As dawn broke upon the historical city of Moscow a truck entered the city from the east. Inside were two young looking men, one lanky looking guy behind the wheel and a dirty blonde in the passenger's seat that was all the way down, snoring away. The truck would make its way to the industrial district and park away from any cameras and eyes that may want to take a look at it or the storage buildings it had parked next to.
The one behind the wheel turned to his sleeping companion and spoke up.
"Excuse me Sir, but we have arrived thirty minutes ahead of schedule." He blandly said.
A pair of blue eyes opened and closed a few times before they looked over to the driver.
"How often do I need to tell you tin can, don't call me 'Sir'. Save that for the boss. Once you do that I'll start using the name you got given instead of metal containers or your serial code." The blonde replied with a hint of annoyance, he stretched himself and pushed his seat as far back as it could before resting his feet on the dashboard.
"Excuse me Roman, but we have arrived thirty minutes ahead of schedule." the bioroid said in that same tone.
"There you go! Well done 'Anthony'. So, you said half an hour early? So that gives us an hour before the rendezvous with the locals, I think its time we do a check up of what the boss left us."
Anthony nodded and opened the door promptly.
"Hey! Hey! Hold on a second." Roman said as he set his seat straight. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Going to open the storage facility." Anthony replied.
"Without a coat?" the human questioned.
"I do not require a coat. Internal heating will nullify any negative effects from weather."
"Well that's where you're wrong. For this mission you have to appear human, don't want our friends to feel uncomfortable after all. So, what do humans need when they step outside in Russia at 9 AM in the dead of winter?"
Roman looked at the bioroid, who looked like he had just walked off the set of some third rate action flick in his mind. Why all of the droids who actually looked human had to look not a day older than 25 was lost to him.
"A coat. I understand." The bioroid grabbed the two winter coats hanging behind them, handed one to his superior and only after putting his on opened the door once more. Roman followed him outside shortly after, some sort of body armor now partially concealed under the winter clothing as he stepped outside and followed his companion to the large metal doors.
Domashev Roman Yakovich was not a name that would appear in any records, at least not with his face, but despite the impossible distance he had traveled to get here Moscow was still his city even if it was a different Moscow. Most of it even seemed as he remembered from his youth so that certainly helped. However he still was somewhat disappointed he was not assigned the mission in Colombia, the weather there would've been much more tolerable he thought as he shook around in his coat.
His companion, 'Anthony Miller' wasn't even human to begin with, but for what it was worth these skin wearing tin cans were some of the best pilots they had to offer and would help nicely with actually getting this mission done on time. The door to the storage facility was pushed up by the bioroid as Roman contemplated the odd pairing and the two stepped inside.
"Not even a bit warmer inside, and a whole lot darker. You go find the light switch and lets see what the boss meant with blast from the past." the human said.
The Bioroid silently walked towards a switch and pushed it, causing lights to flicker for a moment before turning on. A smile crept upon Roman's face as he watched the two machines stored within and looking at them it suddenly made a lot more sense why their truck had been carrying hand held mech weaponry on the way over. The man thought about how pissed the Directory going to be that not only a supply train was going to get ambushed on track, the assault was going to be led by two of the machines it despised most. Guarlions, painted a bright white just like the snow outside adorned the inside of the storage facility.
"Load up the weapons in the truck and divide them equally. I'm going to remove any kind of trace of our presence here for after we're done."
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