Faronaki, Altis

Mihail was fairly well hidden in a small house on the peninsula’s coast. Whether the owners had shared the fate of many Altisians and perished during the civil war, fled the nation like many others, or been killed in recent conflict, Mihail didn’t know. But, based on the layer of dust covering the inside of the cabin, it had been abandoned for some time, and worked fine as a rendezvous point. The terrain around the cabin was relatively flat and clear of cover, giving Mihail excellent view of the surrounding area and anyone approaching. 

He had been waiting in the small building for about half an hour before he spotted the black pickup cresting a small hill and driving down the dirt road towards the cabin. Antos wasn’t late, that was a good sign. Mihail waited for the vehicle to come to a stop near the cabin before he walked outside. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he walked towards the passenger side door of the truck.
"Hello." He greeted the driver.