"I agree." Kassian nodded once, shortly, but kept his gaze ahead, scanning the surrounding area. Nothing had changed since he'd laid eyes on it last. Good.
He found the fact that Liadov had spotted him so quickly to be comforting. It meant that Liadov had a mind for self-preservation and situational awareness.
Generally, it was easier to protect someone who knew how to protect themselves. But it was a good thing Liadov hadn't turned out to be the twitchy sort, the kind of man who shot at shadows.
"Sorry, Major. Just following orders."
Regardless, Kassian could have done a better job at hiding. Had he really wanted to.
"Lieutenant Imanov is nearby," he explained, eyes still on their surroundings. He did not so much as glance at Liadov when he spoke, keeping his attention focused on where it should be, which was everywhere else.
Kassian had rarely done protection duty during his tour in Spetsnaz. Most of his assignments were offensive in nature, for no particular reason he could discern save for the fact he'd been through the war.
It took a certain kind of man to shoot someone in cold blood. A man willing to protect others was, perhaps, more common.
"Were you going somewhere?" he asked Liadov, after another few moments.
Now that was something he and Imanov hadn't discussed: what would happen if their pair of investigators decided to split up.
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Date: 2007-06-09 03:52 am (UTC)He found the fact that Liadov had spotted him so quickly to be comforting. It meant that Liadov had a mind for self-preservation and situational awareness.
Generally, it was easier to protect someone who knew how to protect themselves. But it was a good thing Liadov hadn't turned out to be the twitchy sort, the kind of man who shot at shadows.
"Sorry, Major. Just following orders."
Regardless, Kassian could have done a better job at hiding. Had he really wanted to.
"Lieutenant Imanov is nearby," he explained, eyes still on their surroundings. He did not so much as glance at Liadov when he spoke, keeping his attention focused on where it should be, which was everywhere else.
Kassian had rarely done protection duty during his tour in Spetsnaz. Most of his assignments were offensive in nature, for no particular reason he could discern save for the fact he'd been through the war.
It took a certain kind of man to shoot someone in cold blood. A man willing to protect others was, perhaps, more common.
"Were you going somewhere?" he asked Liadov, after another few moments.
Now that was something he and Imanov hadn't discussed: what would happen if their pair of investigators decided to split up.