Cherenkov opened his eyes suddenly, his head jerking up. He had fallen asleep waiting for someone to happen by. "stuff..." he muttered to himself, glancin quickly up and down the alleyway, then down at his graffiti. He ran his fingers across his eyes, sighing and blinking idly.
Double post IN ONE POST HOHSIS.
"Sir."
"Hrm? Go ahead,"
"It looks like USPG is converging on the containment compound."
"How many of them?"
"All of them, sir."
"What?"
Cherenkov looked at the closest end of the alleyway and, sure enough, USPG operatives walked in pairs to the compound. "What the hell...?"