Chapter IX: Requiem Pt. 2
"David...call him."
He heard the click of the phone and exited the phone booth on cue. The building was just up ahead, heavy rain clouding his vision. A metal briefcase hung loosely from one of his hands. The other reached into the jacket and took out a cell phone, his numb fingers dialing a number he had been given earlier.
"Snake?"
He didn't answer.
"Who is this"
"I'm coming"
"What"
"I'm coming for you."
He hung up and broke into a run. The door splintered easily on contact and he broke into a run on the stairs. A door three floors above him opened and closed rapidly, the ragged breathing of the target echoing down. The briefcase snapped open mid-run and he threw it against the wall, both hand gripping silenced submachine guns. For a second the stairs were sparked with bullets and then he broke into a run again. The target's shadow was nearing the top as David aimed and pulled off a single burst. The target stumbled, lost balance and began to fall, not-so-nimble hands missing the railing as his face hit it, spectacles falling into the darkness of the floors below.
There was no longer a need to run. David took his time, the fast-fading breath closing in as he rose floor by floor. He knelt next to the target, bloody sweater and terrified eyes staring back. Rising again, he pointed the gun, connecting with the sweating skin of the target's forehead. The convulsions of the target's body and his screams soon faded out. Another shot. This one somehow echoed louder than the last and the body fell, limp and dead.
Heading a few floors down, he picked up the briefcase and shot out the locks and opened the door with considerable ease. Placing the bombs on opposing sides of the hallway, he surveyed the technology-heavy room, computers covering corners of rooms and filing cabinets all around. In a few minutes it would all be gone. Heading into one of the rooms, a bed greeted him. There was a table next to the bed and bandanna, caked with dry blood. Something urged him on, and so he picked it up and tied it around his forehead. It was time now.
He exited, pressed a few keys on his cellphone and the building collapsed, floor by floor leveled and the fire warmed him. Here once stood Solid Snake.