Date: 2007-08-05 08:27 am (UTC)
"Thank you, er, Pain," Ippolit said, wishing, not for the first time, that the Cobras had slightly more traditional nomenclature. The bare noun sounded so coarse and direct.

Rakitin reached out to take the folder, using the motion to conceal a surreptitious kick under the table in Nika's direction. The MVD had fallen victim to the soporific hum of insects, and as amusing as it might be to leave him to wake up in the hangar hours later, inhaling a giant hornet in one's sleep would probably be fatal to at least one of the parties involved. Not to mention definitely fatal for Polya.

He stood.

"Please let us know if you...that is, any of you, find out anything else."
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