Nikita only answered the phone when it was someone important. Someone he knew would only call in an emergency. The Rey brothers were hardly an emergency, just a call for a job. So they had gone to voicemail. Really, know, only Noah was answered immediately.
It wasn't entirely usual to get this kind of call from the brothers. They were good at what they did, and usually got it. That they were in need of his help made Nikita curious. He was already aware they'd not want this information leaked, and found no harm in keeping it, that still did not mean that he didn't want to know. Planned to ask and understand just what had happened.
When the buzz came Nikita sighed and rubbed at his face, closing out what he was going over and brought up the feed before letting them in, having connected his computer with the circuit in his apartment so he wouldn't need to get up and go to the damned buzzer by the door. Why when he could get it all on his computer? It just took a little bit of extra work to accomplish.
He then waited in his open doorway, rulling back his sleeves. As he saw the men coming he quirked an eyebrow at them. Currently... just Nikita, no mask needing to be worn. "Come in," was all he said, and moved to let them in, pausing a moment to glance out after them for telltale shadows, not that he expected to see any. He then closed up the door, bolting it shut. His apartment was a studio apartment, one room but for the closed off bathroom. Industrial style with high ceilings. Simple and in order. No clutter in the way. Everything having a place and being in it. With metal cabinets locked and secured with held things best out of sight, and all of his computer gadgets over his desks. Both desks.
"There is food and drinks in the kitchenette. Where's the computer? Did you damage it? And how exactly did you two manage to screw up?"