Not even John Pershing? Polar Bear? [he snorts, staying moving, slowly and deliberately with the practice of someone who's been at gunpoint because of their own stupidity (and in general) many, many times before.

vasiliy isn't wrong; he did consider throwing the vase.] Recon, whatever. Nighttime neighborhood watch? Whatever sounds more believable.

[god, he's not even trying anymore. archer burps into his fist, looking back over at vasiliy.]

Oh, yeah, and you don't just call the police anyway? Bullshit. Jesus, were you Russian police? Do you know how many goddamn times they've pulled that shit on me?