“Very well then.” The Major nodded briskly, turned, and motioned for Snake to follow. “There are showers available to you not far from the barracks that will house you. I trust you will be able to find your way from there. The last building in the row.” Krauss hesitated, before continuing. “You can’t miss it. I will depart once I show you around. I sincerely hope you will not require my assistance in the showers, but if so, you can find me in my office in the East Wing of the main building.”
As they walked on, he mused on how it was all like that for a reason housing arrangements and such -- to keep the Cobra Unit as far away as possible from the other soldiers.
Particularly the Ocelot Unit, a favorite target. In the last month alone, two men had died by fire, one by poisoned arrow, and three by livid hornets.
Poor bastards, anyway.
And on that note cast an amused glance to Snake, as they walked on in silence.
The night patrol was just starting to emerge for the evening as the stars came out, and he waved away their salutes and greetings as they slowly, grudgingly made their way to their posts.
If it was one thing Krauss hated, it was silence, punctuated only by their boot clicks on the concrete.
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Date: 2006-10-04 05:11 am (UTC)As they walked on, he mused on how it was all like that for a reason housing arrangements and such -- to keep the Cobra Unit as far away as possible from the other soldiers.
Particularly the Ocelot Unit, a favorite target. In the last month alone, two men had died by fire, one by poisoned arrow, and three by livid hornets.
Poor bastards, anyway.
And on that note cast an amused glance to Snake, as they walked on in silence.
The night patrol was just starting to emerge for the evening as the stars came out, and he waved away their salutes and greetings as they slowly, grudgingly made their way to their posts.
If it was one thing Krauss hated, it was silence, punctuated only by their boot clicks on the concrete.
“So… the lady. Is she available?”