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[remarkablyblunt]

[private to Krycek]

Mr. Krycek? You're the one who's been inquiring after weapons, are you not?


[private to Sexby; added later]

Some news, Mr. Sexby! Your mysterious Mr. Arntzen is an inmate by the name of Alex Krycek, though he may claim to be a warden. He's also rather a truculent fellow.

Comments

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

We're wardens. I need something to protect myself against inmates.

I've heard about the riot. I don't want to wind up in that position.

[remarkablyblunt]

Cards on the table, Mr. Krycek. You're not really a warden, are you? If you want my help you'll have to be straight with me.

1/2

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

2/2

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Maybe I don't need your help in that case, Tommy.

[remarkablyblunt]

Then I can assure you, you'll never get what you're looking for. You certainly can't expect to get something without giving something.

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

I can find my own way.

Thanks all the same.

[remarkablyblunt]

Very well, then.

One question though, just to satisfy my curiosity. Are you really Russian?

GOD, YOU'RE LIKE THE 3RD PERSON TO BRING IT UP WITH HIM IN 24 HOURS, TOMMY. :[

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

You know, that seems to be the million dollar question.

Tommy fears your Russianness, Krycek D:

[remarkablyblunt]

Oh?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

I think we're done here.

[remarkablyblunt]

Is admitting your nationality really as bad as all that?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

No. But the sudden interest in it has me curious as to what exactly you're after.

But fine, I'll answer your question. No, I'm not Russian. Does that satisfy the curiosity?

[remarkablyblunt]

I wish to know whether or not you're Russian.

So yes, I suppose that does satisfy my curiosity.

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. Now you know.

Later, Tommy.

[remarkablyblunt]

No, hang on a tick, if you're not Russian, where are you from?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Outer space.

[remarkablyblunt]

Come now, old chap.

Here, I'll go first: I'm British.

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Kiss my ass.

I'm not answering anymore of your questions unless you tell me exactly why you need them. I highly doubt you're writing a biography.

[remarkablyblunt]

No thank you!

I'm trying to conduct a conversation, old bean. If it's that important to keep your nationality secret, we can talk about anything else you like. I'm not picky!

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

No, you know what? Fine. My nationality is really so important?

It is Russian.

Now tell me what the hell that affects.

[remarkablyblunt]

Nothing at all.

Though Russians do have a habit of kidnapping me and locking me in small rooms...

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

[remarkablyblunt]

None at all!

Have you been here long, Mr. Krycek?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[remarkablyblunt]

I've only been here about a month, myself. I don't believe I've seen you around.

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Guess you'll have to look harder to see me.

[remarkablyblunt]

I suppose I shall! I certainly hope we're able to meet in person some day soon!

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged.

[remarkablyblunt]

I look forward to it! Though how will I know it's you?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

I'll wear a name tag.

[remarkablyblunt]

Smashing!