Ocelot's eyes widened at the sight of the crocodile, briefly and then he looked at Borishnakov.
"You did this?"
Before Borishnakov could answer, Andrei interjected.
"Sir, the Lieutenant noted some non-personnel track this morning before duty commenced, and followed it, assuming it was a...scientific defector. He came across this gavial with the missing scientist in its jaws, and shot to kill."
He paused, letting Ocelot look the animal over.
"The man will be all right, and we thought perhaps the crocodile could be tomorrow's solyanka. Since we have her, and Charushkin can cook." He grinned.
Then he turned to look at Borishnakov, remembering that Ocelot would be looking to come down on the AWOL Ocelot like a ton of bricks.
"So Major, Lt. Borishnakov is not guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer, but merely overzealous judgment in the commission of those duties. He is duly apologetic, and meant only to prove himself a valuable asset to his new squad."
Ocelot tilted his head, smirking.
"Well, then we'll skip the brig, in light of this lesser offense." He scowled at Borishnakov sidewise. "It was still an inconvenience. But a few hours of desk duty should teach you a lesson. Assigned to the East Wing as Major Raikov's personal assistant, that is."
Isaev grinned and cringed, as did Charushkin, and he thought even Irinarhov shot him a wry crinkle of his eyes that suggested amusement.
It could have been much worse, but an afternoon in Raikov's company could prove plenty harrowing. Many of them had been there.
Ocelot's eyes slatted coolly as he cocked the gun in his hand and spun it.
"Nice lizard," he added. "Haul it out of here. I don't want to see it again in this form."
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"You did this?"
Before Borishnakov could answer, Andrei interjected.
"Sir, the Lieutenant noted some non-personnel track this morning before duty commenced, and followed it, assuming it was a...scientific defector. He came across this gavial with the missing scientist in its jaws, and shot to kill."
He paused, letting Ocelot look the animal over.
"The man will be all right, and we thought perhaps the crocodile could be tomorrow's solyanka. Since we have her, and Charushkin can cook." He grinned.
Then he turned to look at Borishnakov, remembering that Ocelot would be looking to come down on the AWOL Ocelot like a ton of bricks.
"So Major, Lt. Borishnakov is not guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer, but merely overzealous judgment in the commission of those duties. He is duly apologetic, and meant only to prove himself a valuable asset to his new squad."
Ocelot tilted his head, smirking.
"Well, then we'll skip the brig, in light of this lesser offense." He scowled at Borishnakov sidewise. "It was still an inconvenience. But a few hours of desk duty should teach you a lesson. Assigned to the East Wing as Major Raikov's personal assistant, that is."
Isaev grinned and cringed, as did Charushkin, and he thought even Irinarhov shot him a wry crinkle of his eyes that suggested amusement.
It could have been much worse, but an afternoon in Raikov's company could prove plenty harrowing. Many of them had been there.
Ocelot's eyes slatted coolly as he cocked the gun in his hand and spun it.
"Nice lizard," he added. "Haul it out of here. I don't want to see it again in this form."