Their eyes met. It was an odd moment, cobbled out of the need for professional courtesy and the predator's awareness of each other's territory.
Pale eyes, dark eyes, each pair as strong.
"Someone was around the back. Kept out of the lights, so I couldn't get a good look, but they were definitely scoping out the area. They got away," Ilya muttered in distaste, not willing to admit he got caught. Ocelot would shoot him some spare orifices for that.
"But I did get a souvenir," he stated, holding up his knife, ragged fabric still clinging partly between his hand and the blade. He looked to Liadov and Rakitin. "Should I give this directly to yourselves?"
He looked around, suddenly noticing something. "... Where's the Major? He's not answering codec."
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Date: 2007-06-15 03:32 pm (UTC)Their eyes met. It was an odd moment, cobbled out of the need for professional courtesy and the predator's awareness of each other's territory.
Pale eyes, dark eyes, each pair as strong.
"Someone was around the back. Kept out of the lights, so I couldn't get a good look, but they were definitely scoping out the area. They got away," Ilya muttered in distaste, not willing to admit he got caught. Ocelot would shoot him some spare orifices for that.
"But I did get a souvenir," he stated, holding up his knife, ragged fabric still clinging partly between his hand and the blade. He looked to Liadov and Rakitin. "Should I give this directly to yourselves?"
He looked around, suddenly noticing something. "... Where's the Major? He's not answering codec."