The poor guy could hardly function when he's drinking, forget sober. Cardan was a good guy that got dealt a bad hand in life. I stayed chatting with Beard for as long as I could, I had darker news to deliver that day, news I didn't want to deliver. Not that they would send anymore aircraft in after what happened to the last bunch.ДЄfter buying whatever rations I could afford, I asked Beard for the lowdown on what artifacts he needs and where I could find them. I can't exactly radio my commander and ask for a supply drop. I'm not proud of it but I needed the money to keep my cover going. There was always competition of course, and sometimes I had to use less than civalized means to deal with my competition. Enough so that he considered me one of his prime artifact hunters. Beard and I got along like two peas in a pod. Primarily a jolly old barman named Beard. I was doing well for myself after running a few missions for the local denizens. I had established a temporary headquarters at the stalker haven running out of the ruins of the old ship Skadovsk. Things were starting to look up for my cover as a simple Stalker.

My mission was to infiltrate the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone using a cover story and find out what happened to the missing choppers the military sent in. My name is Major Degtyarev, I work for the Ukranian Military, the USS division. Just a little short story hope you guys like:

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