Post by nuclearstorm on Apr 29, 2013 12:41:38 GMT -5
"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.
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.