[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 05:37:52
Somewhere near Novy Jork
Krumov Province,
Republic of Polavia
[/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr]He took the water bottle and downed the whole thing with the speed and efficiency of a man who had grown used to downing five shots in one go as a response to getting ambushed by gunfire.

[quote]“It's called being a seer, darling. In the same way…” She poked hard at his skin with a nail, “You seem to rely on being an alcoholic to be invulnerable,”[/quote]
“I’m not an alcoholic.” Borys growled, carefully holding the soup tin to not spill any when she poked at him before his voice softened for the punchline. “I’m a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.”

[quote]”A gift and a curse. You saw one dream. I live with it all the time.”[/quote]
“Blin, maybe you should start drinking too. Ten. fifteen swigs of the good stuff and I don’t dream at all.” He said with the utter seriousness of a medical diagnosis.

[quote]”If I end up in one of yours and found out you were beaten as a child, would that help me understand why you're so fucked up?”[/quote]
“No, but I’d give up a kidney to see your face if you lived through how I unlocked through one.” He shot right back, his brain actually working properly enough for wit when 15% of his blood wasn’t ethanol and the rest small man’s anger - and somehow doing so despite that state being a semi-regular occurrence for him for the past 12 years.

Sometimes he wondered to what extent his Craft protected him from alcohol induced brain damage, but then he always got tired of thinking and had a drink instead.

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Borys recognized the building immediately even without the sign on the wall.

“Leave me, I’ll hold them off.” Borys pretended to brace himself against Oksana’s shoulder as she shoved him, a dumb grin on his face. “Tell babushka I love her. If you don’t know which one, tell all of them.”

“I’m walking out of here clinking like a glass recycling bin.” He turned to Rowan, “And it’s not even my birthday. Maybe Felix isn’t so bad after all.”

Borys slipped Felix’ ring back on again as they dismounted, the smell of wheat grain hitting his nose from across the factory as he scanned the parking lot for something similar to the ancient Ladas he used to break into, old enough to be started and driven without a key.

[quote]”You want us to go right where a group of PSA are having a factory tour of the nation's best vodka manufacturer?”[/quote]
“You mean the world’s…” Borys snorted, “But they don’t yet know we’re here and the enemy never expects an insane plan.”

[quote]”Borys, keep point. We'll push through the loading bay and their warehouses, move into the bottling plant. See if you can break inside, and we'll follow on you. Silas, back up Borys, both of you need to break in. Oksana, keep guard on rear.”[/quote]
“Davai.” Borys acknowledged, making sure Svetlana was primed and ready and Silas was behind before setting out, bounding cover to cover in what might have been a jarring display of sense and competence to the operators who only knew the ‘drunk’ part of the Polavian merc.

[quote]”Let's get moving then. Push comes to shove I can always blast a lock."[/quote]
 “Let’s not go loud until we have to, I hate fighting sober if I don’t have to and I will definitely need to be drunk if something catches strays here.” Borys said, probably the first time in his life that he’s been worried about collateral damage.

Entering the loading bay was easy through one of the open gates, but the bottling plant was separated by a door - locked, obviously, vodka was no trifling matter in Polavia - a row of windows allowing one to see from the warehouse into the bottling plant and vice versa. A small office sat on the other side, its own window facing where the team stood. Borys unstrapped the mirror from his backpack, leaving the latter aside to streamline his profile and setting the former on a nearby crate. He climbed up onto the box, stepped onto the mirror and fell into it like it was an open manhole, coming out of the office window feet-first, face-down on the other side with a hollow thud as he hit the ground followed by Polavian grumbling.

“Suka blyat, idi na khui…”

He picked himself up after checking his surroundings, dusting himself off and checking that the wine bottle hadn’t broken in the fall before walking over to the door, placing a hand on the crash bar and pushing the door open, hoping it wasn’t wired to an alarm. “You said something about entering my dreams, Butterfly?” He shot Oksana a grin, gesturing into the bottling plant as he waited for the rest of the team to enter. “Step right in, don’t be shy.”

[quote]”Are we passing through or stopping here?"[/quote]
He carefully packed up his mirror again. “We keep moving.” The short Polavian said as he was rifling through nearby crates, visibly annoyed to find flat packed cardboard boxes instead of full bottles.