It was only natural that all the noise would draw attention from his new Unit, and Vladislav froze when he saw them spread out in the direction he had just come from.
Someone needed to take care of the scientist, but he didn't think his new comrades would be very tolerant of him making any sudden movements. For some reason he had the feeling they'd take it as an insult if he decided that, rather than pay attention to the Ocelots, he decided to check up on the scientist; whose arm was still quite firmly in the dead, toothy grip of the crocodiles massive jaws.
The newest of the Ocelots carefully controlled the expression on his face as he mentally worked through the tangled, mental knots of his current situation.
He had known that they were going to find him when he went towards the sound of the screams, and even if by chance they had missed the high-pitched shriek, the sounds of gun-fire would've brought them running regardless.
However, there hadn't been any other acceptable options. He knew he would never have been able to just ignore the wordless call for help, and there was no way he'd let the crocodile eat someone.
Vladya had a very focused look in his eyes as he stared intently at the group, looking at everyone and no one while he finished his deliberations. He broke off his gaze and physically turned his head to regard the scientist, a silent, subtle suggestion, perhaps even a pleading request, that someone should do something about the bleeding, obviously delirious scientist who was quickly losing consciousness as well as his voice.
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Date: 2006-11-27 12:50 am (UTC)Someone needed to take care of the scientist, but he didn't think his new comrades would be very tolerant of him making any sudden movements. For some reason he had the feeling they'd take it as an insult if he decided that, rather than pay attention to the Ocelots, he decided to check up on the scientist; whose arm was still quite firmly in the dead, toothy grip of the crocodiles massive jaws.
The newest of the Ocelots carefully controlled the expression on his face as he mentally worked through the tangled, mental knots of his current situation.
He had known that they were going to find him when he went towards the sound of the screams, and even if by chance they had missed the high-pitched shriek, the sounds of gun-fire would've brought them running regardless.
However, there hadn't been any other acceptable options. He knew he would never have been able to just ignore the wordless call for help, and there was no way he'd let the crocodile eat someone.
Vladya had a very focused look in his eyes as he stared intently at the group, looking at everyone and no one while he finished his deliberations. He broke off his gaze and physically turned his head to regard the scientist, a silent, subtle suggestion, perhaps even a pleading request, that someone should do something about the bleeding, obviously delirious scientist who was quickly losing consciousness as well as his voice.