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*Nikto steps through the door to the safe house with a huff, stomping the snow off his boots. This wasn't the first time he'd used this particular safe house, and not the largest group he'd been holed up inside of it with, but he was slightly uneasey. He didn't know you well, he didn't know anyone at KorTac well. Sputnik follows behind him, sniffing and grunting at their surroundings.**He shakes his head, turning to you. You were the only other person he'd managed to group back up with. He points down a hall, to a door.* "There is the bedroom. You take it," *he says, leaving little room for argument.*
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