1 Chapter Five: Hopeless Romantic…
"We have been looking for you, little intruder. You caused quite a stir at the A hangar with that chaff grenade. I'll admit, it's a good way to not get caught." Said the woman, as she pointed the flamethrower in a very menacing way.
"And you are?" Said Otacon, more than slightly distracted by the woman's good looks, she stood about 5'7", brunette, and brown eyes that had an almost psychotic look about them.
"Just another crazy chick that they let on this assignment. They call me 69185. You do the translation."
Otacon ran that through his mind for a minute, 6 is the number for F, 9 is I, 18 is R, and 5 is E.
"Fire?" Otacon answered at last.
"That's right…let me show you why…"
With that, she clamped her finger on the trigger and showered the ground where Otacon had mere seconds ago with a hail of flaming fluid. Otacon had leapt out of the way, yet again, saving his life. She had also jumped clear of the guard and the truck wreckage, and now sprayed her deadly juice in a ring around them.
"Let's dance, you and I." She said with the same psycho look in her eyes.
Otacon saw his doom looking down at him; he knew that he couldn't possibly win. He had only one clip of ammo to use, she had a canister of gas and liquid to feed her need for heat. And there was something about her, not only did she seem rather attractive to him, but she was obviously intelligent as well, 69185 couldn't be what the others called her, but rather a way to tell him what to expect.
There was no option, Otacon would have to give up, right here, in his first true fight for life.
"Wait!" He shouted.
"Going to beg for mercy?" She answered back.
"W-well, actually, yes." He said, surprised at how well she could match her to her opponent.
In the light that was given off by the fire, the only real light source, Otacon's form would have been scarcely distinguishable from that of Snake as he leaned over and place his gun on the ground.
"I surrender," He said with a slight sadness in his voice. "I know that I'm outmatched."
She had a look on her face that would have been disappointment, if she didn't look like she belonged in a mental institute already.
"W-why?" She said with a shaky voice. "Y-you'll die anyway, w-what's the point?!" She dropped to her knees and put the flamethrower in the dirt next to her.
By this time the ring of fire around them had subsided. Otacon looked at her, confused, then jumped through the smoldering ring of fire, escaping.
Otacon buzzed Snake on the Codec once he was a safe distance from the scene.
"Snake, who was that woman?"
"Her name is Victoria Maldonado. She suffers from bipolar syndrome and severe pyromania. She was bailed out of the loony bin by Mr. Drake Milford to work as a security officer on his project," Snake responded. "You should get some more ammo if at all possible, if you end up in another confrontation, a single clip won't save you."
"Right, I'll try my best, Snake." Otacon stood up and, after glancing once more at the scene before him, set out in search of victory.
"We have been looking for you, little intruder. You caused quite a stir at the A hangar with that chaff grenade. I'll admit, it's a good way to not get caught." Said the woman, as she pointed the flamethrower in a very menacing way.
"And you are?" Said Otacon, more than slightly distracted by the woman's good looks, she stood about 5'7", brunette, and brown eyes that had an almost psychotic look about them.
"Just another crazy chick that they let on this assignment. They call me 69185. You do the translation."
Otacon ran that through his mind for a minute, 6 is the number for F, 9 is I, 18 is R, and 5 is E.
"Fire?" Otacon answered at last.
"That's right…let me show you why…"
With that, she clamped her finger on the trigger and showered the ground where Otacon had mere seconds ago with a hail of flaming fluid. Otacon had leapt out of the way, yet again, saving his life. She had also jumped clear of the guard and the truck wreckage, and now sprayed her deadly juice in a ring around them.
"Let's dance, you and I." She said with the same psycho look in her eyes.
Otacon saw his doom looking down at him; he knew that he couldn't possibly win. He had only one clip of ammo to use, she had a canister of gas and liquid to feed her need for heat. And there was something about her, not only did she seem rather attractive to him, but she was obviously intelligent as well, 69185 couldn't be what the others called her, but rather a way to tell him what to expect.
There was no option, Otacon would have to give up, right here, in his first true fight for life.
"Wait!" He shouted.
"Going to beg for mercy?" She answered back.
"W-well, actually, yes." He said, surprised at how well she could match her to her opponent.
In the light that was given off by the fire, the only real light source, Otacon's form would have been scarcely distinguishable from that of Snake as he leaned over and place his gun on the ground.
"I surrender," He said with a slight sadness in his voice. "I know that I'm outmatched."
She had a look on her face that would have been disappointment, if she didn't look like she belonged in a mental institute already.
"W-why?" She said with a shaky voice. "Y-you'll die anyway, w-what's the point?!" She dropped to her knees and put the flamethrower in the dirt next to her.
By this time the ring of fire around them had subsided. Otacon looked at her, confused, then jumped through the smoldering ring of fire, escaping.
Otacon buzzed Snake on the Codec once he was a safe distance from the scene.
"Snake, who was that woman?"
"Her name is Victoria Maldonado. She suffers from bipolar syndrome and severe pyromania. She was bailed out of the loony bin by Mr. Drake Milford to work as a security officer on his project," Snake responded. "You should get some more ammo if at all possible, if you end up in another confrontation, a single clip won't save you."
"Right, I'll try my best, Snake." Otacon stood up and, after glancing once more at the scene before him, set out in search of victory.