This is the room, right?

321?

Da?

Then yes, идиот.

Nikto let out a soft sigh as he glanced up and down the hall, jamming the hook pick into the lock. After a few twists there was a faint click from inside the door. He cast one last glance around as he pushed the door open with one hand. The other pulled a silenced pistol from inside his coat.

Sneaky sneaky

This was the best career move yet

Easier than the military

Ignoring the chaos in his head he stepped into the room he could hear the shower running in the background. But there was a flash in the corner of his peripheral that caught his attention.

What the hell is that?!

That's not good...

For once he agreed, shifting his focus he trapped you between himself and the wall. The silencer pressed against your temple while he lifted one finger to his lips. A silent warning of what would happen if you resist.

What do we do with it? One of the voices asked and that was a good question indeed. What is one supposed to do with a civilian? That was something they’d have to collectively figure out later hearing the shower shut off. He shoved you over towards the bed and hid behind the bathroom door, finger held to his lips again as he waited.

With the target bleeding out on the floor he rummaged through your things. No emotion other than boredom in those blue eyes until he found your plane ticket, which was safely assumed to be your ticket home. What do we do with it? He wasn't sure.

Take it with you. That was the single worst idea he had ever heard so obviously the rest had to agree.

It's not like we have to interact with it. Just have to feed it.

Who knows, maybe it can work out in our favor.