Confrontation [February 23, 1964, 1:47pm]
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groznyj_gradKassian stood in the alley between buildings, in sniper-mode, still and silent, waiting.
The patrol finally came in the south gate. Quieter than usual, Kassian thought. More subdued. Though he allowed that his own mood could have caused him to read into it.
Three Ocelots with Kalashnikovs in hand approached his position, angling to cross the Grad and head back to the Ocelot barracks. Though they were all balaclavaed, he knew Isaev anywhere, both from his muscular build and the eerily graceful way he moved. Semeyonev was tall, but not as tall as Isaev. Not as broad-shouldered. And while Semeyonev even had the same stealth training from the same instructor, Kassian could tell the difference between the two, even with a casual glance.
He had spent a lot of time watching Isaev, soaking in the fine details.
Kassian liked to think he knew him.
Isaev walked at the back of the formation. Kassian didn't know who the other two were. Not that it mattered.
Kassian didn't move, and he could tell they didn't see him, shadowed as he was. He waited until they passed.
Scooping up a small chunk of gravel, he weighed it against his palm, then stepped out from his hiding place and hurled the rock at the back of Isaev's head.
His aim was true.
It hit with a solid thunk he could actually hear and Isaev spun around.
Kassian let Isaev see him for a moment, then faded back into the alley.
It was more secure than CODEC, and more subtle than shooting the beret off his head.
The patrol finally came in the south gate. Quieter than usual, Kassian thought. More subdued. Though he allowed that his own mood could have caused him to read into it.
Three Ocelots with Kalashnikovs in hand approached his position, angling to cross the Grad and head back to the Ocelot barracks. Though they were all balaclavaed, he knew Isaev anywhere, both from his muscular build and the eerily graceful way he moved. Semeyonev was tall, but not as tall as Isaev. Not as broad-shouldered. And while Semeyonev even had the same stealth training from the same instructor, Kassian could tell the difference between the two, even with a casual glance.
He had spent a lot of time watching Isaev, soaking in the fine details.
Kassian liked to think he knew him.
Isaev walked at the back of the formation. Kassian didn't know who the other two were. Not that it mattered.
Kassian didn't move, and he could tell they didn't see him, shadowed as he was. He waited until they passed.
Scooping up a small chunk of gravel, he weighed it against his palm, then stepped out from his hiding place and hurled the rock at the back of Isaev's head.
His aim was true.
It hit with a solid thunk he could actually hear and Isaev spun around.
Kassian let Isaev see him for a moment, then faded back into the alley.
It was more secure than CODEC, and more subtle than shooting the beret off his head.
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:26 am (UTC)He caught and held Isaev's eyes for a long moment, saying nothing, but not needing to, either.
Before he moved out, Kassian tugged his balaclava over his head, then fixed his beret in place.
He would rather be part of the crowd, just another anonymous Ocelot, even though the rifle over his shoulder marked him as anything but.
Kassian readjusted his uniform, smoothing it down and straightening his lapels.
Presentable again, he nodded.
He edged out into the yard and followed the sound of the Major's voice. Isaev was right behind him.