“You tremble like the last leaf of autumn.” The Fear hissed, raising his crossbow vertically and discharging the bolt in the ceiling. Scowling, he brushed away the white plaster that fell on the shoulder of his mottled jumpsuit.
The Fury stopped fiddling with his piece of machinery, and looked up. He stared for a long moment at the arrow lodged in the tile, mesmerized by it. “You put a fucking hole in my ceiling!”
“Goes nicely with the scorch marks.” The other Cobra retorted with a taunting grin, daring the cosmonaut to do something about it.
“That’s enough. Both of you.” The Joy glared at each of them in turn, then took her seat. She took a moment to compose herself, then looked up at Snake once more. “We were both sent here with a mission. You were to escort Nikolai Sokolov to the other side of the Iron Curtain.”
The cosmonaut turned, staring down at Snake from behind his helmet, incredulous. “Sokolov?”
“My mission here, that is a bit more complicated.” She looked away, searching for the right words. “I was given three main objectives: return the Philosopher’s Legacy to American hands, destroy the Shagohod, and eliminate the reaming soldiers of the Cobra Unit by any means necessary.”
The Pain looked away, obviously disturbed and injured by her words, but she sought out his hand, deliberately.
“It was nothing personal, my son. It was an order.”
Slowly, he Fury sat down beside the hornet keeper, and the Fear was next to follow, near the End.
“We’re still alive.” the cosmonaut muttered, unsure of what that meant, laying his gloved hands out on the table to be certain he was, indeed, still among the living. “Why?”
“An order I choose to disobey.” Voyevoda continued, shutting her eyes. For a moment, all she could see was the lifeless body of the Sorrow, the thick red blood pouring from him, diluted and muddled by the torrential rain. The raindrops hid her tears, that mournful day.
She looked to Snake, her pale blue eyes marked with desperation of a mother’s broken heart. “Jack…what do you see here, in this room?”
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Date: 2007-08-10 06:54 am (UTC)The Fury stopped fiddling with his piece of machinery, and looked up. He stared for a long moment at the arrow lodged in the tile, mesmerized by it. “You put a fucking hole in my ceiling!”
“Goes nicely with the scorch marks.” The other Cobra retorted with a taunting grin, daring the cosmonaut to do something about it.
“That’s enough. Both of you.” The Joy glared at each of them in turn, then took her seat. She took a moment to compose herself, then looked up at Snake once more. “We were both sent here with a mission. You were to escort Nikolai Sokolov to the other side of the Iron Curtain.”
The cosmonaut turned, staring down at Snake from behind his helmet, incredulous. “Sokolov?”
“My mission here, that is a bit more complicated.” She looked away, searching for the right words. “I was given three main objectives: return the Philosopher’s Legacy to American hands, destroy the Shagohod, and eliminate the reaming soldiers of the Cobra Unit by any means necessary.”
The Pain looked away, obviously disturbed and injured by her words, but she sought out his hand, deliberately.
“It was nothing personal, my son. It was an order.”
Slowly, he Fury sat down beside the hornet keeper, and the Fear was next to follow, near the End.
“We’re still alive.” the cosmonaut muttered, unsure of what that meant, laying his gloved hands out on the table to be certain he was, indeed, still among the living. “Why?”
“An order I choose to disobey.” Voyevoda continued, shutting her eyes. For a moment, all she could see was the lifeless body of the Sorrow, the thick red blood pouring from him, diluted and muddled by the torrential rain. The raindrops hid her tears, that mournful day.
She looked to Snake, her pale blue eyes marked with desperation of a mother’s broken heart. “Jack…what do you see here, in this room?”