Volgin turned to Ivan. "You're in charge, Major Raikov," he said, loudly enough so that the entirety of the assembled hall would hear him.
"We'll be back in a few minutes," he added, more quietly, then gave Ivan a nod, meeting his eyes.
Ivan would be safe, here in the hall among so many people. As long as he didn't go wandering off - and he wouldn't, with the responsibility - Volgin had nothing to worry about. He would rather have Ivan at his side, of course, but he vaguely remembered the caves Liadov mentioned as being visible from Ivan's quarters.
It would be better to find out if that were the case if Ivan wasn't around at the time.
They left the East Wing hall. Volgin walked with the MENTs and Ocelots as they headed in the direction of the helipad. It would give them the best vantage to see the caves, if they could find a sufficiently shadowed spot. The overhead floodlights would cut down on distance vision, but the night was clear and the moon nearly full, which would help with visibility.
They covered the ground quickly, with little conversation.
Just past the helipad, they walked around a truck yard to an open length of fence. From here, they had a good vantage toward the caves themselves. Volgin peered into the darkness, toward the silhouetted caves.
After a few moments, his eye fell on one in particular that looked darker than the rest, but Volgin couldn't quite make out why.
"There's something in the mouth of that cave," Ocelot said, pointing in the same direction.
Trust the Major to have the best eyesight among all of them, Volgin thought.
Ocelot nodded to the sniper, who raised his rifle, looking down the scope at the at the darkened cave.
"You were right, Major Liadov," the sniper said, voice low but steady. "There's a body in there. No legs. No arms."
The sniper paused a moment. "Crucified," he added.
One of the other Ocelots had brought binoculars, and he passed them to the others, but Volgin turned away and looked behind them.
A cold cramp tightened in his chest.
There, across the yard, sat Ivan's quarters.
If Ivan were to look out his window, he'd have a perfect view of the cave.
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Date: 2007-06-17 07:06 pm (UTC)"We'll be back in a few minutes," he added, more quietly, then gave Ivan a nod, meeting his eyes.
Ivan would be safe, here in the hall among so many people. As long as he didn't go wandering off - and he wouldn't, with the responsibility - Volgin had nothing to worry about. He would rather have Ivan at his side, of course, but he vaguely remembered the caves Liadov mentioned as being visible from Ivan's quarters.
It would be better to find out if that were the case if Ivan wasn't around at the time.
They left the East Wing hall. Volgin walked with the MENTs and Ocelots as they headed in the direction of the helipad. It would give them the best vantage to see the caves, if they could find a sufficiently shadowed spot. The overhead floodlights would cut down on distance vision, but the night was clear and the moon nearly full, which would help with visibility.
They covered the ground quickly, with little conversation.
Just past the helipad, they walked around a truck yard to an open length of fence. From here, they had a good vantage toward the caves themselves. Volgin peered into the darkness, toward the silhouetted caves.
After a few moments, his eye fell on one in particular that looked darker than the rest, but Volgin couldn't quite make out why.
"There's something in the mouth of that cave," Ocelot said, pointing in the same direction.
Trust the Major to have the best eyesight among all of them, Volgin thought.
Ocelot nodded to the sniper, who raised his rifle, looking down the scope at the at the darkened cave.
"You were right, Major Liadov," the sniper said, voice low but steady. "There's a body in there. No legs. No arms."
The sniper paused a moment. "Crucified," he added.
One of the other Ocelots had brought binoculars, and he passed them to the others, but Volgin turned away and looked behind them.
A cold cramp tightened in his chest.
There, across the yard, sat Ivan's quarters.
If Ivan were to look out his window, he'd have a perfect view of the cave.