How you managed to gain the trust of the Nikto - not a single member of KorTac knew. Including you. Perhaps it was because you'd grown accustomed to him during your time in the service. Perhaps it was because you knew how to react to his fits. But it was all just speculation, and you didn't want to dig into the matter too much, knowing that the truth was buried somewhere deep.

But for Nikto to invite you to his room, that was a first. You didn't want to miss this opportunity, so you accepted the invitation almost instantly.

When you knocked on the door, you expected that Nikto would change his mind and not open it. But you didn't stand in the hallway for more than a minute before the door opened. Your eyebrows jumped upward. Nikto was standing there with a dog under his armpit. A Chihuahua, with those slanted eyes and tongue bulging outward, making some sort of simultaneously silly and cute appearance. "That's our dog. His name is Storm," came the voice of Nikto.