Date: 2006-10-28 07:32 am (UTC)
Ocelot's eyes narrowed.

"Relax," he drawled. "There's no need to get excited."

He pulled out his gun and started twirling it, idly, overcome by force of habit.

"So you already know that you're cleared of medical requirements?" he said conversationally. "Well, in that case, I can get on with my busy day."

Maybe the cosmonaut did know. Or maybe he was still under the impression that Ocelot was here to drag him in for a stab in the ass and a hammer to the knee.

"You should send Volgin a thank you note for getting Krauss off your Cobra ass," added Ocelot, letting the Makarov make pinwheels as he angled his hand. "Not that I think he did it out of any sense of greater philanthropy...but still."
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