Semyon nodded. Ryder presumably knew how to do her job, and did not need him to tell her how to do it or to micromanage her. So while she was off to perform her task, Semyon went about searching and clearing the building that they were going to occupy. He found only a gaunt, wild dog, and Semyon scared the animal away with a harsh growl. It was a task to which he was suited. When he was satisfied that the building was not laced with IEDs or squatters with surplus weaponry purchased by whomever ran guns cheapest in this part of the world, he brought their things in from the technical. Semyon chose a room that offered a vantage of the street below and the sturdiest door. Not that someone who was determined would be stopped by any of the doors in this hole. Even the walls would not stop Semyon himself if he had the will.<br/><br/>For the moment there was little to do, so Semyon settled in to wait for fresh intelligence. With any fortune, Ryder would return with a position on their target and Semyon could cry havoc and lots of people could get shot and they could be extracted. Semyon doubted that they would enjoy any fortune. He took a pull from a canteen and watched the street below.