The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

Ocelot nodded.

"Right, your visit home."

He paused.

"You survived all right."

It was half statement and half question.

Ocelot straightened, scowling slightly.

"We can talk tonight. After your shift. I'll be in my quarters."

He hesitated, then laid a hand on Sergei's arm.

It lingered, and he gave a gentle, deliberate squeeze.

"It's all right, Seryhoza. Everything."

After a moment he released him, without meeting his eyes.

"I have some things to address," he said, obscurely.

He twirled his gun, and his smirk emerged as he turned back toward the door.

"You're cleared for duty. Go make me look good."