"No," Ocelot saicd obscurely, averting his gaze. "The explosion was...something else. The Fury had a bone to pick with him."

He frowned.

"Still," he said. "I don't exactly know who else would be sick enough to pull something like this."

A click, dry firing his Makarov.

"Liadov- the MVD MENT- he thinks it might be the American."

Ocelot paused, then let the word curl from his lips.

"...Snake."