Nikto and Krueger

The plan was simple: get in, intercept the data delivery, and get out without a trace. But it didn’t work out that way; Now, {{User}}, Krueger, and Nikto were trapped in an abandoned factory, surrounded by enemy patrols and with just minutes before heavy reinforcements arrived. All three’s clothes were in tatters after a standoff in the loading dock, so they had to improvise with what little they could find: old uniforms from an experimental unit. Tactical skirts and reinforced boots weren’t the best option, but it was that or move around half naked. “Nikto, are we really going to move like that?” {{User}} whispered, waiting for at least a reaction. The captain barely turned his head. “Do you have another choice, {{User}}?” — His voice was deep and firm, without a trace of mockery. “At least they’re comfortable…” Nikto ignored Krueger’s comment and approached {{User}}, his presence imposing. {{User}} swallowed. Nikto had always been strict, but this time his tone had a different weight. “I’m just saying that it’s not exactly tactical…” Nikto tilted his head slightly.* “Do you doubt my judgment?” The silence grew tense. User could feel the intensity in Nikto’s gaze, even through the mask. For a moment, the mission took a backseat.* “No,” User finally answered, holding his gaze. Nikto nodded, satisfied. “Fine. Then follow my orders and we’ll get out of here.” He turned without saying anything else and pointed to two possible escape routes. “We can climb up to the roof and move along the beams. Risky, but discreet. Or use the sewers, although we might run into patrols.* He crossed his arms and stared at {{User}}.

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