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28 July 2007 @ 01:51 pm
More Ripples [February 18, 1964, 11:45 pm]  
Kassian paused, and turned to look at Ocelot for a moment, brow creasing lightly.

The Major had apologized for misjudging him, though Kassian hadn't been aware of any bias. Ocelot had treated him equitably enough in the weeks he'd been here, and hadn't singled him out overly, at least not any more than he would expect, as new blood.

But apparently Ocelot felt like an apology was necessary.

Kassian nodded in silent acknowledgment.

He was not the sort of man who threw gestures back in someone's face, regardless if he thought they were warranted.

Kassian turned back to the ruined cartridge then. "You're right, Major. Which is why I thought it was a matter of ego. He did this on purpose, to demoralize. He must not have known the Colonel had a decoy. The Colonel could go into hiding, and pretend the attempt was successful, if he wanted, while someone tried to find out who did this."

The answer to that question was clearly none of Kassian's concern. He supposed a man like Volgin could have any number of enemies in the government, but Kassian never paid attention to things like that.

He adjusted the strap of the Mosin-Nagant he carried on his back. "Major, I'd like to request to be released from bodyguard detail, at least for a few days. If the sniper is still around, either to take down secondary targets or to finish the job if he realizes it wasn't Volgin, you'll need me up there."

Kassian tilted his chin in the direction of the the window, toward the rooftops outside.
 
 
 
Adamskamajor_ocelot_2u on August 1st, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
Ocelot gave him a pointed look.

"Captain, Thunderbolt will always be a lightning rod. No pun intended. He has his own agenda, and people are starting to suspect that. He wants to rule the world, Irinarhov. More so, he plans to. If they ever fully realize what Volgin's doing out here, he's going to become a liability to Moscow, or a threat. He's a rogue faction to begin with, and Groznyj Grad has given him his own stronghold."

He paused. "As for protecting him. We'll just have to do the best we can."

Ocelot quickly checked his makarov, and sent it spinning aroun his hand at a dizzying speed.

He caught it again, checked it and angled it at Kassian.

"Kill the sniper," he said, quietly. "Then we'll deal with the rest."
Kassian Irinarhovcapt_kasya on August 2nd, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
"Yes, Major," Kassian said, with a short, crisp nod.

He turned to the window, staring out again, as if he could sense his rival somewhere out there in the darkness.

In truth, he took the time to compose himself as he thought about what Ocelot had just told him. His mind balked at first. Surely Ocelot didn't mean that Volgin literally wanted to rule the world. That ventured into territory like Stalin.

Like Hitler.

As much as he abhorred politics and everything to do with them, Kassian found the idea of the Colonel's alleged political agenda highly disturbing.

It wasn't his concern, he told himself. He was just a soldier. All he needed to do was follow orders, not look at the bigger picture.

Kill the sniper, Ocelot said. He could do that.

Not that the sniper would still be on-base. Most likely, he would have retreated to wherever he had camped. Maybe in the lowlands, or perhaps in the surrounding caves, like where they'd discovered the second body.

Dangerous territory. Places where he didn't know.

Volgin's political agenda sat conspicuously in the back of his mind, like an elephant in the the corner. But for now, he tried to ignore it, and focused on his orders.

Kassian frowned, turning away from the window to look back at Ocelot. "Major...Lieutenant Isaev told me that he had conducted a survey of the pools and caves around Groznyj Grad. His assistance would be invaluable when I go off-base to look for the sniper."

Not that he wanted to drag Isaev into danger, but it might give him the edge he needed, especially if he was right and there wasn't just one sniper out there, but rather, two.
Adamskamajor_ocelot_2u on August 2nd, 2007 08:11 am (UTC)
Ocelot nodded readily.

"Whatever you need, Captain, to track this fuck. If Isaev will help you, he's all yours."

He holstered his gun again, shooting a smirk in Irinarhov's direction.

"Unless you'd rather have Imanov back."
Kassian Irinarhovcapt_kasya on August 2nd, 2007 04:51 pm (UTC)
Kassian shook his head.

"No, Major. I need someone as stealthy as I am, if not moreso, and that's Isaev's specialty. No disrespect to Imanov."

It was true, but also not the only reason.

Imanov moved with relative stealth, and these past few days of MENT duty had shown that they could work together, if necessary. But the underlying tension between them would never make partnership easy, or implicit.

And to go after another sniper, Kassian would either go alone, or with someone he trusted to listen to his instructions without question, and to not get himself killed through recklessness. Imanov was neither of those. Isaev was.

"I'll talk to him about it. If we're of the same mind, I'll take him. Otherwise, I'll go alone."

Kassian stepped back. "Thank you. I'll let you know."

He paused at the door, and turned back to gesture at the window.

"You probably should keep a low profile yourself, Major. You might be a target too," he said, then left.