Ocelot looked at the three of them, uncomprehending at first.
"What are you angling at?" he demanded, then the implications of the words dawned on him.
"No," he said, emphatically, at once, eyes widening to punctuate the words. "No chance in hell. My men aren't fucking American cowboys. They don't use their weapons without a direct order- Isaev included."
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Date: 2007-12-08 10:24 am (UTC)"What are you angling at?" he demanded, then the implications of the words dawned on him.
"No," he said, emphatically, at once, eyes widening to punctuate the words. "No chance in hell. My men aren't fucking American cowboys. They don't use their weapons without a direct order- Isaev included."