"Oh," Volgin said.

He blinked, then scowled fiercely again, just for good measure.

"Well, why didn't you tell me that sooner!" he growled, but set Ocelot down.

Volgin stepped back and brushed his gloves together, turning away and glaring around the hall, as if he could summon Ivan's presence by his will alone.

Perhaps he overreacted, he pondered.

His electric charge dampened.

"Er. Well. Good work, Major," he muttered over his shoulder.