"No," said Ocelot, firmly. "The rest can go. He stays."
He doubted the Fury was being conniving by trying to send Irinarhov away. The cosmonaut had looked disgruntled at the mere idea of a sniper in his midst, and in all probability was merely wanting the source of his anxiety removed.
All the same, Ocelot knew better than to accept a stacked deck from a self-admitted lunatic.
"I might have been born yesterday," he said, with a crisp smile, "but don't mistake my youthful good looks for reckless idiocy."
Normally he would have bristled at the idea of an escort, but Irinarhov was stoic and somber as a statue brought to life in a folk tale. He registered more as sidearm then nursemaid. Not unlike Ocelot's own guns, or a quiet and protective mastiff.
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Date: 2007-01-01 11:17 am (UTC)He doubted the Fury was being conniving by trying to send Irinarhov away. The cosmonaut had looked disgruntled at the mere idea of a sniper in his midst, and in all probability was merely wanting the source of his anxiety removed.
All the same, Ocelot knew better than to accept a stacked deck from a self-admitted lunatic.
"I might have been born yesterday," he said, with a crisp smile, "but don't mistake my youthful good looks for reckless idiocy."
Normally he would have bristled at the idea of an escort, but Irinarhov was stoic and somber as a statue brought to life in a folk tale. He registered more as sidearm then nursemaid. Not unlike Ocelot's own guns, or a quiet and protective mastiff.