“Once again,” Krauss shrugged, “don’t take it personally. You’re not my type.” He grinned, as an idea crept over him. “I prefer blondes, really, but Major Raikov does not discriminate.” No, the American was not his type. Far too hairy.
Then, as quickly as he had leaned in with his typical depraved smile, the German recoiled, slipping his coat off and folding it into a neat pile, to be used as a makeshift pillow. No sense in getting in a hurry to go anywhere, he observed, the rest of Snake’s surrogate unit was still quite involved in their meals, and the defector himself seemed quite content to let his meal settle.
And then, he had a thought.
“You didn’t sit with them.” He gestured to the Cobras, at their own table across the room, clearly avoided by Groznyj personnel. That was interesting, the thought, very interesting. Snake chose to sit alone, even despite being grudgingly accepted by the Boss, and therefore, vicariously accepted by her unit, whether they liked it or not.
The Major straightened up, and thoughtfully spoke. “You know… I could arrange a plane to leave tomorrow, bound for Washington. All you have to do is ask, and none of this ever happened. Russia, Groznyj Grad, Cobra Unit -- it was all a bad dream.”
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Date: 2006-09-23 04:36 am (UTC)Then, as quickly as he had leaned in with his typical depraved smile, the German recoiled, slipping his coat off and folding it into a neat pile, to be used as a makeshift pillow. No sense in getting in a hurry to go anywhere, he observed, the rest of Snake’s surrogate unit was still quite involved in their meals, and the defector himself seemed quite content to let his meal settle.
And then, he had a thought.
“You didn’t sit with them.” He gestured to the Cobras, at their own table across the room, clearly avoided by Groznyj personnel. That was interesting, the thought, very interesting. Snake chose to sit alone, even despite being grudgingly accepted by the Boss, and therefore, vicariously accepted by her unit, whether they liked it or not.
The Major straightened up, and thoughtfully spoke. “You know… I could arrange a plane to leave tomorrow, bound for Washington. All you have to do is ask, and none of this ever happened. Russia, Groznyj Grad, Cobra Unit -- it was all a bad dream.”