Isaev frowned, weighing the Captain's gaze with his own, as they conferred inaudibly.
The language of soliders was shallow and universal, but the language of Spetsnaz men was rarified, and the Ocelots spoke it flawlessly.
He was not surprised to see Irinarhov. He'd been right after all, though he'd never have known the sniper was behind him unless something like this had flushed him out into the open and forced his hand.
Irinarhov had looked rather deadly, vaulting the stairs and coming upon him at a dead and silent run, his eyes honed like steel and black like night, strands of thick, dark hair dishevelled and upthrust like a crown of thorns.
Abject alarm in his eyes, that had faded as soon as Andrei saw it.
Kassian Irinarhov clearly kept himself well in check, and didn't waste his resources on fears after they proved unfounded.
He held up a hand, signaled for a moment.
"Shast," he mouthed slowly, moving his lips in a deliberate form.
There was nothing more from behind the laboratory door.
Kassian's silent question- should he conceal himself.
Isaev nodded, indicating the narrow bridge that joined the upper walkways. It would give him enough distance to get off a shot if he needed to.
"Cover the door," he whispered, putting a hand on the sniper's arm.
And me with it, he thought. He realized he felt no apprehension about the outcome of events. He trusted Irinarhov's skill explicitly.
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Date: 2006-10-30 12:40 am (UTC)The language of soliders was shallow and universal, but the language of Spetsnaz men was rarified, and the Ocelots spoke it flawlessly.
He was not surprised to see Irinarhov. He'd been right after all, though he'd never have known the sniper was behind him unless something like this had flushed him out into the open and forced his hand.
Irinarhov had looked rather deadly, vaulting the stairs and coming upon him at a dead and silent run, his eyes honed like steel and black like night, strands of thick, dark hair dishevelled and upthrust like a crown of thorns.
Abject alarm in his eyes, that had faded as soon as Andrei saw it.
Kassian Irinarhov clearly kept himself well in check, and didn't waste his resources on fears after they proved unfounded.
He held up a hand, signaled for a moment.
"Shast," he mouthed slowly, moving his lips in a deliberate form.
There was nothing more from behind the laboratory door.
Kassian's silent question- should he conceal himself.
Isaev nodded, indicating the narrow bridge that joined the upper walkways. It would give him enough distance to get off a shot if he needed to.
"Cover the door," he whispered, putting a hand on the sniper's arm.
And me with it, he thought. He realized he felt no apprehension about the outcome of events. He trusted Irinarhov's skill explicitly.