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After everyone had seated, their apparent employer spoke again. Adamov noted that while he claimed to want this over and done with, he seemed to be taking his time, taking a slow drag on his cigar between sentences. "Before we begin," he said "I might as well tell you that the task you are about to undertake will indirectly result in casualties somewhere along the line. I'm assuming everyone here has killed once or twice in the past, however, if there are any closet pacifists in the room, you know where the exit is." After a quick scan of the room, it was apparent that everyone that was here knew what they were doing. "Good." He took another long drag on his cigar and exhaled, Adamov couldn't help but wonder how many times he could before they were smoked out of the bar. "There is a station far off from here by the formal name of C7. Its last use was as a storehouse for the government before the fallout. It has been cleared out for the most part, but within it there still lies a weapon from before the bombs fell. This is where you all come in." He leaned back in his chair a bit more: "I need you to go to C7, and secure this weapon. Naturally, you have no obligation to work as a team, though the tunnels leading to C7 are some of the most mutant-infested within this Metro." Taking yet another drag from his cigar, he leaned back in, his sunken eyes looking around at the group. "If there are any questions, make them quick."