[ Vasiliy furrows his brow. At this rate they're never going to get the door open. ]
No. I am EMT.
[ There's an irony to the fact that he's speaking the truth—just not for the ascribed reasons. Somebody like him had reason to carry a gun, not use it: more than anything, it was a prop, something for him to relinquish and disassemble on the interrogation table to make a point of being different from whoever had beaten or pressed the same prisoner before his arrival.
There was never any real risk to letting it leave his close possession, of course. None of those people would dare shoot an officer, halted as they were by the knowledge that it wouldn't mean their swift death but their torture. ]
I lived in Chicago and St. Petersburg. There is a lot of mugging.
no subject
No. I am EMT.
[ There's an irony to the fact that he's speaking the truth—just not for the ascribed reasons. Somebody like him had reason to carry a gun, not use it: more than anything, it was a prop, something for him to relinquish and disassemble on the interrogation table to make a point of being different from whoever had beaten or pressed the same prisoner before his arrival.
There was never any real risk to letting it leave his close possession, of course. None of those people would dare shoot an officer, halted as they were by the knowledge that it wouldn't mean their swift death but their torture. ]
I lived in Chicago and St. Petersburg. There is a lot of mugging.