Date: 2007-06-15 05:31 pm (UTC)
Ilya returned the expression. He bristled at being ordered by Irinarhov.

He did make a good point, however. Best do that before the little scrap was dissected in a lab.

"It'll take time. It's best I report this direct to the Major, as we're heading that way. Saves all the fucking runaround trying to find competency."

Ilya's tongue often ran away with him, rather oblivious to admitting in front of their two charges that the chain of command at Groznyj Grad was worthless outside of Major Ocelot and Colonel Volgin, respectively. Raikov's enthusiasm for his work was proportional to how long he had been in the Colonel's quarters.

"Not far, I hope," Ilya muttered, stepping closer to Kassian cautiously, trying not to let Liadov or Rakitin hear. "Moving uniforms, more confusion with felled targets."

It didn't seem to fall in line with the kind of sociopathic character Ilya's mind had concocted - an anonymous kill in a crowd - but really, who knew anything?
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