Viktor's descent into the tunnel was methodical and careful, but he knew time was of the essence. Of course, if the hours spent walking here in the first place hadn't killed the injured man, he doubted a few extra minutes in the tunnel would. That said, the non-human inhabitants of Moscow's underground might be attracted to the potentially easy meal that he'd make. A slight tension rose at the sound of squeaking in front of them. Lights were primed, meeting the sight of a dog-sized, thin rodent-like creature. It stood on its hind legs, watching the incoming group with curiosity. In its hands, a smaller rat was being held, missing portions of its torso. Everyone up front stopped at first. Mutants, small or large, were to be handled with care. Viktor had firsthand knowledge that some rats had venomous bites due to their biological changes, and had seen some display great aggression. He kept his gun primed on the creature's midsection, and with his foot, felt around for something. An empty can clicked against his boot's toes.<br/><br/>With a deft kick, Viktor sent the can careening towards the creature. Not to hit it, but to make a lot of noise. It clanked against the tunnel's floor and the remnants of the subway rails, succeeding in making the mutant turn and run. It squeezed itself through a crack in the tunnel wall, burrowing into the earth behind it to hide. Lowering his rifle, Viktor looked over his shoulder and moved his head forward, indicating to the other hunters to continue moving.<br/><br/>And thus they did. The dark inside the tunnel was heavy, like a blanket of pure blackness draped over the party. The cold stillness in the air didn't help. The scent was dusty, murky. It was lifeless. Viktor didn't like it at all, and the sooner they got through the tunnel, the better. Luckily, the walk didn't take the hunters much further. Spotlights shone down on them, and ahead of them, a great metallic door closed off the tunnel. Lined atop it were men with rifles, aiming over onto the group.<br/><br/>"Guns down!" One of them shouted, leaning over the railing at the top of the wall. "What brings you all here?"<br/><br/>Viktor obliged, lowering his rifle while blocking the light with his free hand. "Damn, that's bright...We need some help. We've got some wounded, and he needs a doctor," He responded, beckoning towards the injured man in the group. At first, there was a silence, until the door guard spoke up again.<br/><br/>"That a kid?" A light moved over to Inga, and the guards instinctively lowered the guns. Viktor nodded, and another pause followed. "Okay. Come in, but keep your guns away. This is a neutral settlement. We don't want any trouble."<br/><br/>"You won't get any from us," Viktor answered. Alongside his hunters, he turned off his light and put his gun away, tightening the strap to hold it snugly against his back. As they did so, the doors began to slide open. The sounds of metallic grinding, coming from repurposed track and subway train wheels, filled the tunnels with an echo. The doors to the Underbelly were now open to them. As he walked towards it, he gave a casual two-fingered salute to the door guards. "Thanks."<br/><br/>The head guard just nodded, awaiting the entrance of the entire crew before ordering the doors shut. Once the barrier was once again sealed, it was locked. Lights lining the tunnel ahead were a welcome indication of life.