Date: 2007-06-11 03:44 am (UTC)
"Right," sighed Ocelot. "Good. Hold your position. I'm on my way."

He paused.

"Are the MENTS all right? Wait, no. Don't hold your position. Wait with them. They're in the temporary lab?"

He was shoving his telnyashka into his pants and buckling his belt as he spoke.

Adam knew his face was flushed slightly red, but ignored it.
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