[h3]0700 Hours[/h3]
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	After donning his masked battle dress,finding a lead wasn't all that hard. There aren't many places who sold industrial water pumps, and with a list of people of interest, it wasn't hard to narrow down a suspect. The shopkeepers he'd saved from a few armed robberies before were happy to finger the anorexic manlet by the name of Vin. While Nikolai was confident in his abilities in combat, the weaklings never fought fair. Fortunately for him, he stopped fighting fair in South Africa. After making a few suspicious purchases of his own, He left town for the industrial park. Cliche, but scum of all kinds just seem to love his favourite arenas. The huge concrete ruins makes for great backstops, he can go all out without having to worry about any bystanders getting hurt in the crossfire.

[h3]0730 Hours[/h3]
	Nick rolled up to a vacant machine shop in the Vigrid industrial district. It wasn't much, but it was his base of operations, and in just the perfect spot for the events to come. His souped-up but shabby looking '99 Honda Civic was the perfect, unassuming vehicle for an assassin. While he wasn't exactly squatting, the $100 bucks a month he paid to live here was barely worth it. It wasn't comfy in the slightest, but the electromagnetic shielding the place provided, along with its obscurity meant that he was a living cypher when he wanted to be. Nikolai ripped open the tube of caffeinated, sugary gel in his hands and slurped it down. It helped sober him up and fuel his brain for the surveillance to come.

	Since this whole district was his home, and his enemies were legion, he had rigged up an entire network of surveillance devices (with the greasing of a few palms for permission of course). Little self-powered audrinos slaved to his master laptop means that he can see and hear everyone that his cheap Chinese phone cameras and microphones can pick up. Nikolai quickly scanned through the past 24 hours of surveillance footage for anything unusual, and there he saw it. The woman in the little commuter driving up to an abandoned factory was very unusual indeed. Though the irony was not lost on him, he had little time to contemplate. The mercenary grabbed a heavy ALICE pack of equipment, his trusty Maxim 9 pistol, and bolted out of the door for some further reconnaissance.