Date: 2006-11-27 06:53 pm (UTC)
"Colonel!"

Ocelot's boots slapped rapidly on the linotile, punctuated by truncated chinks of his spurs.

He drew up, saluting sharply.

"I've recieved confirmation through CODEC, sir. The Ocelot Squad has apprehended your scientist. Mostly intact," he added, with a smirk. "They need a helicopter transport to bring him back to base. One of Krauss's little lizards shattered his leg with a love bite."

He flinched distastefully.

"According to Charushkin, it's compound."

He glanced at the Fury, and back up to the Colonel, who stood mildly by like a towering monument to The Glory of Work. Legs apart, jaw set and lifted. He doubted it was even conscious.

"I apologize for the interruption," he averred, crossing his arms.
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