Chapter Two: In the Dust.
"Be sure to watch out, they say there may be an intruder." A man in a white uniform yelled from the top of the rafters in the hangar. "They thought he was dead, but can't find a body" "Yes sir!" The rest of the Tan- uniformed guards responded. All accounted for, there were about 7 guards. Six in tan and the one in white. Otacon was losing his strength; he would need rations and bandages to fix the wounds he sustained while crashing through the box that contained the raft. "A box! Of course" Otacon thought as he saw the many boxes being stacked in one corner. "That's a perfect spot to look for supplies." As Otacon Neared the stack of boxes, he knew that there was no possible way he could get to it with the patrols still around. A Codec call broke his concentration.
"Otacon, Where are you?" Snake asked him. "I'm in a hangar near the drop site, I'm trying to find some rations and bandages, but these patrols are impossible to sneak through." Snake knew that, for him, this job would be simple, but for Otacon, it was like trying to take out a Hind with a SOCOM. "Hey, I just remembered something." Snake replied. "My gear all fell out of the chopper along with you, my SOCOM, ammo and rations should be near where you landed." "Ok, I'll go check." Otacon slunk back out of the hangar and began to scan the ground. There, in the dust, a SOCOM pistol. Empty. "What use is an empty gun?" Otacon asked himself. Then it dawned on him. A guard wouldn't know it was empty. He could trick the guard into giving him the rations. He ran back to the first guard route around the outside of the hangar. The guard saw his shadow and decided to investigate. "Freeze!" Otacon shouted at him. "Ack!" The guard felt the cold barrel of a gun pointed at his back. Otacon ran in front of the guard and pointed the empty SOCOM at his head. "Please, don't!" The guard pleaded back. "Hand over some rations and any bandages you have." The guard was obviously afraid. He placed his gun, two rations and a large bandage on the ground before looking back at Otacon. "Good." Otacon ran back behind the guard and clubbed him hard with the butt of his gun. The guard slumped to the ground, out cold. "Yes!" Otacon shouted. Another guard at the nearby route point heard him, and began to head over.
"Be sure to watch out, they say there may be an intruder." A man in a white uniform yelled from the top of the rafters in the hangar. "They thought he was dead, but can't find a body" "Yes sir!" The rest of the Tan- uniformed guards responded. All accounted for, there were about 7 guards. Six in tan and the one in white. Otacon was losing his strength; he would need rations and bandages to fix the wounds he sustained while crashing through the box that contained the raft. "A box! Of course" Otacon thought as he saw the many boxes being stacked in one corner. "That's a perfect spot to look for supplies." As Otacon Neared the stack of boxes, he knew that there was no possible way he could get to it with the patrols still around. A Codec call broke his concentration.
"Otacon, Where are you?" Snake asked him. "I'm in a hangar near the drop site, I'm trying to find some rations and bandages, but these patrols are impossible to sneak through." Snake knew that, for him, this job would be simple, but for Otacon, it was like trying to take out a Hind with a SOCOM. "Hey, I just remembered something." Snake replied. "My gear all fell out of the chopper along with you, my SOCOM, ammo and rations should be near where you landed." "Ok, I'll go check." Otacon slunk back out of the hangar and began to scan the ground. There, in the dust, a SOCOM pistol. Empty. "What use is an empty gun?" Otacon asked himself. Then it dawned on him. A guard wouldn't know it was empty. He could trick the guard into giving him the rations. He ran back to the first guard route around the outside of the hangar. The guard saw his shadow and decided to investigate. "Freeze!" Otacon shouted at him. "Ack!" The guard felt the cold barrel of a gun pointed at his back. Otacon ran in front of the guard and pointed the empty SOCOM at his head. "Please, don't!" The guard pleaded back. "Hand over some rations and any bandages you have." The guard was obviously afraid. He placed his gun, two rations and a large bandage on the ground before looking back at Otacon. "Good." Otacon ran back behind the guard and clubbed him hard with the butt of his gun. The guard slumped to the ground, out cold. "Yes!" Otacon shouted. Another guard at the nearby route point heard him, and began to head over.