"...if the base aligns to the alley-way on the left side of Pittsburgh then.. a good invasion tactic would be.."

the Russian man murmured to himself, his purple eyes focusing in on the blue-print on his desk.. his thumb was in his mouth chewing on the nail and inner-skin... he hadn't even noticed his teeth had pierced the skin.. the taste of metal not registering in his brain. He was so focused in on the blue-print plan that he didn't hear the soft sound of the nob being turned.