[Salone]

"Defensive perimeter! Now!"

Lev bent down quickly, undoing an object that had been fastened to his right leg with dog collars. From under the bottom of of his coat he revealed a rather worn looking submachine gun, with a short barrel and a round drum magazine underneath. He held it with his right hand, holding his left arm horizontally and resting the gun on it. He looked back and forth, backing up tighter in to the circle.

"Someone. I need loader. Lower right pocket, drum magazines. When I say load, take gun and load it. Sewer not so safe after all."

As an afterthought, he added:

"If I die, take my leg with you. It has map. Follow the triangles, not x's."