"I agree," Volgin said, after a moment. "I don't think Krauss did this."
Volgin was fairly certain of it. Krauss might have his own schemes, and a shriveled black heart beating under his chest, but he was not capable of something this...overt.
He imagined that if Krauss ever killed anyone, the German would dump the body quietly, as Ocelot hypothesized, or would chop it up and run the parts through a meat grinder for use as fertilizer for his plants.
Or perhaps he would simply have his cook make him Leberwurst instead.
Volgin's lip curled.
"But he does need to be questioned. Perhaps he saw something, or knows the person who did it. I will interrogate him, when he is found. But until then," he said, and raised a finger in the Fury's direction, "he is not to be harmed. This - " and he gestured around at the ruin of the greenhouse - "makes things even between you."
He imagined the Fury's sharp and defiant gaze upon him, underneath the helmet, but only gave the cosmonaut a small nod, and turned back to Ivan and Ocelot. "Very well. Is everyone clear on what needs to happen now? Do a head count, and find out who is missing. Bring Krauss to me. Question those on duty and see if anyone saw anything."
Volgin scowled. What a way to ruin a perfectly good evening.
"I'll make it up to you later," he told Ivan, in an undertone, and with a brief leer.
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Volgin was fairly certain of it. Krauss might have his own schemes, and a shriveled black heart beating under his chest, but he was not capable of something this...overt.
He imagined that if Krauss ever killed anyone, the German would dump the body quietly, as Ocelot hypothesized, or would chop it up and run the parts through a meat grinder for use as fertilizer for his plants.
Or perhaps he would simply have his cook make him Leberwurst instead.
Volgin's lip curled.
"But he does need to be questioned. Perhaps he saw something, or knows the person who did it. I will interrogate him, when he is found. But until then," he said, and raised a finger in the Fury's direction, "he is not to be harmed. This - " and he gestured around at the ruin of the greenhouse - "makes things even between you."
He imagined the Fury's sharp and defiant gaze upon him, underneath the helmet, but only gave the cosmonaut a small nod, and turned back to Ivan and Ocelot. "Very well. Is everyone clear on what needs to happen now? Do a head count, and find out who is missing. Bring Krauss to me. Question those on duty and see if anyone saw anything."
Volgin scowled. What a way to ruin a perfectly good evening.
"I'll make it up to you later," he told Ivan, in an undertone, and with a brief leer.