The Black Ops man was still long enough for Rakitin to resolve that if he had to spend the afterlife explaining such a stupid way to die he would dedicate a fair portion of it to haunting the hell out of the both of them, before nodding and turning to face the other threat.
Rakitin was about to slip off into the shadows to allow them to convince the other to do likewise and let them return to their business, when he realized that he was thinking of the GRU man as a threat.
He couldn't have said why. Something about the stance, maybe. The way he held his gun, subtly off from the thoughtlessly natural way that slipped into the background of the base's life unseen, disturbing in the way of a doll that appeared almost, but not quite, human.
Maybe, a ticking, paranoid little box in Rakitin's mind whispered, he had stumbled on the murderer after all.
If so, the stranger had miscalculated badly. His mode was to seek one target, where now there were three.
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Date: 2007-10-09 08:17 am (UTC)Rakitin was about to slip off into the shadows to allow them to convince the other to do likewise and let them return to their business, when he realized that he was thinking of the GRU man as a threat.
He couldn't have said why. Something about the stance, maybe. The way he held his gun, subtly off from the thoughtlessly natural way that slipped into the background of the base's life unseen, disturbing in the way of a doll that appeared almost, but not quite, human.
Maybe, a ticking, paranoid little box in Rakitin's mind whispered, he had stumbled on the murderer after all.
If so, the stranger had miscalculated badly. His mode was to seek one target, where now there were three.