He usually went light on non-lethal ammunition because he so rarely used it. In most cases, if he found himself summoned to any particular situation, it was because someone needed killing.
Accepting Isaev's offered cigarette in the spirit it was offered - comradeship - he drew a short, reluctant drag, then handed it back.
He still didn't care for smoking, but the nicotine settled in his bloodstream and he felt his annoyance at the situation lessen.
Kassian was still plenty annoyed at Borishnakov. It surprised him. He'd been in the squad such a short time, and he already felt protective. Maybe it was Isaev's influence. Maybe it was something else. Being given a second chance.
He checked his Mosin-Nagant, but didn't load the non-lethal rounds yet.
After all, it looked like there might be plenty of things out here besides Borishnakov that might need killing.
He stood back as Isaev made the assignments. Three Ocelots, all veterans by the look of them, moved off to find tree-perches. The others fell into a line, Charushkin at its lead, and Kassian following behind.
They moved out without further ceremony, heading for higher ground.
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Date: 2006-11-26 10:05 pm (UTC)But he only needed one.
He usually went light on non-lethal ammunition because he so rarely used it. In most cases, if he found himself summoned to any particular situation, it was because someone needed killing.
Accepting Isaev's offered cigarette in the spirit it was offered - comradeship - he drew a short, reluctant drag, then handed it back.
He still didn't care for smoking, but the nicotine settled in his bloodstream and he felt his annoyance at the situation lessen.
Kassian was still plenty annoyed at Borishnakov. It surprised him. He'd been in the squad such a short time, and he already felt protective. Maybe it was Isaev's influence. Maybe it was something else. Being given a second chance.
He checked his Mosin-Nagant, but didn't load the non-lethal rounds yet.
After all, it looked like there might be plenty of things out here besides Borishnakov that might need killing.
He stood back as Isaev made the assignments. Three Ocelots, all veterans by the look of them, moved off to find tree-perches. The others fell into a line, Charushkin at its lead, and Kassian following behind.
They moved out without further ceremony, heading for higher ground.