R: "I think that's all the information we needed." You say as you tuck the folder under your arm and reach your hand out. "We accept."
R: "Glad to hear it," She responds and returns the handshake. "Boris will escort you and your associate out, have a good evening gentlemen."
Once the two of you are led out of the office you spot the next group that was waiting outside, a negro man that looks like he came straight out of Vietnam with his rounded sunglasses and green flak vest and a bored looking woman who is leaning against the wall, idly nursing a cigarette as she glances towards you.
The eye contact only lasts for a few seconds but in that small moment you know you're looking into the eyes of a hardened killer who would shoot you without a second thought given an excuse.
The sightline between the two of you is cut as you reach the elevator and the doors close in front of you, causing you to release the breath you didn't even realize you were holding.
The man apparently known as Boris hands the both of you back your weapons once you reach the parking lot, only staying around for a bit before turning to leave.
R: "Kapitan is placing a lot of trust into you with this job, it would be best for your health to not betray this trust." He says, glancing at you over his shoulder one more time before heading back inside.
Georgiy makes a quick check on the assault rifle to make sure it hasn't been tampered with before placing it back over his shoulder.
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