Victor sighed as he stood on a rooftop in the center of town. He knew it might be the last time he ever saw Pripyat. Reaching into a pocket he removed a paper airplane and set it ablaze with his cigarette before tossing it into the wind, just as he had done every time he stood on this rooftop before leaving on a mission. With one last look he descended to the streets and finally into the basement of a laundry mat, the sole entrance to the Pripyat side of the great vaults.<br/><br/>The vault was in reality a large underground rail yard and served as the only haven of Ergo Paranoia. Victor gave a rare smile as he made his way through the dark labyrinth on his way out into the world beyond the safety of the zone. He knew his good mood wouldn't last and he paused to register one last complaint with his father Alexi.<br/><br/>"Why America, what could they have that we would need?"<br/><br/>"Information, the Americans always have information."