Traitors Unite

[unsurpassedjoy.livejournal.com]

The question Snake had asked, while not a particularly unusual or vague question was somewhat difficult to answer. She couldn't tell him about the philosophers, and their connection through that now divided organization. And she doubted that he would accept it if she said she had never met the man, either. It wouldn't make sense, after all, to defect and head right to the base of someone she had never met, taking two nuclear weapons with her.

"We've never met officially or formally. It's hard to remember those things in the middle of a firefight." Voyevoda had, in fact, been on the same battlefield as Volgin on one or two occasions, but they had never exchanged more than a few words.

"Most people can't even remember their own name on a battlefield." That was why the Cobra Unit had taken to emotions as quickly and easily as they had. The rest of the soldiers had little name badges on their uniforms and rank insignia to identify who they were, but the Cobras in battle were the embodiment of their code names, having no identity or existance outside their emotions while the battle raged.

Voyevoda kept track of where they were going, heading in the general direction of the east wing and memorizing the layout of the place as she walked. The East Wing was the most likely place to find the Colonel. Two of his Majors had offices in the area, and the Shagohod, his precious war-machine, was there as well.

If she managed to see a good portion of the east wing without finding the Colonel, she would probably stop one of the soldiers walking around and ask where she could find the massive, electrical officer. But until then she could talk with Jack and familiarize herself with the layout of the base.

Talking about World War II and Colonel Volgin had her remembering those days. Volgin had gone up through the officer ranks very quickly. The Joy honestly couldn't say if it was because of Volgin's father's money and influence, or if the Russians were truly that impressed with the amount of death and destruction the Thunderbolt had inflicted on the germans.

The Colonel's massive form and electrical power made him a force to be reconned with, but The Joy had to wonder if Volgin had ever considered that natural, or in his case, supernatural ability, might not always be enough to win a fight.

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[naked-snake.livejournal.com]

It had been a part of his life since a very young age. Snake could simply sense things better than others. It was that talent that had made him so perfect for infiltration. He could tell when there were others around.

This, though... This was different. It wasn't simply that someone was eavesdropping on the conversation. It was something fainter than that, but still undeniably there. It was behind him, staring. Watching. His muscles were all urging him to turn and face it, but considering his company, they would be suspicious... And explaining away the fact that he was sensing something from another plain--well, that wouldn't work so well.

Snake had been so distracted that he almost hadn't caught what Volgin ended up saying in regard to the uniform. He got enough of it, though, and nodded in agreement. Anything was better than what he had on now.

Then there came someone else - nothing spiritual or ethereal; just someone listening in on the conversation. It was fair enough for him to investigate that and he turned to recognize the man he'd beaten down the day before. He noticed that he still had that makarov. His stubbornness could easily be the end of him.

Glad to see that The Boss was asking for an explanation of the base, he made sure to pay attention. Knowing where everything was would be extremely important.

[heartofthunder.livejournal.com]

"Very well," Volgin said, and nodded to Voyevoda. "I'll speak to Major Raikov about these uniforms of yours, and I'll make sure you get a proper tour."

Though not from Volgin. In spite of the Boss' importance to his mission, his hospitality stopped short at playing tour guide.

Krauss, he thought. The German would be delighted to entertain a woman, even if she was a legendary soldier. He was sure that Krauss would find it an honor.

And an opportunity.

He inclined his head in parting to the Boss' apprentice, and then to the Boss herself. "Good day," he said, perfunctorily, and then resumed his path. With all of these interruptions he'd gotten sidetracked, almost unable to remember what he'd originally set out to do.

Eh.

Perhaps it would come to him. He continued to walk.

After a few strides down the hall, it occurred to him: he might as well go see Ivan, since he was distracted now anyway.

He could use a bit more distraction, after all.

Volgin chuckled to himself softly, then turned to head outside.

[unsurpassedjoy.livejournal.com]

The Boss nodded politely, watching Volgin leave, following him with her eyes though he certainly was not the type to simply vanish the moment no one was watching.

Once the Colonel was out of sight she turned to look at Ocelot. She needed to speak to him, alone, but she couldn't just tell Snake to go wander off without looking suspicious.

She moved quietly, calmly over to the young Major. Voyevoda almost regretted that she would have to keep him at arms length, that she would have to continually push him away. This was one case where she didn't trust herself to keep a secret.

"Major Ocelot." He seemed like the type to hold a grudge for a very long time, but she hoped he could get past it long enough to work on the mission.

[naked-snake.livejournal.com]

Snake also watched Volgin as he left, studying the way he carried himself, the confidence that seemed to cling to him the same way his lightning did. If he had only know that Volgin was planning to throw Krauss at him, he would have been snarling. But the soldier was oblivious to that depressing fact and would have to find out when it was too late to back out of the offer.

The fact that The Boss was acknowledging Ocelot seemed rather curious. What business did she have with the young man? Considering Ocelot had asked him if he was The Boss, the two hadn't actually met... Or if they ever had, it had been very briefly.

He wasn't sure what Ocelot thought of him at this point, though he got the feeling it would become clear the moment he responded.