Snake heaved a raged breath as he tried to break free of Ocelot`s hold on his left shoulder, keeping him firmly fixed against the aircraft`s wall. He took a deep gush of air inside, ignoring Eva`s cries from the pilot`s seat, and entangled his leg with the pale one`s. he pulled it back, making the other lose his balance and stumble backwards.
Spotting an opening, Snake lurched forward but the other dodged the blow and stepped aside. Snake couldn`t stop himself due to the speed and the slanting position of the jet. Uncontrollably, he marched straight towards the open door. Just a fraction later, his foot left the metallic surface as a blanket of air engulfed him, he felt his body weight lighten. His other foot gave way too but before his body could start to fall, a firm one handed grip stopped his motion and he was pulled backwards. Again it felt as though Snake had no control over his actions as his body bolted backwards and he collapsed against the same wall with which he had been pinned to earlier.
He didn`t know what had happened, how he had been saved, until he saw a gun pointed to his forehead with a hard expression on the pale holder`s face. Why has he saved me if he wanted to kill me? Eva was the pilot and Ocelot was the only other occupant of the rushing aircraft, so he had banked Snake`s life, but why? Why if he only wanted to shoot him a moment later?
He looked firmly into those silvery pools of irises, expecting the blow any minute. If he would die, he might as well do it with nerve. Surprisingly, Ocelot bent forward, still keeping the gun in place, barely an inch away from the other`s skin, and whispered close to his ear, "Sorry Snake."
Snake closed his eyes welcoming any amount of pain that might be caused by a single shot through the head. He felt the other`s body back away, suddenly leaving him cold and empty, it seemed as though all that he had gone through in the past mission was a waste. A loud gun shot was heard but Snake felt no pain, at the same moment Eva`s shriek from ahead made his eyes bolt open.
He moved his head sideways just in time to see her limp body fall off the pilot`s seat. He ran to her, bent down and shook her but it was too late. The shot in her heart was too accurate to have left any chances of survival. She was dead, on the spot. Rage and hurt coursed through him as he got up and looked spitefully at Ocelot, who was standing a few paces away, replacing the revolver back in its holder at the side of his belt. Snake walked up to him and pinned him to the wall, the same wall, opposite the jet`s open door. The other didn`t protest, he just let his back feel the cold surface. Now that his work here was done, he didn`t actually care. Snake didn`t care if he was bare handed against the other armed one. He just wanted to avenge Eva, or die doing it.
"why her?" His voice broke as he shook the other one roughly through his collar. Ocelot remained expressionless and let the other take his anger out at him. Snake`s fury overwhelmed him, "why didn`t you shoot me, Damn it?!"
He lifted his right hand into a fist and hauled it upon the person`s face but erratically no defense came, Ocelot didn`t move a muscle, not even a blink. Unintentionally, Snake`s punch collided with the wall at the side of his face instead, grazing against the right cheek slightly. He cried out in pain, feeling his knuckles being crushed and then going numb. He took a step back, clutching his right hand, but keeping hi blue eyes locked with the other pair, "why?" his voice was barely above a whisper, there was an edge in it, he was loosing his patience.
He saw Ocelot`s lips move but could hear no sound, he reached forward and grabbed the younger one`s collar again. He hissed as a sharp pang ran through his whole right arm upon the contact but he didn`t release the hold, "why?" He managed to choke out. He felt like he was going to collapse any moment now, the pain was getting unbearable. Due to all the commotion, both the living bodies had completely overlooked the fact that there was no pilot in the jet.
"Mission. Ocelot uttered loud enough for Snake to comprehend. There was a small pause before Snake`s hold on his collar faltered and he backed away from him in disbelief.
"Mission?" Snake whispered to himself before falling to his knees.
The solid aircraft gave a sudden jerk but the brown head didn`t register the movement beneath him he was lost in a world of his own. The jet started to slant down to the right, making snake drift slowly to the open door, thousands of meters above the ground, he didn`t care.
A rush of panic seeped through Ocelot as he saw the tangled brown hair of the other soldier whip across his face due to the wind as he slid away from him. He couldn`t save him y grabbing him this time because he was too far away and he might cause the jet to slant lower, risking both of their lives.
He moved at a lightning's speed, bent down, eyes fixed upon the brunette ahead who seemed to pay no attention to his surroundings, and pulled out a sharp stiletto from the side of his right shoe. He threw it towards a dazed Snake with a bullet`s speed. The sharp object sliced through Snake`s left sleeve, missing his wrist by centimeters and nailed to the metallic door frame.
Snake didn`t register the move the move till he was hanging freely from the jet with nothing but the thick sleeve of his army uniform as a hold up. the wind ruffled his hair and swooshed in his ears, making him feel dizzier. He felt the jet slant lower and lower till it was practically turned over and he was hanging on the other side, his legs pointing towards its roof which was now below him. But its motion didn't stop there, the aircraft completed its full cycle and turned over again. The pressure of the wind sucked him inside and once the jet steadied down, Snake found himself lying on the metallic floor, sleeve still pinned to the door frame.
All the pain of his right hand had been forgotten as he tried to get over the experience of being dragged back to life just after knocking at the doors of death. He sat up straight, back resting against the wall besides the door and turned his head sideways to find Ocelot`s tensed neck muscles as he sat on the pilot seat, expertly handling the navigation wheel. He had saved his life yet again. Snake would have been feeling the greatest degree of gratitude for him if he hadn`t been the one responsible for Eva`s death.
Ocelot glanced back to make sure his maneuver had worked, it had. His posture relaxed as he looked into those blue orbs for a brief moment. Then he turned ahead once more, changing the flying mode to auto pilot. After a while of silence, Ocelot turned his head not back to look at Snake but slightly to the side, he then spoke in a light tone, "it was my mission." He waited for Snake to say something but no reply came so he continued, "it was my mission to kill agent Evangeline and escort you back to the states` military base alive."