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Snake and Vadim sat in Snake’s cabin where they toasted a good day’s work.
The get-away had been simple. The men had parted ways and taken opposite stairways to Snake’s room. They entered just as the ship’s first blast occurred.
“Shit,” Snake said as he smiled broadly, “that was the easiest hit I’ve ever done. No muss, no fuss, just a quick toss and that’s it.” He clinked glasses with Vadim, who gave him a wicked grin as Vadim noted the vodka bottle on the desk. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.
The Russian downed his drink and said in a pleased voice, “Told you, man. You stick with me and I’ll teach you that killing is never work. It’s a pleasure. It fills a need we both have. All you gotta do is think about it before hand and plan so there’s no mess-ups.” Vadim smiled as he reached for the vodka bottle.
Snake considered an angry retort, but held it in. They still had a few more days together. “Dude, let’s do a shot each time the bell sounds and the whistle blows, and a double shot each time we hear them say ‘Oscar.’ It’ll be a reason for us to reward ourselves with a drink,” he suggested. “After all, we’ve earned it.”
Vadim threw back his head and laughed, “Comrade, you ain’t got enough vodka for that. My shots are this big,” he said as he held out a water glass.
“Ah, you don’t know that, Vadim. I got my own private storage...”
The Russian looked at him through his little squinty pig eyes and said, “Humph, I may like you after all...”