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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

[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!