Despite the deliberately pitched tone, Ocelot was startled.
He'd been expecting Irinarhov to be...elsewhere. His guns halted abruptly in their path, but slowly resumed spinning once he'd recovered, eyebrows resettling to lie in their customary arch.
He turned and saw the sniper, looking jaded and ready as ever.
Sullen, too, no doubt at being pulled away from a mark. Ocelot could relate, but he wasn't here to suck Irinarhov's cock and gratify his needs.
"Captain," he said. "Initiative is next to god. God doesn't exist in Rossiyja. Therefore there is nothing greater. Do you understand?"
He pointed his gun at Irinarhov with idle directness, not aiming, but more as a puncuation to his words.
The Captain's face showed no response, so Ocelot pulled back the gun, and offered a curt nod.
"It's been noted," he said. "I've made a mark in your favor, Irinarhov."
He smirked.
"Isaev's too."
Ocelot narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"I'm going to give you a choice, instead of an order, Captain. You can accompany me, or you can stay here and wait for Isaev. Your call."
He walked a short distance, spurs chinking in the empty hall.
"I need to see some people, and you're technically my closest ranking officer. I'm clearly without Isaev and Imanov, who I would usually tap for this kind of thing."
He paused.
"However...it's a good thing to stand by a comrade, Captain, once you've got his back. He'll be expecting you, of course. Even if the event is...uneventful. Solidarity is a good aspect to build...but if I'm right, you and Isaev have been working on that already, haven't you?"
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Date: 2006-11-01 06:56 pm (UTC)He'd been expecting Irinarhov to be...elsewhere. His guns halted abruptly in their path, but slowly resumed spinning once he'd recovered, eyebrows resettling to lie in their customary arch.
He turned and saw the sniper, looking jaded and ready as ever.
Sullen, too, no doubt at being pulled away from a mark. Ocelot could relate, but he wasn't here to suck Irinarhov's cock and gratify his needs.
"Captain," he said. "Initiative is next to god. God doesn't exist in Rossiyja. Therefore there is nothing greater. Do you understand?"
He pointed his gun at Irinarhov with idle directness, not aiming, but more as a puncuation to his words.
The Captain's face showed no response, so Ocelot pulled back the gun, and offered a curt nod.
"It's been noted," he said. "I've made a mark in your favor, Irinarhov."
He smirked.
"Isaev's too."
Ocelot narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"I'm going to give you a choice, instead of an order, Captain. You can accompany me, or you can stay here and wait for Isaev. Your call."
He walked a short distance, spurs chinking in the empty hall.
"I need to see some people, and you're technically my closest ranking officer. I'm clearly without Isaev and Imanov, who I would usually tap for this kind of thing."
He paused.
"However...it's a good thing to stand by a comrade, Captain, once you've got his back. He'll be expecting you, of course. Even if the event is...uneventful. Solidarity is a good aspect to build...but if I'm right, you and Isaev have been working on that already, haven't you?"
He raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.
"It's entirely up to you."