The Cobras seemed to have forgotten he was there, but he couldn't fault them much. His mind kept wandering back to that night.
It was hard to get used to the idea. The mysterious ADAM had been Ocelot all along. Probably had as many names as he had faces. Like that look of shock trampling across the fine, sharp features, until the customary chill calculation shut them down again. Slowly, deliberately licking his lips.
In any case, it was interesting that Snake knew something the Cobras - some of them, at least - didn't.
"So we're on our own." Snake made it half a question. That was what 'no side' tended to mean, in his experience. It wasn't a good place to be.
"The...Philosopher's Legacy," Snake said. "You've said that before."
Which brought him to other unanswered questions. He was tired of diving in blind.
Liking what The Boss said was no prerequisite to doing it, but unthinking obedience wasn't going to do any of them any good.
"I haven't found anything on Sokolov. Not even a location."
Of course, that might be for the better. If they weren't planning on handing Sokolov over, having him already alongside would make things difficult. But that wasn't the point.
Snake shook his head like a grizzled bulldog coaxing a fly out of its ear.
"Boss. I can't keep this up forever. I've got no cover but your word. People are already asking questions. It's only held up this long because there's more important things going on."
The long, level looks the investigators had given him had practically said as much. The sleek MVD in particular had a smile that said Uncle, if I felt like it I could lift a finger and have you fucked six ways from vosskresseniye, and aren't you lucky I don't?
"Right now, Colonel Volgin's got too much in front of him to waste time worrying about me, but if he's got any sense at all, before the Shagohod rolls out, that'll change. Playing dumb won't cover all the cracks."
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Date: 2007-08-12 06:31 am (UTC)The Cobras seemed to have forgotten he was there, but he couldn't fault them much. His mind kept wandering back to that night.
It was hard to get used to the idea. The mysterious ADAM had been Ocelot all along. Probably had as many names as he had faces. Like that look of shock trampling across the fine, sharp features, until the customary chill calculation shut them down again. Slowly, deliberately licking his lips.
In any case, it was interesting that Snake knew something the Cobras - some of them, at least - didn't.
"So we're on our own." Snake made it half a question. That was what 'no side' tended to mean, in his experience. It wasn't a good place to be.
"The...Philosopher's Legacy," Snake said. "You've said that before."
Which brought him to other unanswered questions. He was tired of diving in blind.
Liking what The Boss said was no prerequisite to doing it, but unthinking obedience wasn't going to do any of them any good.
"I haven't found anything on Sokolov. Not even a location."
Of course, that might be for the better. If they weren't planning on handing Sokolov over, having him already alongside would make things difficult. But that wasn't the point.
Snake shook his head like a grizzled bulldog coaxing a fly out of its ear.
"Boss. I can't keep this up forever. I've got no cover but your word. People are already asking questions. It's only held up this long because there's more important things going on."
The long, level looks the investigators had given him had practically said as much. The sleek MVD in particular had a smile that said Uncle, if I felt like it I could lift a finger and have you fucked six ways from vosskresseniye, and aren't you lucky I don't?
"Right now, Colonel Volgin's got too much in front of him to waste time worrying about me, but if he's got any sense at all, before the Shagohod rolls out, that'll change. Playing dumb won't cover all the cracks."