Date: 2007-10-09 05:55 am (UTC)
Nika scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

The other man had lowered his weapon, but done it oddly, like his wrists had suddenly broken.

"Really, it's all right."

Liadov pointed to the man he'd been previously enmeshed with.

"He's Special Ops."

Rakitin knew that, of course, but this GRU soldier looked almost...devastated. Devastated and revolted.

His eyes traveled down, looking for some identification. A name tag, whatever.

Then he frowned.

"What...happened to your arms, comrade?"

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