"Jesus fuck!" yelped Ocelot, whirling around and drawing his gun.
His finger was on the trigger and it was already aimed- only the sense of a logical question penetrating his mind halted the depression.
A split second reaction, and in the end all it meant was that he was staring at the artless, scruffy face of that American instead of a smoking black hole where his face used to be.
Ocelot scowled, unsure he'd made the right choice.
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:44 pm (UTC)His finger was on the trigger and it was already aimed- only the sense of a logical question penetrating his mind halted the depression.
A split second reaction, and in the end all it meant was that he was staring at the artless, scruffy face of that American instead of a smoking black hole where his face used to be.
Ocelot scowled, unsure he'd made the right choice.
"What the hell are you doing here?"