He wasn't concerned about Lynx, not really. The man had an overtly sincere patina about him, and a quiet fortitude.
And he'd been demonstratively compliant about the matter, understanding Ocelot's perspective as a commander.
He hit his Codec.
"Ocelot," he said, cutting off the guard who answered. "Release the man in holding, and tell him to proceed to the infirmary. Tell him the Colonel is awake and would like to see him."
A pause, and pulled out his Makarov, checking the chamber, letting it spin on his index finger.
"Yes. That's him. The mammoth fucking bastard."
He clicked off directly after the affirmation, giving himself time to straighten his beret with the other hand before glancing up.
"He should be on his way," he said, frowning at the Colonel's pallid lips and the hectic flush of his cheeks.
His eyes looked slightly silvered, as if shot through with mercury.
Arsenic tended to produce a fevered look, and clearly, its ghost lingered for a while.
"I thought he might be the one," Ocelot said, slowly.
He looked up, winnowing his gaze in on Volgin's hectically bright eyes.
"How long has this been going on, Colonel? And who exactly is out to take you down? Did Lynx happen to tell you that? My squad's master sniper, Captain Irinarhov, made the suggestion that we strike at the heart of the problem, higher up in the chain."
He paused, rubbing the barrel of his gun along his jaw, narrowing his eyes.
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Date: 2007-08-20 04:31 pm (UTC)He wasn't concerned about Lynx, not really. The man had an overtly sincere patina about him, and a quiet fortitude.
And he'd been demonstratively compliant about the matter, understanding Ocelot's perspective as a commander.
He hit his Codec.
"Ocelot," he said, cutting off the guard who answered. "Release the man in holding, and tell him to proceed to the infirmary. Tell him the Colonel is awake and would like to see him."
A pause, and pulled out his Makarov, checking the chamber, letting it spin on his index finger.
"Yes. That's him. The mammoth fucking bastard."
He clicked off directly after the affirmation, giving himself time to straighten his beret with the other hand before glancing up.
"He should be on his way," he said, frowning at the Colonel's pallid lips and the hectic flush of his cheeks.
His eyes looked slightly silvered, as if shot through with mercury.
Arsenic tended to produce a fevered look, and clearly, its ghost lingered for a while.
"I thought he might be the one," Ocelot said, slowly.
He looked up, winnowing his gaze in on Volgin's hectically bright eyes.
"How long has this been going on, Colonel? And who exactly is out to take you down? Did Lynx happen to tell you that? My squad's master sniper, Captain Irinarhov, made the suggestion that we strike at the heart of the problem, higher up in the chain."
He paused, rubbing the barrel of his gun along his jaw, narrowing his eyes.
"...I think it's worth considering."