Chapter 5- Shadow Moses Rematch
Snake knew that he had to act quickly. He immediately put his gun away in the holster on his hip and dove head first to his right. He completed a forward roll and took his gun back out, barrel pointed at Ocelot's head. Keeping the gun trained on his enemy, he looked at the spot from where he had come. Several bullets whizzed by the empty space where his head would have been. The slugs would have gone through his skull like a hot knife through melted butter had he not moved away in time.
"You're a hell of a shot Ocelot. Looks like this'll be one hell of a fight," commented Snake.
Ocelot, however, said nothing. He only smiled like the sadist that he was as he spun his revolver on his red-gloved right index finger.
Ocelot then opened the chamber on his revolver; he left it open and letting his right hand, with the gun in it, drop. He opened the left side of his coat and removed a pack of six golden bullets and placed each of them in each of the six chambers.
Snake kept his gun focused on Ocelot, but didn't shoot. It was against his code of honor; you might as well shoot someone in the back. It was a cowardly move that someone like Solid Snake would not commit. Snake was surprised at himself for not shooting, however; Revolver Ocelot was a man that had caused Snake and his allies more psychological and physical pain than any humans should ever undergo in any number of lifetimes.
Ocelot then spoke after reloading, although he left the barrel open. He looked at Snake; his eyes concentrated on him like a hawk eyeing its prey.
"You see, Snake, there are six chambers in this revolver. Each one holds one .45 caliber bullet, and each bullet holds something else. Do you know what it is that they hold, Snake?"
Snake didn't respond, though Ocelot didn't expect him to. Snake's itchy trigger finger was all that was on the Philanthropy soldier's mind; he barely heard Ocelot's words.
"Each one of these bullets holds your fate, Snake. So, I say this in lieu of any further conversation between us; make your decisions carefully, Snake... DRAW!"
Ocelot let loose one shot from his revolver towards Snake's skull, something he didn't usually do. But his actions made perfect sense, as Snake took action.
Snake's pistol came down, placed hard in the holster as he dove to his left to avoid the gunfire. He was expecting a bombardment of bullets, something he knew Ocelot loved to do, and was most dangerous when doing. Snake managed to avoid the single slug, but at the same time managed to make himself a vulnerable target for the sure shot of Revolver Ocelot. He hadn't merely ducked to evade the gunfire, for he was indeed expecting several bullets at one time.
Snake knew that he had been outsmarted, and he knew that he was going to pay for it. He braced himself for whatever Ocelot had up his sleeve. Whatever it was, Snake was sure that it would hurt.
The five bullets remaining in the barrel were fired from Ocelot's prized weapon. He used a technique called "fanning", pushing the hammer on the rear of the gun back after each shot. This allowed him to get off more shots at a time that was ever intended for the revolver.
Each bullet that Ocelot delivered connected with Snake's chest area, tearing apart his bulletproof vest, destroying it into uselessness.
A searing pain entered Snake's abdomen, but fortunately for him, no blood was drawn on the attack. However, his vest was now an ineffective, torn apart piece of . He thought nothing more of it, shook off the pain from Ocelot's assault and looked up. To Snake's surprise, Ocelot was nowhere to be found.
Where in the hell could he have gone that fast? thought Snake. He's 60!
He looked around carefully, but sure enough, Ocelot wasn't there. He quickly pulled the zipper of the vest down and removed it. Snake threw the useless piece of refuse behind him.
Taking out his pistol and gripping it in both hands, Snake stood up and readied himself to fight. He walked opposite of the dead end on the other side of the hall, head always facing in front of him, but his eyes shifting in search of Ocelot. He came to a corner and hugged the wall, peeking around the corner as he tried to get the jump on his adversary. Not able to go to Ocelot, Snake decided to make Ocelot come to him.
"Hiding won't help you, Ocelot! Come out here and fight me like a man!" yelled Snake, still peeking around the corner, to his adversary.
Then, only a mere split second after the last word had escaped Snake's mouth, several bullets came in his direction. Snake ducked and brought his head back around the bend, the bullets sheer milliseconds away from blowing Snake's brain tissue out of his head.
"Damn!" yelled Snake, his heart beating so hard that Snake swore he could hear it over Ocelot's continuous gunfire. Ocelot was forced to reload after the sixth shot at the well-covered Snake, and the commando took advantage. Snake waited until Ocelot finished reloading, when he would come out of hiding most likely, to take action. He then brought his pistol to bear over his head and around the wall, but did not look at his target. He let loose a whole round from his Beretta, using a technique that he rarely used called "blindfire".
Snake knew that most, if all, the rounds would miss their target, but it would also force Ocelot to go on the defensive, running away from Snake's gunfire. Snake knew that his plan had worked from the monotonous clank, clank, clank of Ocelot's spurs every time the connected with the slick steel floor.
Snake quickly jumped out from cover and sprinted full speed toward sufficient protection. He spotted a steel computer stand that would be able to give him ample, if only temporary, refuge. Every step that Snake took towards the stand made it seem so much farther away. Snake then looked to his left and saw a very angered Ocelot, with his revolver trained on him, aim steady. Time seemed to slow down as he stared down the barrel of the gun and saw the muzzle flash as several bullets left their chambers.
Snake stopped for a split second, for a reason he could not put think of, and continued his dash towards cover. Each bullet came closer and closer to Snake's head as he ran from the steel onslaught, grazing his messy, brown hair.
Snake then saw the computer stand that he had spotted earlier and almost outran it trying to avoid death's lethal grasp that was set firmly on each slug. He reversed his course, his boots losing their traction and, in turn, causing Snake to lose his footing. He almost fell, but he was able to retain some a good amount of his balance, his right leg extending and his left bending as he turned around. He quickly jammed his gun into the holster and used his right palm to break the would-be fall. He then stood, balance regained, and looked up. He saw two bullets heading towards him, wanting to splatter Snake's brains on the wall. Snake dropped out of sight, nothing fancy necessary; he simply fell behind the stand, on his side, and one of the bullets missed their target completely, crashing through the computer's glass monitor... but the other one connected. It nicked Snake's right cheek, creating an ugly gash, blood dripping onto the floor from the cut.
Snake willed himself to ignore the pain and remembered that that was Ocelot's sixth shot since last reloading. He jumped out and emptied what remained of his clip, a mere three shots at his adversary, who was in the process of reloading. Two of Snake's rounds connected with Ocelot's left shoulder, the first bullet tearing through the trenchcoat, and the second tearing through Ocelot's skin, drawing blood.
Ocelot let out an intense scream as he put his gun away for the first time since meeting Snake here and dropped to one knee and delivered self first- aid. He injected his shoulder with a painkiller, numbing it, lessening the pain of the wound. He did not, however, make any attempt to stop the blood loss he was experiencing. It would clot eventually, leaving a nasty scar, however.
Meanwhile, Snake had looked for and found sufficient cover behind the side of a row of lockers propped up against the wall. Crouched, back against the cold steel, Snake removed the empty magazine, tossing it away, nothing more than an ineffective, useless item. He took out a fresh clip from a holster strapped onto his suit and loaded it into his handgun.
Snake, now newly loaded and ready, stepped out of his hiding spot and looked for the enemy, gun trained straight ahead. He walked, careful not to make any noise on the steel floor, always so diligent. He brought his boot down slowly every time he took a step; nothing but silence surrounded him.
Suddenly, Snake heard that familiar clank, clank, clank of Ocelot's spurs against the floor, faster than normal, meaning that Ocelot was running. Snake did not see Ocelot, however, only the three bullets headed for his forehead. He immediately dropped on his stomach to the floor. Two of the bullets, however, connected with Snake's right arm before he fell to the ground. Snake let out an agonized scream as he placed his left hand over the gash created by the two rounds to stop the intense blood flow he was experiencing. He then, somehow, mustered the strength to pull a bandage from a casing on his suit, and place it in his left hand, then immediately placing it above the wound. He made sure that it was securely in place before removing his hand. He eyed the bandage; a small pool of red flowed underneath it, but it was the best he could do for now. It would slow down the bleeding, if not stop it soon.
By this time, Ocelot had had ample opportunity to get away from Snake, to find a hiding spot. Snake took this into consideration, and took his time as he got up to his feet and went towards where he had last seen Ocelot. He knew that an ambush was plenty possible; he just hoped that his soldier's sixth sense would save him from anything like that.
Snake then stopped at one spot, an area with a lot of open space, looked down, and saw several blood blotches staining the floor. He knew that this was Ocelot's blood, as he had not been to this spot. Snake followed the path of blood until it suddenly stopped; there was what appeared to be a control room right next to the last blood mark on the floor. It had a door and a glass window right next to the door.
Snake knew that something had to be up. However, he also knew that Ocelot was extremely cunning. In thinking that he was walking into a trap, Snake could very well try to avoid that trap and fall into another one. He decided not to go farther than where the blood trail stopped until he was sure that he knew what Ocelot was doing.
Snake looked all around him, for any place in which Ocelot could be hiding. He saw several computer stands, each of which were a good distance from the wall behind them, wonderful hiding spots for someone as sneaky as Ocelot. But no one was sneakier than Snake. He knew how to draw people out of hiding, and he knew how to do it quite well.
There were five computer stands, five places for Ocelot to hide. If Ocelot were hiding in any of those five places, he wouldn't be for long. Snake took out several grenades, activated each one, pulling the pin, and sent them rolling underneath the middle computer stand. They all went off at approximately the same time, the shrapnel exploding into the air, sending the computer and its stand several inches into the air. It was lit ablaze, basically destroyed. The glass monitor was shattered into countless pieces, the steel stand was dented, pieces missing after the blast, and several things on the stand, including the computer itself, fell off, sliding to the floor, creating an infinite amount of noise.
The explosion from the grenades created a chain reaction, and the other computer platforms suffered the same fate. Fires were started; glass fell to the floor, as well as steel as the computer stands were decimated. That entire side of the room, once a tranquil computer area, was now a raging, scorching, violent, intense inferno, nowhere near tranquil, and not on the way any time soon.
Still, it made quite a scene. The extreme light from the fire played on Snake's entire body, yellow-orange flickering on the white of Snake's sneaking suit. If one saw this, they may have believed that it was beautiful and intimidating at that same time. Snake stood there, silent, only the crackling of the fire heard in the room.
He figured that ocelot would give himself up, sooner or later.
However, Ocelot did not appear from behind any of those potential hiding places. He was either dead, or had outsmarted Snake. And Snake knew that it would take a hell of a lot to kill Ocelot, as it always had. Snake knew that his enemy was still around, somewhere, alive, lurking, stalking Snake, planning his next move.
"OCELOT!" Snake yelled to no one in particular. He then saw something move to his right. He turned and saw a coatless Ocelot, only his long-sleeved jungle camo jacket on, with the matching army pants.
Snake let ten rounds fly into Ocelot's chest. They all connected, and Ocelot showed obvious pain, but no blood was drawn. Snake realized immediately... just like at Shadow Moses, Ocelot was prepared. He was wearing body armor, which effectively cut off the gunshots, but still caused him pain. He cried out, but the fled from the commando, through the space between the control room to Snake's right and the inferno on the other side of the room. Snake let off six more shots at his foe, but none of them connected, so Snake opted to chase after the cowboy.
What Snake had forgotten, however, was the trap that he had suspected Ocelot of setting up. Snake had been right; Ocelot had indeed set up a trap... and Snake walked right into it. Taking one more step, past the last bloodstain on the floor, Snake walked right onto three tightly packed claymore landmines. They detonated at the same time, knocking Snake wildly off of his feet, and through the glass of the control room to his left! As soon as it happened, he could hear Ocelot's sinister laughter, coming from far away.
Snake's entire body was sent through the glass, back first, shattering it instantly. Snake landed with a hard, sickening thud on his spine, not quite breaking it, but ever so close. He was bleeding just about everywhere, his sneaking suit torn in many places, and most likely a couple broken bones. Snake landed on the broken glass that his body had caused, adding injury to... injury.
Snake attempted to get up on his feet, but his right leg collapsed, giving out underneath the weight of his body. It was far too hurt for Snake to have any chance of walking soon, and the blood loss that Snake was suffering was intense. He had no bandages, except for the one he had put on his arm, and he couldn't remove that one. He had to improvise, to fins something in place of a normal bandage. Then it hit him like an exploding grenade.
He grasped the tail of his esteemed bandana in his left hand and held it over his head. Snake then took out his combat knife and slit the tail near the bandana, separating it from the bandana itself. He now had the tail in his left hand, and the knife in his right, which he promptly put away. He doubled the tail over, making it thicker, but also lessening the length at the same time. However, the tail was very long in itself, going from the bottom of Snake's head to his ankles; and Snake was a good six feet one inch tall.
Snake wrapped the tail around the wound in the middle of his right thigh. He was able to wrap it around a good three times, and then tie it in a knot. He thought, to himself, that he had made a pretty good imitation bandage, though he had to sacrifice a part of himself, the tail of his bandana; the tail that, once someone saw it flapping in the wind, could identify him instantaneously.
But it was definitely worth it. The bleeding had stopped, and the pain was gradually, slowly but surely the pain was lessening.
Snake knew, however, that it would be a good couple minutes before he could walk again. He propped his back against the wall in the room. He placed the palm of his right hand against his forehead, and brought it back in front of his eyes. It came back blood stained, easily visible against the white of Snake's glove.
That's when he caught a peek underneath the control desk. Could it be?
Snake half crawled-half walked to the area underneath the desk. He had indeed seen what he thought. A pack of standard military issue... bandages.
Oh, great... NOW I find 'em, thought Snake. Where were these when he had to use his goddamn bandana tail as a mock bandage? These were the moments Snake hated the most.
Nevertheless, he thought nothing more of it, opened the pack, and took all of them out and placed as many as he could in one of the pouches attached to his suit... save two, that he would use on his forehead wound.
He took the bandana off of his forehead and looked on the inside of it. It was covered in a thin pool of crimson, still flowing, still growing, slowly. He placed his bandana on the floor and placed the bandages over his forehead. Once he did that, he placed his left palm against his forehead, around the bandages; it came back clean... he was done.
Snake placed his tailless bandana back over his forehead, covering the bandages. He threw the bandage container haphazardly underneath the desk and got up on his feet. Suddenly, however, he stopped. He knew that Ocelot was probably waiting for him somewhere outside of the control room. If he correctly remembered where he had run to after Snake had shot him, it was most likely opposite of the window that used to have glass in it, on the other side of that wall. Snake knew that if he went out there, he was a dead man, with his limited running ability.
He then decided to break down the wall, but he had no good melee weapons to do so; his pistol would never do. He then remembered that he was carrying four lethal weapons... his hands and feet. He put his gun away and got into a fighting position. He breathed, and put all of his power behind the barrage of punches he gave the wall...
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Snake took his time, making sure that each punch weakened the wall, which it did. Several cracks appeared in the wall, and Snake could hear the cracking as the plaster fell to the floor. The wall panel was close to falling off, but Snake wanted to rush the process.
He crouched, jumped, and put every ounce of strength behind a roundhouse kick that sent the top section of the wall flying straight out; it didn't fall off and simply drop to the floor right in front of it. It went straight, staying in the air for a good two and a half seconds. That is until...
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
Ocelot had let out six shot from his revolver, all of which went through the block of wall flying through the air. Once the last bullets went through, the piece of wall immediately descended, dropping to the steel floor with a 'crack!' and breaking into several pieces.
Snake heard and saw the attack coming, and ducked as fast as he could, back against what was left of the wall. The bullets whizzed by the top of his head; Snake could literally watch them go through the glassless window and hit the wall on the other side. Snake jumped up to his feet and pointed his pistol out of the makeshift window, knowing that Ocelot was reloading, and if he wasn't, there was no way he could mount any type of offense.
He let out the rest of his clip, a good fifteen shots at his foe, all of which connected. Ocelot fell the ground; Snake could hear the 'clank!' of the revolver as it fell from Ocelot's grasp onto the floor as well.
Snake kept his gun trained outside of the room during the entire period in which Ocelot struggled to get back on his feet. Suddenly, Snake saw smoke rising from where Ocelot had fallen. It was rising fast; Snake had no time to investigate it. The smoke was coming into the room through the open space that used to be a wall, and Snake had no choice but to try to avoid it. He went to the opposite end of the room and crouched against the wall right beneath the window.
Then, abruptly, six revolver bullets entered through the smoke, literally creating small seams in the smoke where they passed through. They missed Snake by a mile, but they may not have been aimed at him. They all hit something on the control panel, on the table under which Snake had found the bandages.
Snake was then able to see a blinking red light through the smoke near the area where the slugs hit. An alarm was blaring at the same time, ringing in Snake's ear. He knew that something bad was about to happen, most likely involving someone in a certain control room getting hurt very badly.
He stood up, studied his options, and put away his Beretta. He leapt out of the glassless window head first, a forward dive.
Indeed, he was right. The entire center of the room exploded... and Snake was only halfway out of the window...
Snake knew that he had to act quickly. He immediately put his gun away in the holster on his hip and dove head first to his right. He completed a forward roll and took his gun back out, barrel pointed at Ocelot's head. Keeping the gun trained on his enemy, he looked at the spot from where he had come. Several bullets whizzed by the empty space where his head would have been. The slugs would have gone through his skull like a hot knife through melted butter had he not moved away in time.
"You're a hell of a shot Ocelot. Looks like this'll be one hell of a fight," commented Snake.
Ocelot, however, said nothing. He only smiled like the sadist that he was as he spun his revolver on his red-gloved right index finger.
Ocelot then opened the chamber on his revolver; he left it open and letting his right hand, with the gun in it, drop. He opened the left side of his coat and removed a pack of six golden bullets and placed each of them in each of the six chambers.
Snake kept his gun focused on Ocelot, but didn't shoot. It was against his code of honor; you might as well shoot someone in the back. It was a cowardly move that someone like Solid Snake would not commit. Snake was surprised at himself for not shooting, however; Revolver Ocelot was a man that had caused Snake and his allies more psychological and physical pain than any humans should ever undergo in any number of lifetimes.
Ocelot then spoke after reloading, although he left the barrel open. He looked at Snake; his eyes concentrated on him like a hawk eyeing its prey.
"You see, Snake, there are six chambers in this revolver. Each one holds one .45 caliber bullet, and each bullet holds something else. Do you know what it is that they hold, Snake?"
Snake didn't respond, though Ocelot didn't expect him to. Snake's itchy trigger finger was all that was on the Philanthropy soldier's mind; he barely heard Ocelot's words.
"Each one of these bullets holds your fate, Snake. So, I say this in lieu of any further conversation between us; make your decisions carefully, Snake... DRAW!"
Ocelot let loose one shot from his revolver towards Snake's skull, something he didn't usually do. But his actions made perfect sense, as Snake took action.
Snake's pistol came down, placed hard in the holster as he dove to his left to avoid the gunfire. He was expecting a bombardment of bullets, something he knew Ocelot loved to do, and was most dangerous when doing. Snake managed to avoid the single slug, but at the same time managed to make himself a vulnerable target for the sure shot of Revolver Ocelot. He hadn't merely ducked to evade the gunfire, for he was indeed expecting several bullets at one time.
Snake knew that he had been outsmarted, and he knew that he was going to pay for it. He braced himself for whatever Ocelot had up his sleeve. Whatever it was, Snake was sure that it would hurt.
The five bullets remaining in the barrel were fired from Ocelot's prized weapon. He used a technique called "fanning", pushing the hammer on the rear of the gun back after each shot. This allowed him to get off more shots at a time that was ever intended for the revolver.
Each bullet that Ocelot delivered connected with Snake's chest area, tearing apart his bulletproof vest, destroying it into uselessness.
A searing pain entered Snake's abdomen, but fortunately for him, no blood was drawn on the attack. However, his vest was now an ineffective, torn apart piece of . He thought nothing more of it, shook off the pain from Ocelot's assault and looked up. To Snake's surprise, Ocelot was nowhere to be found.
Where in the hell could he have gone that fast? thought Snake. He's 60!
He looked around carefully, but sure enough, Ocelot wasn't there. He quickly pulled the zipper of the vest down and removed it. Snake threw the useless piece of refuse behind him.
Taking out his pistol and gripping it in both hands, Snake stood up and readied himself to fight. He walked opposite of the dead end on the other side of the hall, head always facing in front of him, but his eyes shifting in search of Ocelot. He came to a corner and hugged the wall, peeking around the corner as he tried to get the jump on his adversary. Not able to go to Ocelot, Snake decided to make Ocelot come to him.
"Hiding won't help you, Ocelot! Come out here and fight me like a man!" yelled Snake, still peeking around the corner, to his adversary.
Then, only a mere split second after the last word had escaped Snake's mouth, several bullets came in his direction. Snake ducked and brought his head back around the bend, the bullets sheer milliseconds away from blowing Snake's brain tissue out of his head.
"Damn!" yelled Snake, his heart beating so hard that Snake swore he could hear it over Ocelot's continuous gunfire. Ocelot was forced to reload after the sixth shot at the well-covered Snake, and the commando took advantage. Snake waited until Ocelot finished reloading, when he would come out of hiding most likely, to take action. He then brought his pistol to bear over his head and around the wall, but did not look at his target. He let loose a whole round from his Beretta, using a technique that he rarely used called "blindfire".
Snake knew that most, if all, the rounds would miss their target, but it would also force Ocelot to go on the defensive, running away from Snake's gunfire. Snake knew that his plan had worked from the monotonous clank, clank, clank of Ocelot's spurs every time the connected with the slick steel floor.
Snake quickly jumped out from cover and sprinted full speed toward sufficient protection. He spotted a steel computer stand that would be able to give him ample, if only temporary, refuge. Every step that Snake took towards the stand made it seem so much farther away. Snake then looked to his left and saw a very angered Ocelot, with his revolver trained on him, aim steady. Time seemed to slow down as he stared down the barrel of the gun and saw the muzzle flash as several bullets left their chambers.
Snake stopped for a split second, for a reason he could not put think of, and continued his dash towards cover. Each bullet came closer and closer to Snake's head as he ran from the steel onslaught, grazing his messy, brown hair.
Snake then saw the computer stand that he had spotted earlier and almost outran it trying to avoid death's lethal grasp that was set firmly on each slug. He reversed his course, his boots losing their traction and, in turn, causing Snake to lose his footing. He almost fell, but he was able to retain some a good amount of his balance, his right leg extending and his left bending as he turned around. He quickly jammed his gun into the holster and used his right palm to break the would-be fall. He then stood, balance regained, and looked up. He saw two bullets heading towards him, wanting to splatter Snake's brains on the wall. Snake dropped out of sight, nothing fancy necessary; he simply fell behind the stand, on his side, and one of the bullets missed their target completely, crashing through the computer's glass monitor... but the other one connected. It nicked Snake's right cheek, creating an ugly gash, blood dripping onto the floor from the cut.
Snake willed himself to ignore the pain and remembered that that was Ocelot's sixth shot since last reloading. He jumped out and emptied what remained of his clip, a mere three shots at his adversary, who was in the process of reloading. Two of Snake's rounds connected with Ocelot's left shoulder, the first bullet tearing through the trenchcoat, and the second tearing through Ocelot's skin, drawing blood.
Ocelot let out an intense scream as he put his gun away for the first time since meeting Snake here and dropped to one knee and delivered self first- aid. He injected his shoulder with a painkiller, numbing it, lessening the pain of the wound. He did not, however, make any attempt to stop the blood loss he was experiencing. It would clot eventually, leaving a nasty scar, however.
Meanwhile, Snake had looked for and found sufficient cover behind the side of a row of lockers propped up against the wall. Crouched, back against the cold steel, Snake removed the empty magazine, tossing it away, nothing more than an ineffective, useless item. He took out a fresh clip from a holster strapped onto his suit and loaded it into his handgun.
Snake, now newly loaded and ready, stepped out of his hiding spot and looked for the enemy, gun trained straight ahead. He walked, careful not to make any noise on the steel floor, always so diligent. He brought his boot down slowly every time he took a step; nothing but silence surrounded him.
Suddenly, Snake heard that familiar clank, clank, clank of Ocelot's spurs against the floor, faster than normal, meaning that Ocelot was running. Snake did not see Ocelot, however, only the three bullets headed for his forehead. He immediately dropped on his stomach to the floor. Two of the bullets, however, connected with Snake's right arm before he fell to the ground. Snake let out an agonized scream as he placed his left hand over the gash created by the two rounds to stop the intense blood flow he was experiencing. He then, somehow, mustered the strength to pull a bandage from a casing on his suit, and place it in his left hand, then immediately placing it above the wound. He made sure that it was securely in place before removing his hand. He eyed the bandage; a small pool of red flowed underneath it, but it was the best he could do for now. It would slow down the bleeding, if not stop it soon.
By this time, Ocelot had had ample opportunity to get away from Snake, to find a hiding spot. Snake took this into consideration, and took his time as he got up to his feet and went towards where he had last seen Ocelot. He knew that an ambush was plenty possible; he just hoped that his soldier's sixth sense would save him from anything like that.
Snake then stopped at one spot, an area with a lot of open space, looked down, and saw several blood blotches staining the floor. He knew that this was Ocelot's blood, as he had not been to this spot. Snake followed the path of blood until it suddenly stopped; there was what appeared to be a control room right next to the last blood mark on the floor. It had a door and a glass window right next to the door.
Snake knew that something had to be up. However, he also knew that Ocelot was extremely cunning. In thinking that he was walking into a trap, Snake could very well try to avoid that trap and fall into another one. He decided not to go farther than where the blood trail stopped until he was sure that he knew what Ocelot was doing.
Snake looked all around him, for any place in which Ocelot could be hiding. He saw several computer stands, each of which were a good distance from the wall behind them, wonderful hiding spots for someone as sneaky as Ocelot. But no one was sneakier than Snake. He knew how to draw people out of hiding, and he knew how to do it quite well.
There were five computer stands, five places for Ocelot to hide. If Ocelot were hiding in any of those five places, he wouldn't be for long. Snake took out several grenades, activated each one, pulling the pin, and sent them rolling underneath the middle computer stand. They all went off at approximately the same time, the shrapnel exploding into the air, sending the computer and its stand several inches into the air. It was lit ablaze, basically destroyed. The glass monitor was shattered into countless pieces, the steel stand was dented, pieces missing after the blast, and several things on the stand, including the computer itself, fell off, sliding to the floor, creating an infinite amount of noise.
The explosion from the grenades created a chain reaction, and the other computer platforms suffered the same fate. Fires were started; glass fell to the floor, as well as steel as the computer stands were decimated. That entire side of the room, once a tranquil computer area, was now a raging, scorching, violent, intense inferno, nowhere near tranquil, and not on the way any time soon.
Still, it made quite a scene. The extreme light from the fire played on Snake's entire body, yellow-orange flickering on the white of Snake's sneaking suit. If one saw this, they may have believed that it was beautiful and intimidating at that same time. Snake stood there, silent, only the crackling of the fire heard in the room.
He figured that ocelot would give himself up, sooner or later.
However, Ocelot did not appear from behind any of those potential hiding places. He was either dead, or had outsmarted Snake. And Snake knew that it would take a hell of a lot to kill Ocelot, as it always had. Snake knew that his enemy was still around, somewhere, alive, lurking, stalking Snake, planning his next move.
"OCELOT!" Snake yelled to no one in particular. He then saw something move to his right. He turned and saw a coatless Ocelot, only his long-sleeved jungle camo jacket on, with the matching army pants.
Snake let ten rounds fly into Ocelot's chest. They all connected, and Ocelot showed obvious pain, but no blood was drawn. Snake realized immediately... just like at Shadow Moses, Ocelot was prepared. He was wearing body armor, which effectively cut off the gunshots, but still caused him pain. He cried out, but the fled from the commando, through the space between the control room to Snake's right and the inferno on the other side of the room. Snake let off six more shots at his foe, but none of them connected, so Snake opted to chase after the cowboy.
What Snake had forgotten, however, was the trap that he had suspected Ocelot of setting up. Snake had been right; Ocelot had indeed set up a trap... and Snake walked right into it. Taking one more step, past the last bloodstain on the floor, Snake walked right onto three tightly packed claymore landmines. They detonated at the same time, knocking Snake wildly off of his feet, and through the glass of the control room to his left! As soon as it happened, he could hear Ocelot's sinister laughter, coming from far away.
Snake's entire body was sent through the glass, back first, shattering it instantly. Snake landed with a hard, sickening thud on his spine, not quite breaking it, but ever so close. He was bleeding just about everywhere, his sneaking suit torn in many places, and most likely a couple broken bones. Snake landed on the broken glass that his body had caused, adding injury to... injury.
Snake attempted to get up on his feet, but his right leg collapsed, giving out underneath the weight of his body. It was far too hurt for Snake to have any chance of walking soon, and the blood loss that Snake was suffering was intense. He had no bandages, except for the one he had put on his arm, and he couldn't remove that one. He had to improvise, to fins something in place of a normal bandage. Then it hit him like an exploding grenade.
He grasped the tail of his esteemed bandana in his left hand and held it over his head. Snake then took out his combat knife and slit the tail near the bandana, separating it from the bandana itself. He now had the tail in his left hand, and the knife in his right, which he promptly put away. He doubled the tail over, making it thicker, but also lessening the length at the same time. However, the tail was very long in itself, going from the bottom of Snake's head to his ankles; and Snake was a good six feet one inch tall.
Snake wrapped the tail around the wound in the middle of his right thigh. He was able to wrap it around a good three times, and then tie it in a knot. He thought, to himself, that he had made a pretty good imitation bandage, though he had to sacrifice a part of himself, the tail of his bandana; the tail that, once someone saw it flapping in the wind, could identify him instantaneously.
But it was definitely worth it. The bleeding had stopped, and the pain was gradually, slowly but surely the pain was lessening.
Snake knew, however, that it would be a good couple minutes before he could walk again. He propped his back against the wall in the room. He placed the palm of his right hand against his forehead, and brought it back in front of his eyes. It came back blood stained, easily visible against the white of Snake's glove.
That's when he caught a peek underneath the control desk. Could it be?
Snake half crawled-half walked to the area underneath the desk. He had indeed seen what he thought. A pack of standard military issue... bandages.
Oh, great... NOW I find 'em, thought Snake. Where were these when he had to use his goddamn bandana tail as a mock bandage? These were the moments Snake hated the most.
Nevertheless, he thought nothing more of it, opened the pack, and took all of them out and placed as many as he could in one of the pouches attached to his suit... save two, that he would use on his forehead wound.
He took the bandana off of his forehead and looked on the inside of it. It was covered in a thin pool of crimson, still flowing, still growing, slowly. He placed his bandana on the floor and placed the bandages over his forehead. Once he did that, he placed his left palm against his forehead, around the bandages; it came back clean... he was done.
Snake placed his tailless bandana back over his forehead, covering the bandages. He threw the bandage container haphazardly underneath the desk and got up on his feet. Suddenly, however, he stopped. He knew that Ocelot was probably waiting for him somewhere outside of the control room. If he correctly remembered where he had run to after Snake had shot him, it was most likely opposite of the window that used to have glass in it, on the other side of that wall. Snake knew that if he went out there, he was a dead man, with his limited running ability.
He then decided to break down the wall, but he had no good melee weapons to do so; his pistol would never do. He then remembered that he was carrying four lethal weapons... his hands and feet. He put his gun away and got into a fighting position. He breathed, and put all of his power behind the barrage of punches he gave the wall...
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Snake took his time, making sure that each punch weakened the wall, which it did. Several cracks appeared in the wall, and Snake could hear the cracking as the plaster fell to the floor. The wall panel was close to falling off, but Snake wanted to rush the process.
He crouched, jumped, and put every ounce of strength behind a roundhouse kick that sent the top section of the wall flying straight out; it didn't fall off and simply drop to the floor right in front of it. It went straight, staying in the air for a good two and a half seconds. That is until...
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
Ocelot had let out six shot from his revolver, all of which went through the block of wall flying through the air. Once the last bullets went through, the piece of wall immediately descended, dropping to the steel floor with a 'crack!' and breaking into several pieces.
Snake heard and saw the attack coming, and ducked as fast as he could, back against what was left of the wall. The bullets whizzed by the top of his head; Snake could literally watch them go through the glassless window and hit the wall on the other side. Snake jumped up to his feet and pointed his pistol out of the makeshift window, knowing that Ocelot was reloading, and if he wasn't, there was no way he could mount any type of offense.
He let out the rest of his clip, a good fifteen shots at his foe, all of which connected. Ocelot fell the ground; Snake could hear the 'clank!' of the revolver as it fell from Ocelot's grasp onto the floor as well.
Snake kept his gun trained outside of the room during the entire period in which Ocelot struggled to get back on his feet. Suddenly, Snake saw smoke rising from where Ocelot had fallen. It was rising fast; Snake had no time to investigate it. The smoke was coming into the room through the open space that used to be a wall, and Snake had no choice but to try to avoid it. He went to the opposite end of the room and crouched against the wall right beneath the window.
Then, abruptly, six revolver bullets entered through the smoke, literally creating small seams in the smoke where they passed through. They missed Snake by a mile, but they may not have been aimed at him. They all hit something on the control panel, on the table under which Snake had found the bandages.
Snake was then able to see a blinking red light through the smoke near the area where the slugs hit. An alarm was blaring at the same time, ringing in Snake's ear. He knew that something bad was about to happen, most likely involving someone in a certain control room getting hurt very badly.
He stood up, studied his options, and put away his Beretta. He leapt out of the glassless window head first, a forward dive.
Indeed, he was right. The entire center of the room exploded... and Snake was only halfway out of the window...