He'd thought he had concealed himself well. Ocelot hadn't even been looking in his direction before he'd called out. He found himself hesitating, but only for a moment, before he reluctantly stood up.
Ocelot looked preoccupied again, Kassian noticed. Frowns and smirks alternatively flowed across that expressive face as the major seemed to ponder, though it didn't seem urgent.
Perhaps the crash in the room had been just an accident.
He glanced back at the now-shut door, frowning, the lines on his forehead creasing. He didn't like it, this being cut off from line of sight into the room, even though he had no doubt that Isaev could take care of himself.
In fact, he knew it.
"I'm here, Major," he called from the skybridge, voice low but pitched to carry. Kassian kept his Mosin-Nagant in his hands, but did not keep it pointed. Instead he held it in a seemingly casual grip with one hand above the other. It was a combat grip, designed to let him bring the weapon to bear quickly, should it become necessary.
He did not bother to explain why he had his weapon while not on patrol. If Ocelot knew enough to know he was here - and Kassian still couldn't figure out how he'd noticed - Ocelot must also know what Kassian was doing here, and Kassian did not have to clarify the details.
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Date: 2006-11-01 06:47 am (UTC)He'd thought he had concealed himself well. Ocelot hadn't even been looking in his direction before he'd called out. He found himself hesitating, but only for a moment, before he reluctantly stood up.
Ocelot looked preoccupied again, Kassian noticed. Frowns and smirks alternatively flowed across that expressive face as the major seemed to ponder, though it didn't seem urgent.
Perhaps the crash in the room had been just an accident.
He glanced back at the now-shut door, frowning, the lines on his forehead creasing. He didn't like it, this being cut off from line of sight into the room, even though he had no doubt that Isaev could take care of himself.
In fact, he knew it.
"I'm here, Major," he called from the skybridge, voice low but pitched to carry. Kassian kept his Mosin-Nagant in his hands, but did not keep it pointed. Instead he held it in a seemingly casual grip with one hand above the other. It was a combat grip, designed to let him bring the weapon to bear quickly, should it become necessary.
He did not bother to explain why he had his weapon while not on patrol. If Ocelot knew enough to know he was here - and Kassian still couldn't figure out how he'd noticed - Ocelot must also know what Kassian was doing here, and Kassian did not have to clarify the details.