Colonel Miller found was sitting in his new office as his Rangers settled into the bunker-complex. The older man enjoyed that the Order's previous Spartan Base had nothing when compared to the comforts of D6. However, his mind was worried about the events that would follow after the discovery of that gate.

The Rangers of the Spartan Order were made to defend the Metro from natural threats, whether it be a new excursion from the mutants to eliminate the last of humanity in Moscow or to be controlled like the Dark Ones. Now that he thought about those mutants, he could not erase the fact from his mind that he would end up finding this legendary location in his efforts to defeat the dark-skinned humanoids.

Then he thought about the losses during that time. The colonel took a sip of his glass bourbon as he thought about the losses the VDNKh Commonwealth, the people who monopolized on their mushroom tea and the only group of people who did their best to hold out against the Dark Ones. Colonel Miller thought about the Order's best being sent there, only to return with his dogtags in Artyom's hand.

The first thought that came to him was why did Hunter, the best Ranger, choose him to carry the message of all things? It was a question that he had to ask and he hoped Artyom would give him a clear answer as soon as he returned from his recon mission. It was sad to say that such a question would never be answered as he learned how Artyom's stepfather was good friends with Hunter. It was probably a personal question for the boy, but he had to know about what happened to Hunter. After all, he was his best friend.

A man walked into his office, but he was unlike the rest of the Rangers. He was a Ranger only in name, but his engineering expertise was highly valued back at Polis Station. Very few engineers had survived the nuclear bombs and that number of intellectuals worsened when the university was cut off from the rest of the Metro. "Colonel Miller, I got some news for you."

The colonel raised his head from his desk as he glanced over to his familiar friend from an army of an already forgotten nation. "Vladimir, it has been days since we last saw each other." Miller began. "What's the news?"

Despite the colonel's good expression, it was not enough to make Vladimir smile again. Then again, the colonel understood that his friend was grieving after his son was consumed by that monster that rested below. "Miller, I hate to bring this to you, but we have refugees standing on our doorstep."

Surprised by the revelation, Colonel Miller leaned back in his chair. The Order had its job in protecting the citizens of the Metro, but taking refugees was not a good thing to begin with. The sheer amount of logistics required to at least house and feed people was not in the Order's best interest. "Refugees? How the hell did they turn up here?" He demanded.

The older man shook his head. "The Azerbaijanians and Chechens told me that the Reich sent a few Heavy Squads to purge the entire station. They tried to fight back, but you know how those odds when fighting them."

"Of course, I hate it when the Nazis send those guys to do their dirty work. I take that the Muslims lost the fighting?"

Vladimir acknowledged with a simple nod as he leaned in the doorway. "More than that, they had flee. Problem is that the Nazis sent execution squads to hunt anyone down."

"What happened to the refugees?" Wondered Miller. "How did they manage?"

"The Revolutionaries arrived and started fighting the Nazis." The engineer answered. "The refugees said they don't exactly know why they were there, but it turns out they escaped the fighting by going through this one tunnel and stumbled upon the entrances of D6."

"Unless they have someone useful, we can't send them to Polis. The Council would immediately turn them away and send them to another station, but there is the possibility of encountering bandits in the tunnels."

"Would you mind if I proposed this idea to you?" Vladimir asked. "It might help us a bit in this place."

Colonel Miller crossed his arms as he straightened his back within the confines of his chair. "Well my friend, what exactly is this proposal?"

"Let them in D6."

The Ranger immediately rose from his seat. "Are you crazy? Do you want to risk the possibility of the Reds or the Nazis to send spies here and find out that the Order is keeping a large cache of weapons from them? Letting the refugees in D6 would give us a logistical nightmare."

Vladimir shook his head. "They are Muslims, colonel. The Nazis wouldn't accept them since they're not Russians and the Reds don't like religious people. I think we can place a safe bet that they will not cause any trouble for the Rangers." Then he chuckled at an additional mention. "Plus, I heard they make great rat kabobs back where they came from."

"Okay then, you have made your point." Replied Miller. "However, they are your responsibility as well as those outsiders from the other side."

"Oh, you mean those girls?"

"Yes, they're your responsibility now that Artyom and Uhlman are not helping us right now."

Vladimir acknowledged the weight on his shoulder as he departed from the room. "Take care, Miller, I got some civilians to keep an eye on."

After the full alert on the Alnus Base, the Japanese soldiers were checking every single item the Russian had brought into this strange world. From the weapons to his knapsack, they scanned everything for radiation.

General Hazama watched from his side of the window as the decontamination teams had begun to wash down everything. However, his eyes were focused on the strange makeshift crossbow the crew had trouble cleaning. After all, there were parts that were difficult to wash out because of the sharp ends of the bolts. If any of the crewmembers had their suits punctured they would be exposed to the radiation.

On the other side of the window, the Japanese general found his adjutant walk up to him in his contaminated uniform. "Lieutenant Yanagida, are you okay?" Hazama asked, concerned about the well-being of his own soldiers.

The lieutenant acknowledged his question with a nod. "Yes sir, it turns out that the decontamination teams have informed me that I have been exposed to abnormal levels of radiation, but it is not enough to kill me." The young man answered. "As it turns out, the old man we interrogated is still fine, but I think it's evidence enough to suggest he is something else entirely. What do you think about him, sir?"

The general shook his head at the first thought he believed to be true. "I doubt he is a Russian agent. They wouldn't want to take the risk of another world being at risk of a Chernobyl… unless they want to deny us resources."

"I agree with your statement, the Russian military is known for being practical and risking a man with radiation poisoning and sending him to us is a bad idea from the start."

"Lieutenant, see whatever information you could get out of this Khan and see if he can help us understand why he is covered in suspicious amounts of radiation."

Despite the decontamination crews cleaning up the mess, they somehow did not notice the old Russian walking up to the wall. "No need to go through all that trouble, General Hazama."

Hazama and Yanagida had immediately turned their attention on Khan as he joined the conversation.

"Ask away at any question you want from me?"

The Japanese general gave a small moment of silence between himself and Khan; however, he ended the silence by simply speaking. "Khan, correct?"

The Russian acknowledged his name with a simple nod. "Yes, what is the question you want from me?"

"Why were you covered in radiation?"

Khan smiled at the question presented by the general. "I hail from a world where nuclear war has destroyed the world and poisoned the air with toxic chemicals that trying to live on the surface is suicide." He answered. "I believe you and your lieutenant would refer to this situation as the post-apocalypse since the world is dying and there is little we can do to deny it."

"That doesn't answer my question. Answer me." Hazama ordered him.

"If that is what you wish then of course." The older man nodded his head. "In my world, nuclear war has destroyed the world and there are many areas on the surface where pockets of radiation could boil water. However, I am not stupid enough to remain in these pockets for a prolonged period. Though, I have made contact with radioactive materials that were misplaced and forgotten in the tunnels of Moscow Metro."

"I see."

"General, if it grants you any comfort I am not from this world that you refer as the Special Region. It's too primitive for my tastes and allow me to say that my knowledge is very limited with the locals."

General Hazama's eyes looked up and stared at the man. "You have spent time amongst the locals, am I correct? How did you manage to do this?"

Khan answered with a simple nod. "My vocabulary is limited, but I understand their language enough to know what they are saying. As to how I know this, it is rather complicated to tell you."

"Complicated? I am looking at a man who is from the post-apocalypse and in a fantasy world. You can't be more complicated than that."

"In my previous life, I understood Latin perfectly when I spoke with some Christian Missionaries."

Lieutenant Yanagida was quick to bring up his skepticism. "Your previous life? What is this nonsense?"

Khan glanced over to the lieutenant. "Young man, you might find it hard to believe it, but you are looking at the last reincarnation of Genghis Khan."