Kassian watched Isaev, who stood casually while he smoked, cigarette pressed between his lips. The bastard even smoked sensually, though Kassian felt fairly sure Isaev wasn't doing it on purpose.
He turned his gaze to the surrounding jungle, frowning in thought.
"Nearby," Kassian said, slowly. "So I could watch."
He made a face and scanned the treeline, then shrugged.
"But then again, I'm not a complete khokhol, so I might be wrong."
His look briefly turned wry as he caught Isaev's gaze for a moment, sharing the dark humor.
"I was scheduled for an injection today as well," he said. "To overwrite my settings to the Ocelot frequencies."
He supposed it wouldn't happen now, at least not today.
Kassian did not actually mind the injections. Over the years, he'd been poked and prodded and given so many various inoculations that he'd come to accept them with equanimity. Like war, they were just something that happened to you in the Army.
He'd originally been given his first nano injection when he'd made Major, but had been surprised to learn that everyone in Ocelot Unit had them, though it made sense, given they were one of the most elite Spetsnaz units.
Kassian still wondered how he'd managed to be assigned here. He remembered that he had meant to speak to Major Raikov at some point to ask him what had prompted his transfer. Preferably when the Major was in neither a groping nor grinding mood.
His gaze turned back to the river. Borishnakov had seemed to focus on it a great deal, leaving so many false trails nearby. Even if the deserter had only meant to throw them off the scent, it still was a point of reference. Perhaps he continued to make false trails even now.
"Where does this go?" he asked Isaev, looking both up and downstream. "Is there something nearby, some landmark where he could hide? Or where someone could lie in wait and watch for him circle back, if everyone else moves on?"
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He turned his gaze to the surrounding jungle, frowning in thought.
"Nearby," Kassian said, slowly. "So I could watch."
He made a face and scanned the treeline, then shrugged.
"But then again, I'm not a complete khokhol, so I might be wrong."
His look briefly turned wry as he caught Isaev's gaze for a moment, sharing the dark humor.
"I was scheduled for an injection today as well," he said. "To overwrite my settings to the Ocelot frequencies."
He supposed it wouldn't happen now, at least not today.
Kassian did not actually mind the injections. Over the years, he'd been poked and prodded and given so many various inoculations that he'd come to accept them with equanimity. Like war, they were just something that happened to you in the Army.
He'd originally been given his first nano injection when he'd made Major, but had been surprised to learn that everyone in Ocelot Unit had them, though it made sense, given they were one of the most elite Spetsnaz units.
Kassian still wondered how he'd managed to be assigned here. He remembered that he had meant to speak to Major Raikov at some point to ask him what had prompted his transfer. Preferably when the Major was in neither a groping nor grinding mood.
His gaze turned back to the river. Borishnakov had seemed to focus on it a great deal, leaving so many false trails nearby. Even if the deserter had only meant to throw them off the scent, it still was a point of reference. Perhaps he continued to make false trails even now.
"Where does this go?" he asked Isaev, looking both up and downstream. "Is there something nearby, some landmark where he could hide? Or where someone could lie in wait and watch for him circle back, if everyone else moves on?"