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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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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]