"No, that's not - " he started, but then broke off.
He watched, incredulously, as Flame Patrol emerged from the darkness with a muttering and shell-shocked Krauss in tow. Then Volgin scowled as he noticed all the blood, both on Krauss, and the Fury's people.
Volgin looked at the Fury with a stone-set jaw. "I told you, he wasn't to be harmed," he growled, but he knew there was little the Fury could have done. Flame Patrol had been already been set out on their mission by the time Volgin had arrived. "Take him - "
His speech was interrupted yet again as Krauss stumbled, then collapsed. He frowned yet again as Krauss was saved from the ignominy of falling flat on his face by the Fury himself.
There was a strange sort of irony there, Volgin knew.
He let out a deep sigh, then pointed at one of the GRU soldiers who stood guard at the perimeter.
The man flinched, and drew back slightly. "Sir?"
"Make sure Major Krauss is brought to the infirmary, and tell Khostov to look him over before he deals with the body."
Volgin had little room for weakness, but he didn't know what had happened to Krauss, either. Perhaps Krasnogorje patrol had given him a good beating before bringing him back to the greenhouse. He wouldn't put it past them.
They were all cruel, vicious bastards, like a pack of starving dogs. Especially the woman. Volgin thought she was probably one of the worst of the lot.
She had the sort of scrappy edge to her that Volgin liked in a woman, but she was actual infantry, which made it different in Volgin's mind. He watched her for a few moments, remembering how she'd struck the other soldier.
Yes, she was interesting.
He turned to find the Fury's helmet pointed in his direction, as if the cosmonaut had been watching him.
"I want a report from your people on what happened," he told the cosmonaut. Volgin knew it was no use asking them directly. It was well known that they followed the orders of the Fury without question, and respected little else. Volgin could make them respect him, of course, but he didn't think it worth the effort, and there was still the Boss to consider. "And what Krauss did when they found him." He wondered what Krauss had been saying, as well. He did not speak German.
He sighed, and his monolithic shoulders slumped. What a day. He didn't even feel like electrocuting someone for the hell of it.
Soldiers hurried forward but then hesitated, looking at the Fury with nervous, furtive glances. "Sir, we're here to take Major Krauss to the infirmary," one of them ventured, apparently unwilling to just wade in and take the German from the cosmonaut's arms.
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Date: 2007-01-26 05:39 pm (UTC)"No, that's not - " he started, but then broke off.
He watched, incredulously, as Flame Patrol emerged from the darkness with a muttering and shell-shocked Krauss in tow. Then Volgin scowled as he noticed all the blood, both on Krauss, and the Fury's people.
Volgin looked at the Fury with a stone-set jaw. "I told you, he wasn't to be harmed," he growled, but he knew there was little the Fury could have done. Flame Patrol had been already been set out on their mission by the time Volgin had arrived. "Take him - "
His speech was interrupted yet again as Krauss stumbled, then collapsed. He frowned yet again as Krauss was saved from the ignominy of falling flat on his face by the Fury himself.
There was a strange sort of irony there, Volgin knew.
He let out a deep sigh, then pointed at one of the GRU soldiers who stood guard at the perimeter.
The man flinched, and drew back slightly. "Sir?"
"Make sure Major Krauss is brought to the infirmary, and tell Khostov to look him over before he deals with the body."
Volgin had little room for weakness, but he didn't know what had happened to Krauss, either. Perhaps Krasnogorje patrol had given him a good beating before bringing him back to the greenhouse. He wouldn't put it past them.
They were all cruel, vicious bastards, like a pack of starving dogs. Especially the woman. Volgin thought she was probably one of the worst of the lot.
She had the sort of scrappy edge to her that Volgin liked in a woman, but she was actual infantry, which made it different in Volgin's mind. He watched her for a few moments, remembering how she'd struck the other soldier.
Yes, she was interesting.
He turned to find the Fury's helmet pointed in his direction, as if the cosmonaut had been watching him.
"I want a report from your people on what happened," he told the cosmonaut. Volgin knew it was no use asking them directly. It was well known that they followed the orders of the Fury without question, and respected little else. Volgin could make them respect him, of course, but he didn't think it worth the effort, and there was still the Boss to consider. "And what Krauss did when they found him." He wondered what Krauss had been saying, as well. He did not speak German.
He sighed, and his monolithic shoulders slumped. What a day. He didn't even feel like electrocuting someone for the hell of it.
Soldiers hurried forward but then hesitated, looking at the Fury with nervous, furtive glances. "Sir, we're here to take Major Krauss to the infirmary," one of them ventured, apparently unwilling to just wade in and take the German from the cosmonaut's arms.