Chapter 2: An Ocelot and His Prey
Ocelot calmly walked down the hall. Anybody who got in his way would meet the same fate as the ten behind him. And they did.
A single guard spun on him from around a corner, holding a standard-issue Nikonov AN-94 assault rifle, wearing the black uniform of the CIA's attack squad. He now regretted the decision, as he looked upon the face of his enemy. He didn't recognize the man, no. It was his eyes, they were lifeless. They were like endless pits, falling infinitely into insanity. He had the look of a man who had seen battle a thousand times, and never sweat through any of them. This was not quite true, of course. In his younger days, Ocelot lost his battles against Big Boss, then titled 'Naked Snake'. But he did not show it, he was disciplined not to.
"Freeze!" The lone soldier commanded. Ocelot did not slow his advance. He saw the fear the guard had, and knew he would hesitate to fire. He drew one of his trademark Single Action Army's. He didn't know if it was one of the one's that still had ammo in it. He didn't really care. Stopping, he aimed the revolver at the soldiers head. Then, the soldier snapped out of his fearful trance, but by the time he pulled the trigger, it was too late. Ocelot had already fired. The revolver still had a single bullet left, unfortunately for the guard. He reloaded his revolvers, and continued on his way.
But Raiden was tailing close behind. Raiden knew Ocelot would want to chase after Snake, and if he did he would need another time machine. The CIA had multiple prototypes for testing purposes, so it was likely there would be another one he could get his hands on. Raiden just had to hope to get there first.
Raiden stood straight against the wall. All he had found so far were corpses of the unfortunate soldiers who tried to stop Ocelot, but he was cautious anyway. Ocelot might be expecting Raiden to follow, and could be waiting around any corner. He peeked around the corner, and saw another two corpses. Shaking his head, he darted around the corner and down the hall. The door was being held open by the head of one of Ocelots victims. Careless, Raiden thought. He had no plan at the time; he had hoped to come up with one later. All he had with him was an M9 with no suppressor and no extra clips. Certainly no match for Ocelot in this state.
He spun the next corner to find a living guard propped up on a wall, clutching his bleeding stomach.
"Where did Ocelot go?" Raiden asked, running to the guard.
The guard groaned and answered, "He said something about… a machine."
Of course. "Which way is the electronics lab?" Raiden pressed. The wounded guard pulled a keycard from his pocket, handed it to Raiden, and pointed farther down the hall. With that, he went limp.
Raiden took the card, which was marked with a 2, and continued his sprint down the hall. It wasn't long before he found the door that matched the marking on the card. The door automatically opened as Raiden approached it, as part of the electromagnetic design of the keycard's in the area. Ocelot was already inside, "interrogating" some scientists.
"Where is the machine? I know there was more than one!" Ocelot screamed, shooting a round into a scientist's foot. Raiden was able to slip behind a row of lockers before Ocelot noticed him enter. As much as he wanted to help the scientists, he knew there was nothing he could do right now. Damn you, Ocelot! He though, almost aloud.
"I-it's in the box! Under the t-table! There!" The scientist pointed behind Ocelot. Raiden ducked slightly as Ocelot turned in his direction. The older man pushed the scientist away and walked to the box he pointed out. It had a lock on it, but it was unhinged. Ocelot opened the box, smiled and took the large black belt out of it. The second prototype. This one was a little larger, and harder to move around with, but it was more durable, and easier to use. Ocelot mashed a few buttons, put the belt on, and pushed a few more. Raiden, clinging to his last hope, dashed out of hiding and grabbed onto the belt. Just as he did so, the belt brought both him and Ocelot to a high cliff.
"Petulant child!" Ocelot screamed, as they both landed on the grass. Raiden leaped back and crouched defensively, his M9 trained on Ocelots head.
"I should have dealt with you earlier!" Ocelot drew his revolver and aimed it at Raiden. They both stood there for a long moment, neither one even blinking. They both knew the other was a worthy adversary, this would not be settled in one shot. Ocelot shot first, but Raiden saw his smile as he pulled the trigger and was able to roll out of the way in time. He ducked behind a large rock at the edge of the cliff. A dangerous position for combat, he knew.
Ocelot advanced toward him, loading his empty chamber as he walked, just in case. He peered over the rock, his gun outstretched before him. Just as he came to the rock Raiden stood, catching Ocelot off guard. He immediately kicked off the rock, back flipping and giving Ocelot a boot to the chin. Raiden's flip brought him right off the side of the cliff, but he caught on to a narrower edge down below. Just as I planned, Raiden thought, as he dropped down again. This fall brought him to a slanting face of the cliff, which he continued to slide down. He hit the ground running, as just moments earlier; he spotted what seemed like Solid Snake and two others in the distance. He had to let Snake know about Ocelot, and apologize to him for trying to kill him.