The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

Liadov pushed himself to his feet, running a hand back through his hair.

He felt...unsteady. A little out of sorts.

In his peripheral vision Rakitin was charging the soldier to lead the way, the Ocelots were demanding answers of him.

Nika turned.

"Take the flask," he interrupted, loudly. "Nip up and get straight."

The Lieutenant looked at Krauss, then took a swig. Then another. And another.

When he was done, he blinked and wiped his mouth, taking a deep breath.

"I'm ready," he croaked. "But you don't need me to find him. Second floor- the regular showers. He's lying on the tile. He had no pulse."

Nika closed his eyes briefly, to regather his strength.

He was starting to feel a little dazed, not able to connect his thoughts.

Walk it off, he thought, vaguely.

He punched his fist into his palm.

"Are we ready?" he demanded, with effort, clenching his teeth slightly to keep himself grounded and conscious. "Let's not wait until Spring."