"Why?" Kassian asked, suddenly intent, but he still didn't break form and take his eyes off his surroundings.
He realized, after a moment, that it had sounded like he'd addressed Liadov's last statement, though in truth, his mind still lingered on the previous.
"One sniper. Irinarhov," he supplied, hurriedly.
Under the balaclava, in the dark, he might as well be another twenty year-old blond lieutenant for all Liadov knew. Only the Mosin-Nagant marked him, and Liadov had never seen him with it.
But Kassian had caught an underlying tension in the MENT's tone, read something under the euphemism.
It hadn't been an idle question.
"It's me, Major Liadov. What's the situation? I have CODEC, if you want me to notify someone."
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Date: 2007-06-09 06:09 am (UTC)He realized, after a moment, that it had sounded like he'd addressed Liadov's last statement, though in truth, his mind still lingered on the previous.
"One sniper. Irinarhov," he supplied, hurriedly.
Under the balaclava, in the dark, he might as well be another twenty year-old blond lieutenant for all Liadov knew. Only the Mosin-Nagant marked him, and Liadov had never seen him with it.
But Kassian had caught an underlying tension in the MENT's tone, read something under the euphemism.
It hadn't been an idle question.
"It's me, Major Liadov. What's the situation? I have CODEC, if you want me to notify someone."