The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

Kassian felt relieved when the woman pulled away. She seemed as uncomfortable as he was, and he felt badly for that.

He got the impression she hadn't been a soldier long. Something about the desperation in her voice when he'd leveled his gun.

Kassian took a step back himself, shoulders twitching to shrug off the lingering discomfort, then glanced at Ocelot.

"She's clean, Major," he said, briefly. "I'll take her in to see Liadov."

He paused, waiting to see if Ocelot had anything else to say, either orders for Kassian, or a reply to the woman's words.