Again he picked up the gun that he had dropped to the ground. The loud screaming of a few select words didn't make Ocelot feel any better. Plain and simple, he was pissed. It was the fourth time that he had dropped that damn gun. He sighed and begun to twirl his revolver again. The gun seemed to spin weightlessly on his finger as he tossed it behind his back and skillfully caught it with his other hand and twirled away, watching it carefully as if that would make it stay on his finger just that much longer.

"Sir!" One of Ocelot's loyal soldiers slowly approached him from his side. He watched his Commander for a while as he twirled his gun effortlessly. The gun looked like it had it's own mind. Ocelot's expression was a blank one. It was empty, emotionless. "Are you busy?"

"A little bit.. I suppose." He didn't stop to look at the soldier. He kept on twirling his gun, looking into the distance. "What do you want..?" His mind got distracted. He dropped his gun and let out a long aggravating sigh. "Son of a bitch!" He stomped his heel into the ground and turned around to look at the solider. "What? What do you want?" he paused. "My luck is off today. Any other day I could do this perfectly. The hell..? My luck today is obviously lower than shit." he kicked the ground and picked up his gun. He held it in his hand, just looking at it. He flipped it a few times, and examined it, as though he had never seen it before.

"Well.. you know sir, Luck has nothing to do with it." He moved slowly around him until he came face to face with the young Major. "You can't possibly count on luck all the time. Besides, for you, it's much more than luck."

Ocelot's mind came to focus and he looked at the soldier that was now standing in front of him, looking at him. He was startled, not expecting to see him right in front of him. "Nothing to do with it? I guess not."

"You're pretty good Major but, luck is really a matter of practice you know?"

"I know that, but I do this all the time. What do to mean pretty good?"

"Well.. you keep dropping your gun Major. Try to focus on the fact that it's not about luck.. but about what you want to do and how you want to do it."

"Huh.. like you're on to give out advice. Thanks anyway. What did you want?" Ocelot glared at the soldier with cold eyes. The soldier just shook his head and walked off. "Pretty good huh. Why does everyone keep telling me that.."