Kassian was already digging in Liadov's breast pocket.
He pulled out a pair of ID badges and a small leather case that had been worn smooth and soft by time and use.
He opened the case. Inside were two syringes and two small vials.
Kassian pulled the vials out, frowning as he examined them. They had rubber tops, he realized, and labels. One was marked “glucogen.”
"I don't know how - " he started, offering the vial and syringe to Rakitin.
"I'll talk you through it," Rakitin said, immediately.
Kassian frowned.
“I’ve only ever injected rats, actually. And, er, dead people don’t need a lot of shots.”
The MENT flashed a brief, apologetic smile. “But I understand the theory perfectly well,” he added.
Liadov's hands slipped, falling from Kassian's face to clutch onto his uniform with waning strength. There was no time to argue anymore.
“All right,” Kassian said.
"Put the needle through the top of the bottle, then press down on the plunger." The MENT mimed the action. "Then turn the bottle upside down, and pull the plunger back to fill it up."
Kassian complied, watching the syringe fill up with colorless liquid.
"Make sure there aren't any air bubbles. Good. Now inject him below the stomach," Rakitin said.
Kassin tugged Liadov's shirt up and his waistband down to expose a strip of pale flesh. Liadov's belly was trim and sleek, but not as thick with muscle as Isaev's. Still, Kassian had to work a little to find a bit of loose skin. He pinched it between his fingers, and angled the needle.
"Just like that. Go ahead," Rakitin told him.
Kassian took in a deep breath, and pushed the plunger.
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Date: 2007-06-29 11:19 pm (UTC)Kassian was already digging in Liadov's breast pocket.
He pulled out a pair of ID badges and a small leather case that had been worn smooth and soft by time and use.
He opened the case. Inside were two syringes and two small vials.
Kassian pulled the vials out, frowning as he examined them. They had rubber tops, he realized, and labels. One was marked “glucogen.”
"I don't know how - " he started, offering the vial and syringe to Rakitin.
"I'll talk you through it," Rakitin said, immediately.
Kassian frowned.
“I’ve only ever injected rats, actually. And, er, dead people don’t need a lot of shots.”
The MENT flashed a brief, apologetic smile. “But I understand the theory perfectly well,” he added.
Liadov's hands slipped, falling from Kassian's face to clutch onto his uniform with waning strength. There was no time to argue anymore.
“All right,” Kassian said.
"Put the needle through the top of the bottle, then press down on the plunger." The MENT mimed the action. "Then turn the bottle upside down, and pull the plunger back to fill it up."
Kassian complied, watching the syringe fill up with colorless liquid.
"Make sure there aren't any air bubbles. Good. Now inject him below the stomach," Rakitin said.
Kassin tugged Liadov's shirt up and his waistband down to expose a strip of pale flesh. Liadov's belly was trim and sleek, but not as thick with muscle as Isaev's. Still, Kassian had to work a little to find a bit of loose skin. He pinched it between his fingers, and angled the needle.
"Just like that. Go ahead," Rakitin told him.
Kassian took in a deep breath, and pushed the plunger.