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Second Victim, Part II [Feburary 17, 1964, 10:15 pm - continued from Second Victim]
[Completed - continued in Night Search for Corpus 2]
Kassian rapped on the inner door once, to announce his return.
"It's Irinarhov," he called to the MENTs within. "Situation is clear. I'm coming inside."
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside the laboratory with the Flame Patrol soldier, frowning as he saw that Liadov and Rakitin had emerged from the refuge of the lab table and had resumed their work, as if their lives were secondary to running tests.
He didn't bother with a reprimand. It was their call.
Instead, he gestured at the woman. "It looks like a false alarm," he told the investigators. "She said she's here for her interview. I told her this might not be the best time."
Kassian rapped on the inner door once, to announce his return.
"It's Irinarhov," he called to the MENTs within. "Situation is clear. I'm coming inside."
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside the laboratory with the Flame Patrol soldier, frowning as he saw that Liadov and Rakitin had emerged from the refuge of the lab table and had resumed their work, as if their lives were secondary to running tests.
He didn't bother with a reprimand. It was their call.
Instead, he gestured at the woman. "It looks like a false alarm," he told the investigators. "She said she's here for her interview. I told her this might not be the best time."
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"Whatever you say," he said, cooly.
As far as Kassian was concerned, Imanov was in charge. After all, he was the unit's second, regardless of Kassian's actual rank.
Kassian actually didn't want the responsibility of ordering people around. He worked better alone. But he didn't know if Imanov had rejected his suggestion because he truly thought getting a canine unit would be too difficult, or if this was about Isaev.
But he wasn't in the mood to get in a pissing match with Imanov over it, either.
He turned to the MENTs. "Get the gear you need. We're moving out now. We'll rendezvous with Ocelot Unit, then join the search."
Kassian paused, his gaze going to the woman. Pasiphaë, Liadov had called her. Kassian knew the myth. The code name was rather unfortunate.
"You're coming with us."
It was not quite a question.
Kassian moved toward the door then, pulling his Makarov and checking the safety.
He glanced at Imanov.
"Want me to take point...Lieutenant?"
It came out a little more pointed than he wanted it to, but if Imanov had to assert his authority to make himself feel better about Isaev sleeping in Kassian's bed last night, Kassian would let him have it.
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He dearly wished for them to be dismissed.
He had a lot of violent energy pent-up.
"We should move quickly."
He still felt uneasy about that person eyeing the other wall. What was that all about?
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The tension between the Ocelots was suddenly palpable, and he laughed out loud.
"My god, you two," he said, shaking his head. "People will say you're in love."
He put his hands over Rakitin's ears.
"You're scaring Polya with your masculine chest puffing. Please, think of the pathologist."
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He paused long enough to slip his balaclava back on his head and adjust his beret.
"Far from it," he muttered, but only loud enough for Imanov to hear.
Liadov was right, actually. He shouldn't even care.
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Ilya was going to have it out with him, one way or another. As soon as Ocelot let them off the leash, even.
"Fuck your mother," Ilya responded quietly and flatly.
Fucking Liadov, too, for pointing out the obvious and aggravating it all. Ilya 's immediate thought was grumbling about it to Andrei - fine choice of family friends and all that...
... and then remembered he didn't really know what he was going to say to him.
God, if only he could go back two weeks.
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Imanov hated him, no doubt about that.
It occurred to him to wonder why. Obviously, it was about Isaev, but Imanov had seemed to take a disliking to him from the very start, before Isaev had even begun to pursue Kassian.
He supposed some people just rubbed others the wrong way. And Kassian had come into the squad bristling, with a standoffish attitude bordering on hostile. He almost regretted that now, but what was done, was done.
Isaev was another matter entirely, but as Kassian thought about it, he felt a brief flash of remorse - not for anything he'd done with Isaev. No. He wouldn't give that up for the world.
He felt sorry for Imanov, now left out cold.
Imanov probably wasn't very happy about Kassian and Isaev's current arrangement. It probably even hurt, regardless of the depth of whatever feeling Imanov had for Isaev.
Was it love, Kassian wondered, or just tight-knit brotherhood? Regardless, either way, Imanov probably resented Kassian for occupying his friend's attention.
Kassian guessed he couldn't blame him, but that didn't mean Kassian would back off because he felt for the guy.
He paused.
"Izvintye, Imanov," he said quietly.
He meant it, though that changed nothing.
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Inwardly, he was surprised to find that he didn't really mind it much. Being treated like a little brother.
There was something odd about the two soldiers. They were eyeing each other like a pair of territorial tomcats.
Captain Irinarhov's sepulchral calm had shifted as soon as the young blond man had come into view, though his dark eyes had lost none of their wariness.
People. It was none of Rakitin's business.
"Don't mind me," he said wryly. "There's worse things than people getting along like dogs and monkeys."
Like a limbless corpse in the mountains somewhere.
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"I'm just taking the piss out of them," he intoned, conspiratorilly, pitching his voice so that only Rakitin could hear. "Can't have our bodyguards killing each other."
He straightened, fingering his brace of Makarovi, making sure they were accessible, even though he doubted he would need them.
Or that he'd even be able to get a shot off if he was threatened.
Imanov was ostensibly the squad's quickest draw aside from Ocelot, and he was sure that Irinarhov was no slouch either.
"She's funny," he remarked, about the woman. "Who wouldn't want the pleasure of our company?"
This last was whimsical, more wry than anything.
"Let's go. Lead off, Lieutenant. Captain."
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He let his voice rise to a normal level.
"It's understandable," Ippolit said. "We're not as interesting, what with never spontaneously combusting." His eyes rolled up in comtemplation. "Well, except for that one time. But then, labeling a set of chemicals 'Absolutely Do Not Mix' is sheer provocation."
His eyes flicked to the speaker that had issued the All Personnel some time ago. He packed the unfortunate remains away, took off his gloves, and headed for the door. "We should, er, probably hurry."
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He and Imanov had more to say to each other, he knew, but this wasn't the time or the place, not when there were more pressing matters, like dead bodies and people lurking around the outbuildings.
"I'll take point."
He moved past Rakitin and exited the building, careful not to pause directly under the sodium lights. Kassian took several paces beyond and stopped in shadow, then carefully looked around.
The surrounding buildings sat silently, with no telltale shadows. They would keep their secrets this night, apparently.
"It's clear," he called, voice pitched low. He waited until the MENTs exited the building and gestured for them to follow.
Kassian set a quick pace. He rarely took point in any given exercise, instead preferring to trail the group and keep watch over all his charges at once while he kept an eye on their surroundings. With Rakitin and Liadov behind him, he felt out of touch, but forged steadily ahead, cutting behind buildings and taking the long way around, instead of the obvious path.
Not an ideal situation, but he would make the best of it.
As they neared the East wing, Kassian spoke over his shoulder, but did not turn to glance behind him.
"The directive was an ALL PERSONNEL, so that means Flame Patrol will be there," he told the MENTs. "Try to minimize contact. We'll be running interference."
He let the way inside. Ahead, Kassian could hear voices echoing in the main hall. They weren't too late, then.
[Continued in Night Search for Corpus 2]
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Ocelots, she thought, must have some similar code. The unit wasn’t as spotless and unified as it appeared. Fascinating.
“I appreciate the invitation. I really do.” She nodded to Kassian. “But the Fury will absolutely spontaneously combust if I leave the hovercraft out here.” The woman wondered in the back of her mind if the sniper wanted her to go with them for her own safety, or the safety of his charges.
“So I’ll go with you just as far as that clearing, and then you boys will have to take care of yourselves from there.” She laughed at the absurdity of her own statement. “Besides, someone has to go wake Iapetus for the picnic in the East Wing.”
In this distance, two white lights moved across the black night sky, in the general direction of the weapons complex, before disappearing below the tree line. Io and Deimos, her mind supplied, coming down from the mountain. She thought that if she listened close enough, she could almost hear the distant hum of the hovercraft because the night was so silent, no frogs croaking, crickets chirping, or owls calling to their mates. It was impossible, given the distance, even if the atmospheric conditions allowed for it.
“I’ll find you later, then.” She promised Kassian.
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"Be careful," he told her, though he thought that she could probably take care of herself fairly well.