“Plan…” The Fear arched one slender gray brow, but did not inquire. He knew he would find out soon enough, and hoped the kid wouldn’t mumble anything else about the matter, not out in the open, not where so many ears strained to listen.
“Speaking of plans…” he cleared his throat, “unless there is some deviation tonight, we’ll meet Major Krauss twenty three paces inside the front door of the East Wing. We’ll take the front door because this is a friendly game of cards we’re going to, you understand?”
If it were truly a top secret meeting of elite soldiers, in which plans and battle strategies would be revealed, they would take the fire escape and crawl in through the window.
“He’ll be headed to his quarters for the night after a long day of…doing whatever it is he does in his office, with his ugly kitty. We’ll tell him exactly where we’re going, who will be there, and what we’ll be doing. The Fury’s lab, with the other Cobras, for a few games of poker. Then I’ll invite him to join us, and he’ll tactfully decline, because the Fury will be there, and even Krauss has the good sense enough not to go poking at a dragon in its own lair.” He paused, nudging Snake as they reached the front steps. It was a good time for a lesson about aggressive stealth.
“Do you understand why I would give him details?”
A grin swept over him and he looked around to be sure no one was within earshot. “Poker isn’t even on the radar tonight, but it’s good to have an alibi, should anyone ask why we threw a private party. And Krauss will tell them, ‘ach, ja, zee ver playing poker, I remember now, ja zee invited me’ and no one will think anything else of it.”
The spider soldier pushed open the door, and held it for Snake. “After you, comrade.”
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:53 pm (UTC)“Speaking of plans…” he cleared his throat, “unless there is some deviation tonight, we’ll meet Major Krauss twenty three paces inside the front door of the East Wing. We’ll take the front door because this is a friendly game of cards we’re going to, you understand?”
If it were truly a top secret meeting of elite soldiers, in which plans and battle strategies would be revealed, they would take the fire escape and crawl in through the window.
“He’ll be headed to his quarters for the night after a long day of…doing whatever it is he does in his office, with his ugly kitty. We’ll tell him exactly where we’re going, who will be there, and what we’ll be doing. The Fury’s lab, with the other Cobras, for a few games of poker. Then I’ll invite him to join us, and he’ll tactfully decline, because the Fury will be there, and even Krauss has the good sense enough not to go poking at a dragon in its own lair.” He paused, nudging Snake as they reached the front steps. It was a good time for a lesson about aggressive stealth.
“Do you understand why I would give him details?”
A grin swept over him and he looked around to be sure no one was within earshot. “Poker isn’t even on the radar tonight, but it’s good to have an alibi, should anyone ask why we threw a private party. And Krauss will tell them, ‘ach, ja, zee ver playing poker, I remember now, ja zee invited me’ and no one will think anything else of it.”
The spider soldier pushed open the door, and held it for Snake. “After you, comrade.”