Disguised Intentions

[nuclearstorm]

"Let's see here... a little more this... change the eyes... yes, that will work." Armend mumbled, holding his mirror in one hand and applying makeup to himself with the other. "Ahem." He cleared his throat, a disguise was not complete with visuals alone. "Good evening," Armend spoke with an imperfect Russian accent. "Nope, not quite..." He cleared his throat again. "Good evening." This time the accent was flawless. "Perfect." After changing into his self fabricated military outfit and stuffing his old clothes into his pack with his other outfits and disguise kit he exited the bathroom.

Armend, or his current identity as Dmitri Ivanof, held his hand up to block the glaring sun. The military warehouse he had infiltrated was busy as the next shipment to Chernobyl was about to leave. Dmitri walked up to the military truck, but was stopped before entering the vehicle.

"Papers, son." The large man demanded with little enthusiasm.

Dmitri pulled out his forgeries and held them up for the officer. The officer glanced at the information he needed. Dmitri noticed he had seen what he needed to and quickly put the papers back into his pack.

The officer sighed. He cared little for these volunteers. "Go on then."

Dmitri entered the vehicle and took a spot in the corner, keeping to himself as best he could without arousing suspicion.

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The drive to the Chernobyl exclusion zone was uneventful. Upon arrival the men were filed into a line and their papers were checked one more time as the entered the zone.

"Next." Dmitri walked up to the man checking the papers and handed them to him. The man raised an eyebrow. "Patrol? On day one?"

"Yes sir." Dmitri replied calmly.

"See something new everyday. Good luck out there kid. You'll need it."

Dmitri took back his papers and took his first step in the zone. He immediately left the area to 'patrol.' As soon as he was out of sight he ducked behind a bush, being sure that nobody was around. He ripped the military symbols and fabricated features off his clothing, revealing a standard stalker suit. He then took out his disguise kit and put on a set of contacts, changing his eyes from blue to brown and quickly packed up before moving on towards rookie village. He drew no attention from the other stalkers who were too busy either drinking or tending their equipment. He stepped down into the bunker.

"What do you want? Need a weapon?" The man behind the counter greeted rather rudely.

"Information, actually. I'm looking for a man. Long black hair, likely KGB."

"Let me guess, assassinated your father?"

Armend was slightly shaken by this statement, but kept his calm.

The man saw him faulter slightly. "I thought so. Armend is it then?"

Armend was visibly shocked. He had spent much effort in hiding his existence, yet this man knew everything. "Did... Did you send me that e-mail?"

"Yes, boy. I needed your skills. I have a task for you. I need you to clear out the bandits here in the cordon. They are becoming a nuisance and gaining power. We can't have that. Do this and you will have your information."

Armend sighed, replied "Fine," and left the bunker.

[blackpapermoon]

A loner crept along the ground on her belly; her brother and his comrades in Duty had given her some basic combat tips ,that proved most useful. Meanwhile Ferret had update her PAD with the latest positions of bandit traps and ambush points. One could say that she and the pale haired Freedomer where seeing each other, although neither had said a word to anyone else.

She had been working for Barkeep the pass few months, allowing her to invest in better gear. That was also why she was now slinking around the cordon. The bandits had become much more powerful as of late, a newcomer from the Big Land was directing them during raids. They now had firm control over the garbage and had been slowly capturing the cordon as well. She continued on her belly as a group of bandits watched the road for any loner that might be coming near.

"Specs," one outlaw groaned to another, "ya said that there'd be a loner come along the road, but he ain't anywhere to be seen."

"-Fuck if I know man," the one apparently named Specs replied, "got word that some guy was carrying a package from Rostok, should have been here by now."

"-Think we missed em?"

"-No way, " the second said as he pulled out something from his coat, " Fuck the bastard's here...."

Not wishing to stick around the woman jumped up and zigzagged just as the halfwits wised up and began to shoot. They where armed with light machine guns, that left small pot marks in the ground following her path. The noise of the weapons drew the attention of a boar that now harassed the bandits, allowing Verona to continue her run towards Rookie Village.

The woman arrived at the village panting, now finally safe from Bandit ambushes. A few the greener rookies looked towards her, surprised to see a woman with the reaches of the zone. Once she had caught her breath, she head to the fat trader's bunker.

"-A lot of stalkers coming down here lately", Sidorovich remarked not looking up from his logs, "here to talk business if not then you know where the door is."

"-I have your package from Barkeep," the blond said removing a bound stack of documents from her bag and placing them on the counter, "The bandits have become a nuisance as of late, they knew I was coming."

"-Don't worry your pretty little head my dear," the fat trader said collecting the documents and looking them over, "I have a someone on that issue, now unless you got something you want to trad our transaction is complete."

The women left the Bunker and took in the site of Rookie village, there where many more stalkers then when she arrived in the winter. Some still where clean faced and wore only light anoraks, a few more seasoned men sat around the camp as the greenhorns listen to their every word.

She took a place by one of the fires,she would rest here the night. waiting until morning to make her way back to the 100 rads bar, perhaps a few of the rookies would join her.

Sometime passed, then a rather well armed group of loner veterans made their way into the village. They where lead by a man calling himself Cossack, he and his men had banned together to push back the Bandits.

"-The black coated rats have been causing trouble long enough in the Cordon," the bearded leader spoke, "Tonight we raid the car park and take it back once and for all in the name of all free stalkers; who wishes to join us, there will be loot for all."

"-I'm not much of a fighter but my PAD has logs of bandit movement and positions with the Cordon," Verona said steeping up, "I might be able to help find a weakness in their defenses."

"-It be good to catch the rats with their pants down," remarked Cossack before turning to the rest of the loners, "The more that help the faster we can be done with the scum!"

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