"Colonel," Ocelot said firmly, meeting the eyes of the giant man without hesitation. "I know the Major is an old friend, but old friends are just new enemies waiting in the wings."
He shook his head, scowling, ticking his gun back and forth in his hand as he ruminated, trying to find a way to explain the unsettling feeling he had about the whole Granin idea.
He had started pacing, as he thought, and he finally looked up, raising his hands in frustration.
"I don't know, sir. I can't put my finger on it. But I know enough not to ever trust a German, especially not an ex Reich officer."
Ocelot shook his head.
He'd always liked Krauss, as a comrade. It was unfortunate that he might be running his own program.
He almost hoped it wasn't true. Good comrades were hard to come by, and the Major class didn't need any more dwindling.
A self-mocking smirk threatened to bloom and was suppressed as quickly.
The last thing he needed was more rarified air in the company of Raikov.
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Date: 2006-11-30 02:52 am (UTC)He shook his head, scowling, ticking his gun back and forth in his hand as he ruminated, trying to find a way to explain the unsettling feeling he had about the whole Granin idea.
He had started pacing, as he thought, and he finally looked up, raising his hands in frustration.
"I don't know, sir. I can't put my finger on it. But I know enough not to ever trust a German, especially not an ex Reich officer."
Ocelot shook his head.
He'd always liked Krauss, as a comrade. It was unfortunate that he might be running his own program.
He almost hoped it wasn't true. Good comrades were hard to come by, and the Major class didn't need any more dwindling.
A self-mocking smirk threatened to bloom and was suppressed as quickly.
The last thing he needed was more rarified air in the company of Raikov.