Volgin turned to the Fury, nodding in acknowledgment.
"There will be a briefing once everyone has arrived."
Volgin paused, studying the Fury for a moment. Largely ungirded by his cosmonaut's accouterments, he looked almost sane, Volgin thought. More human. Like any other hideously scarred man.
He remembered the strange kinship he's felt for the Fury when he'd met the man's feral, angry eyes. The realization that in some way, they were the same, warriors who lived for the kind of battles they rarely got, struggles to the death.
"But your prompt arrival is appreciated," he added.
Actually, Volgin wanted to know what the hell everyone was doing out here in the middle of the night as well, but he knew Ocelot wouldn't have called the ALL PERSONNEL if it hadn't been warranted. A show of solidarity was in order, particulary if it had to do with another dead body.
He turned his gaze to scan the hall, more impatient than ever to see Ivan, but thusfar there was still no sign. It would take time, he told himself. Ivan had to gather all of his men, coordinate with his subcommanders. He would be here soon, he told himself.
Slowly, Volgin frowned as he remembered what Ocelot had said before. He turned back to Ocelot.
"And the MENTs?" he asked, in a low voice. "Are they secure now?"
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"There will be a briefing once everyone has arrived."
Volgin paused, studying the Fury for a moment. Largely ungirded by his cosmonaut's accouterments, he looked almost sane, Volgin thought. More human. Like any other hideously scarred man.
He remembered the strange kinship he's felt for the Fury when he'd met the man's feral, angry eyes. The realization that in some way, they were the same, warriors who lived for the kind of battles they rarely got, struggles to the death.
"But your prompt arrival is appreciated," he added.
Actually, Volgin wanted to know what the hell everyone was doing out here in the middle of the night as well, but he knew Ocelot wouldn't have called the ALL PERSONNEL if it hadn't been warranted. A show of solidarity was in order, particulary if it had to do with another dead body.
He turned his gaze to scan the hall, more impatient than ever to see Ivan, but thusfar there was still no sign. It would take time, he told himself. Ivan had to gather all of his men, coordinate with his subcommanders. He would be here soon, he told himself.
Slowly, Volgin frowned as he remembered what Ocelot had said before. He turned back to Ocelot.
"And the MENTs?" he asked, in a low voice. "Are they secure now?"