[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 06:15:42
Polavian Standard Vodka Distillery,
Novy Jork,
Capital Province,
Republic of Polavia
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“The biggest mystery of this country is how this place hasn’t been tunneled out to oblivion.” Borys noted as they walked through the silent factory. Between the former secret police integrating into the mob, the military becoming- continuing to be a weapons market for the mob but not hiding it anymore and supposedly ‘privatized’ state enterprises’ CEOs looking remarkably similar to former party officials, just with nicer suits. “The biggest crime being committed here is that they’re only running two shifts instead of three.”

Soft contact happened eventually, inevitably. Because it would appear the team couldn’t have nice things. Aside from babushka’s cooking. And a trip to the Polavian Standard factory. But aside from that, it was pretty bad.

[quote]”Any way to route around them?”[/quote]
“Yes, please, let’s not break anything here.” He supplied with utmost seriousness.

[quote]”Silas, on me, we'll take the high road. Borys, Rowan, Roxie, take the cabin ahead.”[/quote]
“Hm, what?” Borys glanced up when his name was mentioned, having been loading up his vest and pack with vodka and having absolutely zero clue what was being discussed. “Right, on you.”

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He waited for Roxie to do her thing, preferring to not think about how she was seeing what she was seeing but having an uncomfortable idea anyway. “Well?”

[quote]”Guy with an armoured helm left, he's got a shotgun.”[/quote]
“So in five minutes, one of us will have a shotgun.” And one could tell he meant it, his mental operating system running on foolproof Polavian math - you have a 50/50 chance of success, you either make it or you don’t. And he was stone cold sober, too.

[quote]”Every scenario I see though, this drunk fuck doesn't die though. Recommend we use him as a pointman. And fill him with enough booze to take on a tank.”[/quote]
He already had a bottle in his hand. Because of course he did. “Say no more.” He actually grinned at Oksana, slamming the equivalent of five-odd shots in one pull. “Give it a minute, then tell me if shooting me in the chest works or not.” He wasn’t even kidding when he said that.

Borys listened to Rowan lay out her plan. “I’ll take the door, get them to look at me, you make a door, mop them up. I like that. I mean, I don’t, but I’ve made peace with my Craft long ago. Alternatively…” He tapped the gas mask case he carried and held up one of his tear gas grenades, “You take a breather and I commit assault and battery.”

[quote]”There might be some collateral damage though. You wouldn’t hold that against me, right?”[/quote]
“I can and I will.” He grinned, standing up with a slight wobble, his left hand hovering near the door handle. “Ready on you.”