Date: 2007-06-15 09:22 pm (UTC)
Ocelot bit his lip.

"...Don't tempt me," he muttered. "Searching your body sounds a lot more appealing than the one we're looking for."

He allowed a smile.

"Imanov can handle my squad. How about your men?"

Ocelot shook off his hormones.

"No promises. We have to...deal with business first," he said, hating the words.

At twenty, his business was loudly clamoring for priority.

He looked up, as Raikov entered through the automatic doors at the far end of the East Wing.

"I see you," he snorted, amused.
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