"I have no reason to lie about this," he said, indicating the corpse with a shooing wave of his gun and a curl of his lip.
"I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a fucking homocidal pervert."
Too late, Ocelot realized he'd categorically described more than one person in the room while willfully excluding himself.
He was blackly amused, on some level, that Volgin would almost certainly be less angry at him for committing sexual ritual murder on some hapless grunt, than for his singular drunken impulsive consensual indiscretion with the equally drunken Raikov.
Sure, Ocelot. Vivisect all the junior lieutenants you want. But don't park in my hangar, panyatna? That's reserved for the Shagohod. Heh.
Ocelot shook off his mind's unsettlingly convincing impersonation.
"The point is," he declared, "this is an unplanned, unintended action, by an unauthorized individual. Murder-for-pleasure has no place in the GRU."
...Unless you can justify it militarily, his mind added, making him smirk slightly.
He turned, sighing, thinking, head bowed, pressing the nose of the barrel against his brow. It left a pale white indentation when he pulled it away.
"We don't know who it is yet. Major Raikov needs to call for a base-wide head count, make sure everyone is accounted for."
He paused, eyes narrowing.
"As for the sick fuck who killed him...it could be anyone."
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"I have no reason to lie about this," he said, indicating the corpse with a shooing wave of his gun and a curl of his lip.
"I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a fucking homocidal pervert."
Too late, Ocelot realized he'd categorically described more than one person in the room while willfully excluding himself.
He was blackly amused, on some level, that Volgin would almost certainly be less angry at him for committing sexual ritual murder on some hapless grunt, than for his singular drunken impulsive consensual indiscretion with the equally drunken Raikov.
Sure, Ocelot. Vivisect all the junior lieutenants you want. But don't park in my hangar, panyatna? That's reserved for the Shagohod. Heh.
Ocelot shook off his mind's unsettlingly convincing impersonation.
"The point is," he declared, "this is an unplanned, unintended action, by an unauthorized individual. Murder-for-pleasure has no place in the GRU."
...Unless you can justify it militarily, his mind added, making him smirk slightly.
He turned, sighing, thinking, head bowed, pressing the nose of the barrel against his brow. It left a pale white indentation when he pulled it away.
"We don't know who it is yet. Major Raikov needs to call for a base-wide head count, make sure everyone is accounted for."
He paused, eyes narrowing.
"As for the sick fuck who killed him...it could be anyone."