“Last night. Hmm.” The Fury shook his head, and decided to leave all possible inappropriate assumptions about ‘last night’ and ‘Krauss’ to the imagination. “Looks good, kid. I like it. A bit too flammable for my tastes, but it’s a good color on you.”
Woolen uniforms were quite flammable, much to the cosmonaut’s delight, and much to the dismay of every GRU officer who crossed him on a bad day.
Briefly saluting the Boss, he stepped sideways to avoid hitting either of the two Americans with his jet pack in the narrow hallway.
The sociopath said nothing more as he reached the main door, even though he had a lot rattling around in his fractured mind. Plenty was left unsaid about the suspected nature of The Joy’s true mission, and what that meant for himself and the rest of the Cobra Unit.
It was just easier to go on like nothing was wrong, and find a nice, peaceful diversion.
Reports trickled in all morning about a truck stalled at the front gates of the fortress, just prefect for stripping down as spare parts. Volgin would be livid to learn the Krasnogorje flame patrol and their leader scraped a perfectly good military truck for the fuck of it.
Infuriating the Colonel was about as peaceful of a diversion as the Fury really wanted to occupy his time with.
“If anyone comes looking for me,” he stopped in the doorway, “they can find me easily enough in my laboratory.” Without another word, he disappeared into the cold, white morning beyond the security of Cobra barracks.
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Woolen uniforms were quite flammable, much to the cosmonaut’s delight, and much to the dismay of every GRU officer who crossed him on a bad day.
Briefly saluting the Boss, he stepped sideways to avoid hitting either of the two Americans with his jet pack in the narrow hallway.
The sociopath said nothing more as he reached the main door, even though he had a lot rattling around in his fractured mind. Plenty was left unsaid about the suspected nature of The Joy’s true mission, and what that meant for himself and the rest of the Cobra Unit.
It was just easier to go on like nothing was wrong, and find a nice, peaceful diversion.
Reports trickled in all morning about a truck stalled at the front gates of the fortress, just prefect for stripping down as spare parts. Volgin would be livid to learn the Krasnogorje flame patrol and their leader scraped a perfectly good military truck for the fuck of it.
Infuriating the Colonel was about as peaceful of a diversion as the Fury really wanted to occupy his time with.
“If anyone comes looking for me,” he stopped in the doorway, “they can find me easily enough in my laboratory.” Without another word, he disappeared into the cold, white morning beyond the security of Cobra barracks.