Okay chapter 2! I waited to continue until I finished MGS3...I thought it would be interesting to write upon that also. Enjoy!
Chapter two: Worse things
To Mei-Ling's dismay Snake had now found himself treading into "enemy" territory by setting foot in the hospital Olga had been interned in. She assumes a different identity but the uneasiness of the staff allotted that they had some idea who she was. Perhaps even someone who was at the tanker that fateful night.
He was off the battlefield and determined to see Olga; after all he had nothing to fear she didn't prove much of a challenge to him in battle. Thus he reasoned her not to be a threat. Snake had been mulling over that night, under the circumstances, which they had met. He figured Olga to be just like him, in the sense that it was useless to hold a grudge against anyone outside of the field of battle. So as any brave soldier Snake held a bouquet of white roses to rigidly to his chest and peered into her room. It was a small, white space with a sizeable peach colored curtain slicing the room down into two. Only Olga's bed was occupied. From Snake's position he couldn't discern if she was asleep or awake but his senses screamed "danger". Snake gingerly placed his right foot with in the room, being cautious not to alert even Olga of his presence.
Olga's face was childlike, serene in nature. She didn't stir but Snake knew that she was awake. Even by just the tone of each breath she took. He had learned to hear breathing from Big Boss, it allotted to a large amount of information, fear, anger, and sadness and when a human was tense or at ease. Her certainty wasn't tense but Snake imagined she must have felt a slight tinge of panic being in a country that wasn't her own.
"Who's there?" Her voice was muted and apprehensive of what lie beyond the big pink curtain, a bulky silhouette made its way surreptitiously towards her. "An admirer." The silhouette announced resolutely.
"Snake…from the…"
"Shh…fair warning young lady; you wouldn't want to talk about "that" here." Snake appeared before the foot of the young woman's bed, motioning to the door where a pair of white coats conspicuously trotted to and fro.
"My name's David Smith, what's yours?" Snake give Olga a nod. To snake's delight Olga caught on. There was a lot to be said about Gurlukovich, not all of them good things but at least he trained his daughter well.
"Sarah." She had given herself a popular but befitting name.
"Princess." Snake said quietly to himself.
"And those…" Olga's insanely blue eyes grew large, overcome with an emotion that was alien to them as she nodded her head towards the bouquet.
"These are for you." Snake laid them on her lap. Olga didn't react to them she only caressed one with her finger.
"I hate roses. White ones especially." She wasn't lying.
"Not a flowers and frills girl either." Snake sounded almost disappointed.
"Roses like this, I've only ever seen in movies, pictures. That's when I began to despise them. Your gift means nothing to me."
"Sarah and David aren't enemies." Snake smiled subtly.
"I afraid you are mistaken; an enemy is an enemy no matter what disguise he dawns."
"Sarah, here is a valuable lesson that a man named Big Boss taught me once."
"Shalashashka?!" Olga's voice heightened in alarm.
"There is no such thing as an enemy in absolute terms…he learned that from his Boss."
"You mean there was once someone above even him." Snake nodded in admission, "even him."
"Why did you come?"
"Maybe I felt like it." Snake lit a cigarette.
"Tell me something…is what my men saying true. Did you get us off that tanker? If so why did you?! To disgrace me once more."
"Three reasons, first is: you're decent to look at, second: you've got a kid in your gut, it's not his fault whose uterus he's in, third: you have a mission you need to complete."
"Thank you." Olga's face softened her eyes casting a grey light.
"I guess I'll see you around just wanted to wish you a quick recovery." Snake gave a slow smile and snatched the bouquet from Olga's lap.
"Wait!" Olga had broken a smile. "Please leave them here."
A gust blew past Central Park scattering deadfall leaves along the dead landscape. A lofty redhead paced her way through the park, the dried grass crunching beneath her every step. Her pulse quickened as her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She knewwho it was, the boss. She quenched it between her fingers and steadily pried it open. The display showed that her intuition was correct, it was her.
"I have the position of Olga Gurlukovich."
"I'm pleased." The boss remarked snidely.
"You are very capable despite your youth…have I ever told you."
"Agreed, what are my orders?"
"Find her, interrogate her, but don't alarm her. We're not working for this government so I really have no intention of helping them or precious "Mother Russia" out."
"What's the topic of conversation?"
"Ask her about the Tanker Incident…I'm very interested in finding that "clone", understood."
" Me too…"