Second Victim, Part II [Feburary 17, 1964, 10:15 pm - continued from Second Victim]

[capt-kasya.livejournal.com]

[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."

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[nikanor-liadov.livejournal.com]

"That harmless little wingnut has an MVD record?" Liadov said skeptically.

Then he shrugged.

"Tell me what he has in ink, and I might be able to whitewash things to a more pleasing state."

He paused.

"But only if they're harmless infractions. No murders, no rapes, no war crimes and no violent assaults with weapons. Those stay."

He shrugged,

"Anything else, any sanctions, travel restrictions...I can remove them."

He turned to Rakitin.

"Did you want to come on the search, Lieutenant? Can you put this on ice?"

[hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com]

Rakitin nodded gratefully. Unlikely as the 'donor' still being alive was, staying in the lab poking at a man's limbs while he could be somewhere slowly bleeding to death stretched even Ippolit's tolerance for the macabre.

"Might as well," he said. "I doubt we'll find out anything more from these tonight."