Kassian snorted at Isaev's teasing. The bastard was shameless, no two ways about it, but then again, Kassian liked that about him.
He gave Isaev as companionable elbow in the ribs before the lieutenant turned to issue orders to the squad.
"Hey, Charushkin can find out," one of the Ocelots said with a laugh. "He's good at sneaking around and poking his nose where it doesn't belong."
The others laughed, and Kassian thought he saw Charushkin blush.
Kassian decided he had better start learning all their names instead of just ignoring them.
It looked like he was going to be a real part of this squad now, in spite of his earlier misgivings. It was not what he had wanted going in, but felt pretty sure it was what he wanted now.
The squad busied themselves with rigging stretchers for both injured scientist and dead crocodile. By the time the steady whir of the helicopter's rotors baffled the air, they had rolled the crocodile's body into the sling and gotten the scientist secured and ready to transport.
The helicopter flew over their position and eventually touched down on a flat spot near where the terrain turned more clifflike.
The Ocelots picked up their burdens and moved out to meet up with the helicopter. Those unfortunate enough to draw crocodile duty huffed under the encumbrance.
"Yei bogu, Borishnakov," someone groused. "This thing is heavy."
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Date: 2006-11-28 04:14 am (UTC)He gave Isaev as companionable elbow in the ribs before the lieutenant turned to issue orders to the squad.
"Hey, Charushkin can find out," one of the Ocelots said with a laugh. "He's good at sneaking around and poking his nose where it doesn't belong."
The others laughed, and Kassian thought he saw Charushkin blush.
Kassian decided he had better start learning all their names instead of just ignoring them.
It looked like he was going to be a real part of this squad now, in spite of his earlier misgivings. It was not what he had wanted going in, but felt pretty sure it was what he wanted now.
The squad busied themselves with rigging stretchers for both injured scientist and dead crocodile. By the time the steady whir of the helicopter's rotors baffled the air, they had rolled the crocodile's body into the sling and gotten the scientist secured and ready to transport.
The helicopter flew over their position and eventually touched down on a flat spot near where the terrain turned more clifflike.
The Ocelots picked up their burdens and moved out to meet up with the helicopter. Those unfortunate enough to draw crocodile duty huffed under the encumbrance.
"Yei bogu, Borishnakov," someone groused. "This thing is heavy."