"Cuba?" muttered Ocelot, with an incredulous scowl and inward twist of his brows. "Why would anyone want to go to that hell hole?"
It didn't make sense to him, but then, he'd never considered anything beyond the Shagohod, and Sokolov's...
Ocelot's eyes narrowed.
"The plans," he declared in a low voice. "Granin's prototypes. The ones you dismissed," he added, with a glance at Volgin's monolithic visage.
He was frowning, almost endearingly, and Ocelot waited gamely for Volgin to join him in epiphanygrad.
The trains of thought might be slow to arrive, but they ran on time, and once they met their destination they pulled in full steam.
Ocelot however, found his impatience creeping upward, as more of the implications sunk in- exactly what Krauss was planning with the disillusioned engineer.
"Don't you see?" he exclaimed, eyes wide and affronted. "They're going to build his machines. They're going to build another Groznyj Grad out there in the fucking jungle."
They intended to give the Shagohod a run for its money.
Hah.
They intended to.
If they made it to Cuba.
Ocelot was beginning to feel a little solidarity welling up in his breast. They thought they could slip this victory out from under Volgin, from him? From this old whore Mother Russia?
Old whore she was, but she was their old whore. No one else was allowed to fuck her.
"Colonel," he said, "Let me take down Graniny-Gorki."
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Date: 2006-11-29 08:01 am (UTC)It didn't make sense to him, but then, he'd never considered anything beyond the Shagohod, and Sokolov's...
Ocelot's eyes narrowed.
"The plans," he declared in a low voice. "Granin's prototypes. The ones you dismissed," he added, with a glance at Volgin's monolithic visage.
He was frowning, almost endearingly, and Ocelot waited gamely for Volgin to join him in epiphanygrad.
The trains of thought might be slow to arrive, but they ran on time, and once they met their destination they pulled in full steam.
Ocelot however, found his impatience creeping upward, as more of the implications sunk in- exactly what Krauss was planning with the disillusioned engineer.
"Don't you see?" he exclaimed, eyes wide and affronted. "They're going to build his machines. They're going to build another Groznyj Grad out there in the fucking jungle."
They intended to give the Shagohod a run for its money.
Hah.
They intended to.
If they made it to Cuba.
Ocelot was beginning to feel a little solidarity welling up in his breast. They thought they could slip this victory out from under Volgin, from him? From this old whore Mother Russia?
Old whore she was, but she was their old whore. No one else was allowed to fuck her.
"Colonel," he said, "Let me take down Graniny-Gorki."