Chapter 2 - Ocelot
Revolver Ocelot watched the entire fight between the brothers, Solid Snake and Liquid Snake. Liquid thought he was the lesser of the two until the end which by Ocelot's estimation would be soon enough with the help of Fox-die. Everything worked out well.
After a brief phone call, Shalashaska (which was the closest thing to a real name Revolver Ocelot ever had) felt the optical disk in his trench- coat pocket and strolled through the now vacant hallways. Almost vacant, anyways. Corpses that Solid Snake and Grey Fox had left behind still remained, littering their path. Grey Fox himself was probably lying dead in the underground maintenance base, mutilated. No doubt after the area was clear a salvage team would come to collect him and his exoskeleton (it was, after all, very pricey). A team would be sent to recover Liquid Snake's corpse as well, but Ocelot had plans for him already. The stump where Shalashaska's hand throbbed wildly, almost in anticipation. He wondered what effect attaching Liquid's arm to his own torso would have on the genetic level, but he didn't complete his thought: into the hallway from a lavatory limped a genome soldier, and Shalashaska wasted not time in shooting him. Even with one hand he was able to make an amazingly quick single shot, and that's all that was necessary. The soldier fell with a defeated cough and Ocelot never even stopped walking.
When he reached the heliport there was a new chopper sitting on the launch pad, without a doubt a final gift from Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich who didn't yet know of Shalashaska's double-cross. Ocelot had no trouble excepting the gift, however. He walked to it with a confidence only he himself could convey without words.
"Ocelot!" Yelled a genome soldier from the deck overhead. He was accompanied by six other soldiers, more survivors of the genome army. Ocelot surveyed in no time at all what his scenario was. Five out of six bullets in the gun and seven soldiers coming quickly. He had no choice but to use his stump to shoot the single action pistol quick enough to do any good.
"AAAARRRGGGH!" He cried out in pain as five bullets met their mark in five soldier's heads, and two still came. His arm bled violently as he sprinted behind a corner and the guards followed. Ocelot pulled a knife from his boot and put it directly to the first soldiers gut; red mortality flowed from the wound. The second guard hesitated and was met by a gun to the temple that he assumed was loaded.
Ocelot yelled like he would scold a dog, "Hopeless bastard!" Then he bashed him in the back of the head with the revolver and snow started to fall. The soldier fell to all fours and Ocelot kicked him in the face. He fell to the ground, at which time Ocelot could have made his exit, but instead slipped a fresh bullet into the chamber of his Colt. He cocked the hammer and the guard started to come to. He took aim and looked the soldier in the eye as a loud shot roared through the heliport. The soldier stopped moving and Ocelot started. He calmly glided to the helicopter as if his feet were just decoration and he was really levitating. His arm bled and throbbed violently, so he re-bandaged it. Without so much as a look back, he left Shadow Moses behind.
(IF for some ungodly reason you're still reading this crap-o story of mine, you might have to wait a bit for chapter three)
Revolver Ocelot watched the entire fight between the brothers, Solid Snake and Liquid Snake. Liquid thought he was the lesser of the two until the end which by Ocelot's estimation would be soon enough with the help of Fox-die. Everything worked out well.
After a brief phone call, Shalashaska (which was the closest thing to a real name Revolver Ocelot ever had) felt the optical disk in his trench- coat pocket and strolled through the now vacant hallways. Almost vacant, anyways. Corpses that Solid Snake and Grey Fox had left behind still remained, littering their path. Grey Fox himself was probably lying dead in the underground maintenance base, mutilated. No doubt after the area was clear a salvage team would come to collect him and his exoskeleton (it was, after all, very pricey). A team would be sent to recover Liquid Snake's corpse as well, but Ocelot had plans for him already. The stump where Shalashaska's hand throbbed wildly, almost in anticipation. He wondered what effect attaching Liquid's arm to his own torso would have on the genetic level, but he didn't complete his thought: into the hallway from a lavatory limped a genome soldier, and Shalashaska wasted not time in shooting him. Even with one hand he was able to make an amazingly quick single shot, and that's all that was necessary. The soldier fell with a defeated cough and Ocelot never even stopped walking.
When he reached the heliport there was a new chopper sitting on the launch pad, without a doubt a final gift from Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich who didn't yet know of Shalashaska's double-cross. Ocelot had no trouble excepting the gift, however. He walked to it with a confidence only he himself could convey without words.
"Ocelot!" Yelled a genome soldier from the deck overhead. He was accompanied by six other soldiers, more survivors of the genome army. Ocelot surveyed in no time at all what his scenario was. Five out of six bullets in the gun and seven soldiers coming quickly. He had no choice but to use his stump to shoot the single action pistol quick enough to do any good.
"AAAARRRGGGH!" He cried out in pain as five bullets met their mark in five soldier's heads, and two still came. His arm bled violently as he sprinted behind a corner and the guards followed. Ocelot pulled a knife from his boot and put it directly to the first soldiers gut; red mortality flowed from the wound. The second guard hesitated and was met by a gun to the temple that he assumed was loaded.
Ocelot yelled like he would scold a dog, "Hopeless bastard!" Then he bashed him in the back of the head with the revolver and snow started to fall. The soldier fell to all fours and Ocelot kicked him in the face. He fell to the ground, at which time Ocelot could have made his exit, but instead slipped a fresh bullet into the chamber of his Colt. He cocked the hammer and the guard started to come to. He took aim and looked the soldier in the eye as a loud shot roared through the heliport. The soldier stopped moving and Ocelot started. He calmly glided to the helicopter as if his feet were just decoration and he was really levitating. His arm bled and throbbed violently, so he re-bandaged it. Without so much as a look back, he left Shadow Moses behind.
(IF for some ungodly reason you're still reading this crap-o story of mine, you might have to wait a bit for chapter three)