Chapter 4 - Revolving Power
2007, Hudson River, KA-60 Kasatka Chopper. Time: Snake's arrival on Discovery
"Sir! We're directly over the tanker now. Sergei has radioed in. His troops have begun seizing the ship"
"Let me talk to him"
The Russian in the helicopter took the radio from its pilot.
"This is Shalashaska. Gurlukovich, do you read?"
"Ocelot, This is Gurlukovich. The upper compartments are now completely under my team's control"
10 minutes earlier
The marine soldier paced slowly about the deck. They had been ordered NOT to carry any firearms whatsoever. The rain was beating down like there was no tomorrow, and the wind was at least force 8. His windbreaker did nothing to keep him dry or warm, but he didn't mind. He'd been fighting in worse conditions. This was simple. Only problem: he couldn't hear a thing.
"Ulk!"
Blood poured from the wound in the marine's neck, as his body slumped to the deck, as if it had just realised gravity existed. His body was lifted up, onto someone's shoulders, and tossed overboard into the churning sea.
"This is Gilliland" The voice was in a thick Russian accent "The last marine on the aft deck has been eliminated. The upper compartments are now under our control. Over"
Time at start of chapter
'Shalashaska' looked out the window of his chopper. He saw a flash of light coming from the aft deck, and looked at the figure that now occupied the space
"Our boy's right on time. Remember your orders Sergei. Once we have Metal Gear Ray, sink the tanker. Let no-one survive this but your men"
"Roger that Sir. Out."
He smiled as the helicopter, a KA-60 Kasatka, civilian model, descended onto the fore deck. He stepped out into the rain. He held his hand over the gun in its holster, a Colt .45. He loved his guns, especially revolvers. Truth be told, he didn't really hold much respect for anything beyond his beloved Colt. That was why they called him.
Revolver Ocelot.
2007, Hudson River, KA-60 Kasatka Chopper. Time: Snake's arrival on Discovery
"Sir! We're directly over the tanker now. Sergei has radioed in. His troops have begun seizing the ship"
"Let me talk to him"
The Russian in the helicopter took the radio from its pilot.
"This is Shalashaska. Gurlukovich, do you read?"
"Ocelot, This is Gurlukovich. The upper compartments are now completely under my team's control"
10 minutes earlier
The marine soldier paced slowly about the deck. They had been ordered NOT to carry any firearms whatsoever. The rain was beating down like there was no tomorrow, and the wind was at least force 8. His windbreaker did nothing to keep him dry or warm, but he didn't mind. He'd been fighting in worse conditions. This was simple. Only problem: he couldn't hear a thing.
"Ulk!"
Blood poured from the wound in the marine's neck, as his body slumped to the deck, as if it had just realised gravity existed. His body was lifted up, onto someone's shoulders, and tossed overboard into the churning sea.
"This is Gilliland" The voice was in a thick Russian accent "The last marine on the aft deck has been eliminated. The upper compartments are now under our control. Over"
Time at start of chapter
'Shalashaska' looked out the window of his chopper. He saw a flash of light coming from the aft deck, and looked at the figure that now occupied the space
"Our boy's right on time. Remember your orders Sergei. Once we have Metal Gear Ray, sink the tanker. Let no-one survive this but your men"
"Roger that Sir. Out."
He smiled as the helicopter, a KA-60 Kasatka, civilian model, descended onto the fore deck. He stepped out into the rain. He held his hand over the gun in its holster, a Colt .45. He loved his guns, especially revolvers. Truth be told, he didn't really hold much respect for anything beyond his beloved Colt. That was why they called him.
Revolver Ocelot.
