Date: 2007-06-28 01:21 am (UTC)
Rakitin walked beside Liadov, brushing sand out of the clicking gears in his mind.

They were missing too many pieces.

Well, not literally. Anymore. Not since the Ocelots had found the severed limbs making a miniature pyramid in the natural tomb.

As if waiting.

Rakitin didn't like the feeling of being led around by the nose. It made the backs of his eyes itch.

For now, there was nothing to be done but to attend to the basics. The logic of any structure; form the foundation, and the shape of the next stage will naturally follow.

It was necessary to believe that. At least for now.

They were missing too much crucial data for conjecture to be of any use.

Ippolit spotted somehow who might be able to assist with that.

"Major Raikov," he said as they approached. The thinning of the Major's mouth and anger glittering in his cold eyes revealed that he had already heard of the second corpse. He was in charge of the interior guards; he should be able to set them in the right direction. "The corpse has been tentatively identified as belonging to a mechanic. Can you provide confirmation, or a name?"
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