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It was early evening when he found Rakitin reading a novel in the officer's lounge, seated in an avocado-green pleatherette armchair in the corner.

The lieutenant looked engrossed, and didn't even look up as Liadov approached.

Science fiction, he noted, as he put his hand down on the page.

"We have a problem," he said, as Rakitin looked up, blinking.

Date: 2008-07-15 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
Rakitin took a moment to adjust to a world without robots in it, then sat up and set the book aside.

Liadov's expression was severe.

"What is it, Major?" he said.

Date: 2008-07-15 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
Polya's eyes lowered.

"So it's true that nothing gets under the radar."

One electron couldn't wander away from the greater atom without incurring a charge.

He looked back up to Liadov, dark eyes serious.

"How bad is it?"

Date: 2008-07-15 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
Rakitin's fingers knitted together, unseen, barely felt.

"When will they be here?"

He had paid little attention to departmental squabbles, as a rule. Chasing people's means and motives only lead to more questions, and not the kind he could answer. He kept his head down over cadavers and was mostly left alone.

Now they were both going to pay for it.

Polya's face set, resolute.

"It was my decision. I'll deal with the consequences."

Date: 2008-07-16 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
Liadov looked not reproachful, but resigned.

Rakitin found himself concerned, but for once not afraid. It was for a purpose doubt couldn't waver.

"You?" said Polya, brow bending. "You didn't do anything."

Date: 2008-07-16 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
"You still could," Rakitin pointed out, thinking strategy.

"You don't know any of this officially, da?"

Wouldn't, if Polya's lips weren't prone to falling loose at first provocation. With bodies, they used needle and thread to keep that from happening.

"There's no reason you couldn't have just found out."

Date: 2008-07-16 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
"I see," said Rakitin slowly.

His eyes flickered to Liadov's.

"Don't stick your neck out."

Liadov would know these things better than he, but he couldn't rely on him, much less hide behind him. He could call it routine, but it bothered Rakitin that his simple action had caused trouble.

Which wasn't to say he regretted it.

A frown pulled at his mouth.

"You think one of Olavyenko's could be here already?" Rakitin asked. "Would...making contact, as you say, help?"

Date: 2008-07-17 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
"Of course you wouldn't be," Rakitin said slowly, wondering what Liadov was thinking he'd meant. "I'm with you,and....I'm grateful that you'd take the risk. But like I said, I'll take full responsibility."

Polya shook his head.

"I'm sorry you had to get involved in this."

He got up, sliding the book into a pocket absently, and cast Liadov a glance.

"How's your nose?"

Date: 2008-07-17 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hajimenoippolit.livejournal.com
"Right," said Rakitin. "That's good."

It was a strange and awkward subject. Even the inveterate pokers of strange and awkward things had to hold off sometimes.

"Thank you for the warning."

Always better to be prepared.

"It wouldn't have been a pleasant surprise."

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