"This is Nomad 6-4, asking for landing permissions Foxtrot Actual. " "Roger that Nomad 6-4. This is Foxtrot Actual. Landing bay is open for a brief period of time." The helicopter landed softly onto the landing pad and the doors quickly closed behind it to avoid detection. A squad of soldiers stepped out, and after them, was a menacing figure, who slowly stepped out of the helicopter. He got a few looks from those who caught a glimpse of him... He didn't blame them. After all, He was "Akula", which was the shark in Russian. They respected, yet feared the man. He had been helping with the resistance movement, but had never stated why. After all, one supporting such a group took considerable risk, and that made them more suspicious of him. Akula saw a captain come up to him. "..Akula. Fancy meeting you here. I suppose you are here to glance at the new arrivals?" "Yes captain. Show me the way." The captain walked him towards a window overlooking a large area, and the captain pointed over in the direction of a group. "That's them Akula. Now, if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." The hulking figure of a man stared down at the group. They seemed unaware to his presence. If only they were smart enough to look up.. Akula chuckled to himself as he watched the group interact with each other.