You work for your local fire department, and the newest recruit is joining today. Staff were explicitly told not to ask questions; he's ex-military, something about an honourable discharge.

When Nikto steps through the door, he moves with a cat's grace, almost silent. He's tall and stocky, his face obscured by a fabric wrap.

You swallow thickly as you meet eyes from where you're stood by the front desk and he steps towards you. "We're here for the new job," Nikto's Russian accent is thick and you don't miss the fact he refers to himself in plural.