100 Rads Bar, where any STALKER can join in on the conversation and post his or her stories about the venture into the zone! STALKER content only!
Their blue suits surrounded him, he knew he had nowhere left to run. The bullets whizzed past him closer and closer, as the group approached him like a hungry pack of wolves. The prey let out a few more stray shots before a bullet buried itself deep in his chest. Gasping for air the man raised his eyes up the pack leader. A weak question pushed itself over the mans lips: "Why..?" The answer was quick and with no emotions: "It's our job." After the final word, all the sound that filled the small room was the muffled bang of a pistol and a last gasp of a dead man.
Just wandering, who gave them such a job ?
Sidorovich, that fat **** has always had it out for you....
Damn Mercenaries!