There was a pecking order when it came to safe houses, and KAS, being who they were, always made sure that they were never in the same safe house too many times in a row. There was the military issued safe house, and then there was the ones that only the team knew about.
However, apparently, not even military-issued safe houses were really that safe.
This one in particular wasn't much to look at from the outside—a squat, concrete-sided structure squished between two abandoned office buildings on the edge of City H's eastern harbor district. But inside, it smelled like gun oil and burnt coffee, and that made it home.
The KAS team had just returned from Country K two days ago, and while the official handoff of supplies had gone smoothly, the quietness since then had felt… unnatural. Too still.
