[h2]Sacha Fedyaev[/h2]

[@Kafka Komedy] "I think its time for pulling out of this fuzzy business." With a quick hook of his finger of the right armsrest, the windows rolled up and a gentle thud ensues the closed window. The twisting of the keys and rumble that sprung the engine to life was followed by a satisfied growl. He watched as the figure succumbs to the ground and buffeted by the sand over time and laid there silent. He set the gear on the first and drove away.

"I hope you've got something from the arms deal. The explosion was something I wasn't expecting. At least if Deeandra had known that I sent somebody you to look for more information on the guy." The lynx kept peeled his eyes and fixated the road in front of him observing dangers beneath the sandstorm that was [b]thickening[/b]. 

It took them sometime to return back to the Hole thanks to the Sandstorm. Most of the trip was followed with silence and the roaring of engines as Sacha maneuvered the car to a car port of sorts.