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The silo would only remain empty and private for so long, and then they would have to move on to make room. Like Jarvis had said, it was only a temporary solution, and so after a couple of weeks resting, orienting themselves, and finally arranging for transportation, along with the delivery of months' worth of dry rations, he and Bruce had relocated to the middle of nowhere, outside of Irkutsk just far enough that they could barely see the city skyline, and the city couldn't see them at all.

It was quiet out here, desolate, seemingly completely isolated, and perfect.

The Iron Legion put down the heaviest of the luggage, before powering itself down and standing beside the door like a statue staring straight ahead. Jarvis was looking over the front sitting room of the large cabin they'd found themselves in, wiping his fingers through the thin layer of dust atop one of the shelves.

"Untouched," he murmured, looking satisfied as he turned back to Bruce once he heard the man coming up the front steps. "We'll have to reconnect the electricity, but outside of that, it will be completely livable in no time at all. Trips into the city will be scarce at best. There are hot springs here as well, should you feel up to braving a slightly less private setting. Much of the tourist revenue here comes from the main springs, but there are other wells out of the general public's eye."

As he talked, Jarvis started to make his way around the room, opening a few windows. The wind was absolutely frigid, but they would need to air the place and shake off some of the dust before turning on the heat.

If anyone were to scan for them out here, they would find all instance of heat or telecommunications completely nil. The house itself may have been a simple cabin, but it was very well protected. There were a few very good reasons for Jarvis' choice to move them out here.