Kassian nodded, deliberate and solemn, though he let a mote of gratitude lighten his gaze.

He dropped his eyes away.

Twenty four hours. It was more than enough.

Kassian knew that Liadov was thinking the same thing he was.

...Here's proof that this tape is for our ears only, Captain.

Liadov's words had been soft, but his eyes were hard as he had leaned across the interview table toward Kassian.

...If I found that Andrei had done this, I would bury it so fast your head would spin.

The words were like the cold comfort of a rifle barrel against his palm.

Kassian turned to Ocelot.

"Major. Permission to find Lieutenant Isaev and apprise him of the situation. I'm not on the bodyguard detail right now."

He'd actually had a rare morning free after practice, though as luck - or rather, Imanov's schedule - would have it, Isaev had patrol. Kassian had decided to spend his time fixing up his sniper tower to make it more conducive to long-term nesting.

Which was when he'd found Borishnakov.

Kassian checked his watch. Isaev should be getting back from patrol shortly, he thought.