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Beneath the streets of Kyiv, Kyiv
An enormous crash reverberated through the tunnel as the last of the cinder block wall gave way and collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Two men, flashlights on their heads and sledgehammers in hand stood staring into the darkness where the wall had been.
"You can't tell me no one heard all that"
"Relax already, I don't think anyone has been down here in 40 years."
"What is this place anyways?"
"The Sotnyk says it used to be a leadership bunker that was abandoned when they expanded the subway. It was never declassified though and the Militsiya don't even know this place exists."
"Then how did the Sotnyk..."
He was silenced by a sharp glare from the other man.
The two men walked slowly through the decaying bunker, the ground was covered in a fine layer of dust accumulated over the past fourty years. With every step they kicked up more, which floated around them like gentle snow shimmering in the beams of their flashlights. Beyond that the tunnels and were rooms were completely silent and still. As they walked they passed old rooms still filled with equipment; in one there were racks of gas masks and chemical suits, the rubber cracking with age, in the next towering archaic computers. In one room there was nothing but a great pile of ashes and charred wood, with burn marks still visible on the ceiling. The two men did not stop to contemplate it.
Finally they stopped in an apparently nondescript hallway. One of the men, holding a folded paper - architectural blueprints - up to his light declared confidently: "This is it, it hasn't flooded or collapsed. This is the place the Sotnyk wanted us to find"
"What is it?"
"Up there, on the surface-" the man with the plans gestured towards the ceiling "- is the Wieser embassy."
OOC: Sotnyk, FTR, is not a military rank in Kyiv
An enormous crash reverberated through the tunnel as the last of the cinder block wall gave way and collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Two men, flashlights on their heads and sledgehammers in hand stood staring into the darkness where the wall had been.
"You can't tell me no one heard all that"
"Relax already, I don't think anyone has been down here in 40 years."
"What is this place anyways?"
"The Sotnyk says it used to be a leadership bunker that was abandoned when they expanded the subway. It was never declassified though and the Militsiya don't even know this place exists."
"Then how did the Sotnyk..."
He was silenced by a sharp glare from the other man.
The two men walked slowly through the decaying bunker, the ground was covered in a fine layer of dust accumulated over the past fourty years. With every step they kicked up more, which floated around them like gentle snow shimmering in the beams of their flashlights. Beyond that the tunnels and were rooms were completely silent and still. As they walked they passed old rooms still filled with equipment; in one there were racks of gas masks and chemical suits, the rubber cracking with age, in the next towering archaic computers. In one room there was nothing but a great pile of ashes and charred wood, with burn marks still visible on the ceiling. The two men did not stop to contemplate it.
Finally they stopped in an apparently nondescript hallway. One of the men, holding a folded paper - architectural blueprints - up to his light declared confidently: "This is it, it hasn't flooded or collapsed. This is the place the Sotnyk wanted us to find"
"What is it?"
"Up there, on the surface-" the man with the plans gestured towards the ceiling "- is the Wieser embassy."
OOC: Sotnyk, FTR, is not a military rank in Kyiv