"Alright, spread out, look for the basement or a safe." Cherenkov said, walking toward the living room slowly. He looked around slowly, looking at the coffee table. He kicked his foot out, catching the edge of the table and flipping it over, revealing nothing underneath but the rug. However, on the underside of the table was a Velcro pocket. He reached down, tearing it away from the patch pinned to the table and opening it, removing a key. He then looked around, dropping the pocket in which the key came. He began removing paintings from walls, all to no avail. He moved the reclining chair back, nothing under it. He then moved the couch, revealing a safe in the floor. He removed the radio from its perch on the shoulder strap of his vest, speaking into it, "I found it. Living room, get over here pronto." He knelt down onto his knees, pushing the key into the lock on the safe and turning it, pulling the safe door open and revealing its contents. "What the forget?"
