He stared at Yorick for a long moment, unimpressed bordering on confused. He thoughtfully removed the large Israeli industries semi-automatic pistol from its place at his thigh, and aimed it through the bars at Yorick's face. He seemed to be weighing something for a moment, before he swung around to Sam, taking his heel off the chair.
"Charming fellow you've got on your team. Good to know we've got one Chatty Cathy in the group. Anything to add, soldier?" he asked, absently folding his arms, gun still out, as casually as the cigarette.
Natalya was making eye contact with Petrenko- this was Petrenko, and god, had he looked like this, truly? She remembered him being old, but he couldn't have been more than 35. Old to a new recruit, then. They were both stony and tense but there was nothing they could do with the SAS and the Chechnan guard present. Not yet.
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:42 am (UTC)"Charming fellow you've got on your team. Good to know we've got one Chatty Cathy in the group. Anything to add, soldier?" he asked, absently folding his arms, gun still out, as casually as the cigarette.
Natalya was making eye contact with Petrenko- this was Petrenko, and god, had he looked like this, truly? She remembered him being old, but he couldn't have been more than 35. Old to a new recruit, then. They were both stony and tense but there was nothing they could do with the SAS and the Chechnan guard present. Not yet.