The Fury glared at the GRU soldiers for a long moment, still clutching the German as though he were a broken doll, limp and lifeless. “Yes.” He hissed finally. “I know what your orders are. Do you think I’m deaf, of just fucking stupid?”
He relinquished the lifeless Major to the officers, and watched with curiosity as they carried him away. His attention turned back to Volgin once the unconscious body was out of sight. “It is a very sad thing,” he spoke, “when you finally destroy what you hate most. I know you understand, Colonel.”
The destruction he spoke of was not literal -- Krauss would survive with nothing more serious than a slight concussion. The eccentric, scheming German had been brought to his knees, both literally and figuratively. His greenhouse lay in ruins, he was beaten, bloodied, and broken. Humiliated. Helpless. The look of complete and utter despair on his face before he passed out was satisfying.
“You’ll have your report first thing tomorrow morning.” The Fury promised, turning away from the Colonel. “I am finished here.” Without another word in regards to the burned greenhouse, the charred corpse, or the Major, he walked away.
When the cosmonaut was far enough from the group, he activated his jetpack, rose over the tree line, and disappeared into the night.
Io and Pasiphaë exchanged bewildered glances, but one look at Volgin was all it took to send the remaining flame patrol soldiers scattering into the pitch black woods.
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Date: 2007-01-26 09:21 pm (UTC)He relinquished the lifeless Major to the officers, and watched with curiosity as they carried him away. His attention turned back to Volgin once the unconscious body was out of sight. “It is a very sad thing,” he spoke, “when you finally destroy what you hate most. I know you understand, Colonel.”
The destruction he spoke of was not literal -- Krauss would survive with nothing more serious than a slight concussion. The eccentric, scheming German had been brought to his knees, both literally and figuratively. His greenhouse lay in ruins, he was beaten, bloodied, and broken. Humiliated. Helpless. The look of complete and utter despair on his face before he passed out was satisfying.
“You’ll have your report first thing tomorrow morning.” The Fury promised, turning away from the Colonel. “I am finished here.” Without another word in regards to the burned greenhouse, the charred corpse, or the Major, he walked away.
When the cosmonaut was far enough from the group, he activated his jetpack, rose over the tree line, and disappeared into the night.
Io and Pasiphaë exchanged bewildered glances, but one look at Volgin was all it took to send the remaining flame patrol soldiers scattering into the pitch black woods.