<div class="floatleft">(http://www.portfolios.ro/proiecte/big/yuri-boyka_446320031111.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12408256#msg12408256)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Cave Complex some miles outside of Las Vegas | August 11, 2017 | 3:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Zavimbi, Silky, Kyle, Max, Aimi<br/><strong>Group:</strong>3<br/><strong>Content:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/>The contact that had been made to him about the job had mentioned something about arriving in class. And they hadn't lied. A first class ticket on a commercial airline had been waiting for him when he left the music festival in Baltimore. He was an escaped convict in Russian, making do as an entertainer that usually traveled in buses or trucks or anything that would take him, really, so luxury when it came to trips across the country had always been more than a little out of his reach. He had spent most of the long flight sleeping, as there hadn't been much time for that during the festival, and enjoying the various vices to be had in the lap of luxury. He had told Chris and Gina that he had to leave early because another gig had come up that was paying a lot but required him to be there on the 11th. They understood and were more than accepting of it, especially when he let them have his pay for the festival to split between themselves.<br/><br/>The recruiter had promised a very generous payday for whatever this was. They mentioned that it was something about going up against Tac 6, a government institution that had been put up to control and restrict guys like him, so he was on board with both reason to be here. Now just to find out just how demanding this job was. Considering that the recruiter didn't have the details as to what exactly they would be doing and the fact that he has mentioned that Alexei had been contacted for his previous experience, he doubted it was something easily accomplished, or strictly legal for that matter. That or they wanted him to distract the Tac 6 guys and gals with a magic show.<br/><br/>Anything was possible these days, he thought with a small smile as he disembarked at McCarran. Where there was a limo waiting for him.<br/><br/>God, it must be good to be rich, Alexei mused as he slipped into the comfortable leather seat in the back of the stretch vehicle. It was a long drive, first leaving the storied city behind and heading out into the desert. There wasn't much to be seen outside, with the windows darkened out to the point where he couldn't see much outside, but there was enough to do inside to keep himself busy while they drove. Did they maybe not want him to know where they were going? No, otherwise they would have put a black bag over his head like the Russians did. This seemed to be going through too much trouble to just be a trick or a trap, so he wasn't overly concerned when the car finally ground to a halt inside a small cave complex in which a lot of work seemed to be put.<br/><br/>Not much time for sightseeing though, as a pair of gruff men escorted him quickly to a conference room in which two people were already waiting. A man, tall, dark and handsome, was sitting at the head of the table and appeared, from his choice of dress and the confident way in which he carried himself was the big cheese, to use the American idiom, of the organization. The second was a young woman, pretty in that Gothic sort of way, dressed skimpily. He paused briefly as his escort quickly made themselves scarce and shut the door behind them. Snapping out of his small moment of contemplation, he moved to one of the chairs, comfortable chairs too, and faced the two.<br/><br/>"Hello," He said tentatively, in order to break the silence," I am Mikhalev."