Raikov merely smiled at comments of The Fury's lunatic squad. Lunacy seemed to make them forget that he was not incapable of reading (what remained of) their lips, and had partially earned his rank.
The murder was enough not to have it linger for long. The whole affair looked distastefully planned. The very definition of murder, he supposed, but that made it sicker than merely killing. Killing did not leave patterns to have a squad-and-a-half of soldiers to brainpick at; it was erratic and organic.
Not Raikov's particular interest himself, but he had admired the Colonel's handiwork on occasion.
"Colonel," Raikov said pleasantly, "perhaps our Major Krauss would be more inclined to talk without being force-fed napalm and set on fire... which I hear our comrade Savitskiy excels at."
He was fully confident that Volgin could finish off The Fury, despite what plastic protection his suit provided, if he suddenly felt the need to set something on fire.
He chanced a glance at Ocelot carefully, seeking some kind of back-up on his point: the sooner they could exclude everyone in the Major class, the more authorised hands there would be to conduct the investigation.
... And so he and the Colonel could get back to his room.
Although the sight of the dismembered genitalia had somewhat killed his mood.
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Date: 2007-01-24 08:20 pm (UTC)The murder was enough not to have it linger for long. The whole affair looked distastefully planned. The very definition of murder, he supposed, but that made it sicker than merely killing. Killing did not leave patterns to have a squad-and-a-half of soldiers to brainpick at; it was erratic and organic.
Not Raikov's particular interest himself, but he had admired the Colonel's handiwork on occasion.
"Colonel," Raikov said pleasantly, "perhaps our Major Krauss would be more inclined to talk without being force-fed napalm and set on fire... which I hear our comrade Savitskiy excels at."
He was fully confident that Volgin could finish off The Fury, despite what plastic protection his suit provided, if he suddenly felt the need to set something on fire.
He chanced a glance at Ocelot carefully, seeking some kind of back-up on his point: the sooner they could exclude everyone in the Major class, the more authorised hands there would be to conduct the investigation.
... And so he and the Colonel could get back to his room.
Although the sight of the dismembered genitalia had somewhat killed his mood.