"Yes, Major," the Ocelots said, saluting. A group of them moved forward to wrangle the crocodile in the direction of the mess hall. Charushkin went with them.
As the group began to break up, Kassian turned to Isaev. "Good call," he murmured, shifting his gaze to Borishnakov for a moment.
Even though he'd been irritated at Borishnakov earlier, Kassian thought that if the junior lieutenant had the presence of mind to shoot a rampaging crocodile, he probably would find the stones to continue with the Ocelots.
Sure, it had been a mistake, but maybe Borishnakov had learned his lesson.
After all, Kassian was a firm believer in second chances.
"What now?" he asked Isaev. He still did not have the squad's routine down, and besides, the search for Borishnakov had neatly broken it. It was probably too late to deal with the medical procedures. That could be handled tomorrow.
Ocelot seemed disinclined to issue orders, but instead twirled his guns and looked contemplative.
Kassian regarded Isaev's youthful, well-cut features and watched those reflective, pale eyes. "Any more accessory extractions on the itinerary today?"
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:07 am (UTC)As the group began to break up, Kassian turned to Isaev. "Good call," he murmured, shifting his gaze to Borishnakov for a moment.
Even though he'd been irritated at Borishnakov earlier, Kassian thought that if the junior lieutenant had the presence of mind to shoot a rampaging crocodile, he probably would find the stones to continue with the Ocelots.
Sure, it had been a mistake, but maybe Borishnakov had learned his lesson.
After all, Kassian was a firm believer in second chances.
"What now?" he asked Isaev. He still did not have the squad's routine down, and besides, the search for Borishnakov had neatly broken it. It was probably too late to deal with the medical procedures. That could be handled tomorrow.
Ocelot seemed disinclined to issue orders, but instead twirled his guns and looked contemplative.
Kassian regarded Isaev's youthful, well-cut features and watched those reflective, pale eyes. "Any more accessory extractions on the itinerary today?"