Aryol watched the gun until it went back into its holster, then lifted his gaze to the pathologist's face. He nodded once, in quiet acknowledgment, before turning around to face the other way.
He didn't really know Lieutenant Rakitin, but he seemed nice enough, and if it came down to choosing between him and the other man with the gun, in Aryol's book, this was a more acceptable risk.
The other man, the one he didn't recognize, was suspiciously quiet. Aryol eyed him uncertainly.
There was something about him, an undercurrent of danger, something lethal in his narrowed gaze. The soldier reminded Aryol of other men he'd known in Black Ops, men who knew how to kill, and didn't much mind it.
Forward motion would be dangerous, he sensed, akin threatening a wild dog. He watched the man's eyes. Feral and dangerous.
Aryol held his ground, close and resolute at his MVD lover's side.
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He didn't really know Lieutenant Rakitin, but he seemed nice enough, and if it came down to choosing between him and the other man with the gun, in Aryol's book, this was a more acceptable risk.
The other man, the one he didn't recognize, was suspiciously quiet. Aryol eyed him uncertainly.
There was something about him, an undercurrent of danger, something lethal in his narrowed gaze. The soldier reminded Aryol of other men he'd known in Black Ops, men who knew how to kill, and didn't much mind it.
Forward motion would be dangerous, he sensed, akin threatening a wild dog. He watched the man's eyes. Feral and dangerous.
Aryol held his ground, close and resolute at his MVD lover's side.