And here was Klim, leading the way, carrying his rifle while the Cyborgs dragged a pair of deer on a crude contraption.
She waved to catch Rudolf's eye. The man stepped out, spotted the hunters, and called back to the others and they trotted out to take over the rest of the work.
Klim grinned wryly. "Back safe and sound. No need to look so worried." But he looked beyond her, eyes narrowed.
She turned to look. "Lord Ignatov, welcome to Camp Mikhailov."
Not that he wasn't already two steps in and looking around.
Klim walked down a bit closer. "How you feeling, Inno?"
Innokenty snorted. "Better than you. You can't fool me, you know. Trusting Berezin. Haven't you noticed how many of the Oldest Mentalists have lost their power since that 'Organizaltional Meeting' of his? They call me paranoid, but it paid off this time. I brought my own red dyed vodka, my own glass. But you all drank his red dye."
Innokenty showed his teeth. "Plague my ass. I know how a real plague works. The loss of power isn't contagious. That toast was pure poison."