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

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[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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“Great.” Pasiphaë mumbled, more to herself than to anyone. “A pissing contest, and I’ve left my cock in my other flame proof suit.” It was tiresome enough watching the constant bickering between her own unit mates, arguments which often escalated to physical violence, brawls in the mess hall, broken bones and visits to the infirmary. There was one line that was never crossed though: flamethrowers were never drawn. It was the only unspoken rule that hovered in the back of their minds.

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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Kassian looked away from Imanov, and nodded.

"Be careful," he told her, though he thought that she could probably take care of herself fairly well.