Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 18, 2007 16:51:47 GMT -5
Ivan snags one of Priz's cleaned weapons, and aims it at Lachryma.
"I may just be a young resident with a receding hair line and bad eyesight, but I know how to fire a weapon, and I'd appreciate if you didn't compromise my brother's health like that anymore!" Ivan said, placing his finger over the trigger. "That means no more nudging the injured Russian with your feet! Now get moving! Priz, help me load him up."
Ivan flipped on the safety on the handgun, and tucked it in his pants. "I'm sorry about that, I guess I have a bit more of my father's temper than I'd like to let on."
"I may just be a young resident with a receding hair line and bad eyesight, but I know how to fire a weapon, and I'd appreciate if you didn't compromise my brother's health like that anymore!" Ivan said, placing his finger over the trigger. "That means no more nudging the injured Russian with your feet! Now get moving! Priz, help me load him up."
Ivan flipped on the safety on the handgun, and tucked it in his pants. "I'm sorry about that, I guess I have a bit more of my father's temper than I'd like to let on."