Volgin still looked irked, and Ocelot mentally cursed himself for assuming the Colonel knew anything about the supremely stupid thing he'd done the night before.
Too bad it had seemed like such a good idea to his body.
Not like Raikov had any soft thoughts about him, anyway. It had been physical, and he'd probably been thinking about the Colonel the whole time anyway.
Ocelot scowled, but smoothed his face into an officer's alignment once more.
"Colonel," he said. "Permission to investigate the weapons hangar after I do so." He paused. "I don't trust that Snake she's brought along one bit. Nor that woman you're bedding, either."
Fucking possible enemies was one thing, but Ocelot knew that Volgin, like himself, was a pragmatist. The Shagohod must be protected at all costs.
Ocelot had no mission now but his own. And he hadn't decided exactly where the chips would fall yet.
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Date: 2006-11-27 10:50 pm (UTC)Too bad it had seemed like such a good idea to his body.
Not like Raikov had any soft thoughts about him, anyway. It had been physical, and he'd probably been thinking about the Colonel the whole time anyway.
Ocelot scowled, but smoothed his face into an officer's alignment once more.
"Colonel," he said. "Permission to investigate the weapons hangar after I do so." He paused. "I don't trust that Snake she's brought along one bit. Nor that woman you're bedding, either."
Fucking possible enemies was one thing, but Ocelot knew that Volgin, like himself, was a pragmatist. The Shagohod must be protected at all costs.
Ocelot had no mission now but his own. And he hadn't decided exactly where the chips would fall yet.
Best to maintain the staus quo.