Ocelot had picked the dark haired man out like a rose in a cold fireplace, and he conceded that this, at least, was one advantage of his relative diversity.
However, he reminded himself, if this were nature, he'd have been picked off long ago, like an albino deer in the summer...or, in this case, like a snowmink whose color didn't shift with the advent of winter.
Irinarhov, however, usually did the picking. And did it well, as Ocelot had observed.
So perhaps a little dark smudge on his flaxen fleet was not intolerable.
"Irinarhov. I need a moment of your time."
He was convinced the sniper was his best hope for information, and so preoccupied with his own agenda that it didn't occur to him to wonder what the hell he was doing wandering around the base like a cenobite on reflection.
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Date: 2006-09-03 10:13 pm (UTC)Ocelot had picked the dark haired man out like a rose in a cold fireplace, and he conceded that this, at least, was one advantage of his relative diversity.
However, he reminded himself, if this were nature, he'd have been picked off long ago, like an albino deer in the summer...or, in this case, like a snowmink whose color didn't shift with the advent of winter.
Irinarhov, however, usually did the picking. And did it well, as Ocelot had observed.
So perhaps a little dark smudge on his flaxen fleet was not intolerable.
"Irinarhov. I need a moment of your time."
He was convinced the sniper was his best hope for information, and so preoccupied with his own agenda that it didn't occur to him to wonder what the hell he was doing wandering around the base like a cenobite on reflection.