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Black Wolf pulled the Binoculars from his Hips and observed the location where the Sniper once lied in wait. There was no Horse, no Shooter, but there were Tracks Wolf couldn't make out clearly from his position. "Gator, We're going to check it out. I have a... A Good feeling about this." Gator walked up in front of Wolf, his face plastered with disbelief. "A 'GOOD' Feeling!? SANE people get a GOOD Feeling when a Sniper doesn't blow their Head off. Not when investigating a POSSIBLE TRAP." Wolf raised a single eyebrow as He looked Gator in the eyes. Gator let out a loud noise of exasperation, "GREAT! I forgot that you're not Sane!" Wolf chuckled before picking up his Rifle from the Sand. "Let's do this." He grabbed Gator's radio off his Harness and held it near his mouth. "CP, This is Dmitry 4, Checking out suspicious activity. Out."
Wolf and Gator walked up to the tracks in the sand. Wolf bent down, He could tell that they were from a Horse, and that the Sniper must've ridden away on it; but the location, and lying underneath the Horse. It was such an odd tactic. He was lying at about an equal elevation, with the hills providing more than adequate cover from Sniper fire. That would mean that whoever the Shooter was, was either very stupid, or very confident. Although Wolf had a feeling neither of those were the case, as Skill was much more a deciding factor. Being a Marksman himself, actually gaining the prestigious title of Wolf, He knew a Skilled Marksmen when He saw one, or got shot at by one. Using the Horse to stop sun glare was a great show that the Sniper was either Skill or Creative, or both. Though it seemed He was rushed to take a shot. Odd.
Wolf sighed loudly as He stood up. "We'll follow the tracks. If we're lucky, He thinks We won't pursue him. Still, Be cautious, I like your Head where it is." Gator looked down at the tracks, following the path with his eyes. "Well, They look like they might head towards Da Shago Kallai. It wouldn't be too bad to take out this Sniper here and now." He picked up his gaze and turned back towards Wolf. "After all, I'm tired of CP getting on-... WOLF, Look out!"
Wolf turned around like a flash of lightning, grabbing the wrist of his assailant and tossing it away. He followed it by a rapid thrust of his fist towards the Male's chest which He deflected with seemingly a flick of his wrist. The Man kicked Wolf's right ankle, unbalancing him slightly, giving the man time enough to step behind Wolf and get one arm around Wolf's neck and the other pinning his right arm into the air. Wolf viciously rammed his left elbow into the Assailant's ribs, causing him to lean over to the left in pain, which Wolf took as an opportunity to grab the Man's head with his left hand and pulling down with great force, catapulted the Man over Wolf's shoulder; Also bringing Wolf down to the ground with Him. Wolf quickly got up into a kneeling position and grabbed his Combat Knife from the back of his waist. He stabbed it forward toward's the Man's chest, only for him to roll out of the way. The Assailant stopped on his back, drew a pistol from his hip and took a shot all in the blink of an eye. Wolf dove forward with his hand in front of his face; He could feel the sting of something stabbing his hand, but yet it was no bullet. He landed directly on top of the Man, knocking the breath out of the both of them.
Wolf quickly picked himself up, his legs straddling the Assailant's torso, He brought his Combat Knife back and tried to stab it forward before the other Man rolled Himself and Wolf over, trapping Wolf underneath the Assailant. He grabbed the pommel of the knife and put his weight onto it. The tip of the Blade cut into Wolf's shoulder before He reversed the roll. Sending both Him and his Assailant rolling down the side of the Sandy Hill.
They stopped at the bottom of the Hill, battered and covered in Sand. Wolf took the initiative and brought his Leg back and kicked the Assailant's chest. Launching him back, Wolf quickly scrambled to his Feet. Tightening the grip on his Knife, He sprinted forward and brought his right hand back, clenched into a tight fist and launched it towards the Assailant's face. The Force of the Hit slammed the man back into the ground with a large cloud of Sand flying into the air; The Man quickly countered by sweeping Black Wolf's legs, knocking him off of them and sending him crashing into the ground. Wolf shook his Head and went for his pistol as He stood back up. He pulled it from it's holster and aimed it down at his opponent; yet before even having his finger on the trigger, the Assailant grabs the barrel of the pistol with one hand and slams his other hand into Wolf's wrist, yanking the gun from his grip. Wolf rapidly countered by slapping the gun away with his hand, turning on the heel of his right foot and bringing up his left leg and kicking the Assailant's chest with his Left foot. Once more causing them to land on their back. Wolf, however, had no Knife, Pistol, or Rifle.
"I see your Time with the Soviets hasn't diminished your CQC." The Assailant slowly stood up, both his hands raised beside his Chest, and a smile on his face. "It's good to see you again Wolf." Wolf's eyes went wide as He looked at the Legend, back from the Dead, before him. His Face was scarred, and one of his arms was some kind of strange prosthetic, but it was him. It was BIG BOSS. The Legendary Mercenary, The Man who defeated The Boss and stopped World War Three. Wolf immediately stood at attention and saluted Big Boss, His Breathing quick and excited. "Boss! You're not Dead! Fucking Hell!" He looked up the hill and waved his hands at Gator. "Don't shoot! He's Friendly! Don't Shoot!" Boss planted his hand on Wolf's shoulder, turning him to look at the Boss. "Despite being glad to see I'm not dead, I'm worried about how hard you just tried to Kill Me." Wolf chuckled darkly, scratching the back of his head, He gives a soft shrug. "Hey, You snuck up on Me. If it's anyone's fault, it's yours."
Gator stormed down the hill, struggling to a stop near Boss and Wolf. "Wolf, What the Hell!? Who is this?!" Wolf looked at Big Boss and then at Brown Gator. "Gator, This is the Man I told you about. The Legendary Big Boss. He's the one who taught Me CQC, and was my Leader in MSF." Gator looked at Big Boss with a mixture of Fear and Reverence before awkwardly holding out his hand to Big boss. "B-Big Boss! I'm Suvel Astrokitck, Brown Gator. It's... an Honor. Though... I wish this was a little less... Odd..."
Boss smirked slightly before grabbing Gator's hand with his prosthetic, a Left-handed shake, and nodding. "First time making Friends on a Battlefield?" Gator gave a half-hearted laugh before stepping back and scratching his head similarly to Wolf. Wolf, however, crossed his arms. "So, Boss... Why are you here? I heard reports of an Infiltration expert in the area, but I never expected to see You after these Nine Years." Boss pulled out a Rectangular device that Wolf was unfamiliar with, and with the push of a button, a blue holographic screen was displayed a few inches from the device. "Believe it or not, Wolf, I came here for You. I wasn't expecting you to have friends though." Wolf gulped softly as Gator caught on to his meaning. "W-Wait, You were going to take Wolf and just Shoot ME? That doesn't seem very fair...!" Big Boss closed the Display from his device and then looked up to Gator. "Well you can choose now, Come with Me and Wolf, or stay here. Just don't expect for Me to miss next time." The remark sounded both incredibly threatening, and forceful, yet was hidden underneath a guise of Casual invitation.
Wolf perked up as He felt a question nag at his mind. "Come with you...? You have a Base? Do we have a new Motherbase?" Boss nodded with a smile. Wolf turned to Gator and placed his hands on his shoulders, He looked into the younger Soldier's eyes.
"Gator, come with us. I've told you all the Stories. The Good, The Bad, all of it. You KNOW that I'm going. You can choose to stay if you really want, but we both know everything would better if you came with." Gator placed one of his hand's on Wolf's arms. His look was both Pained and indecisive.
"Wolf, Comrade, You know that I hate the thought of deserting my Army, and also of being left alone here. You know I'm not good at choosing." Wolf growled as He glared into his comrades eyes. "You really can't choose Gator?" Gator shook his head slowly. Wolf chuckled before turning to Big Boss. "I think He needs a bit more... 'Forceful' Encouragement." Gator stepped back, a little fearful at what He meant. Before He could protest, Boss raised his Tranquilizer Pistol towards Gator and shot a dart into his neck, causing his vision to go Hazey and himself to become extremely dizzy. "He'll hate Me on the ride back, maybe for a Week or two. But He'll thank Me later." With that, Gator collapsed into the Sand. Sound asleep.
A/N - 2: Well, A New Chapter at long Bloody Last. Feel free to leave a Review. Good or Bad. I'll try to learn from the Bad ones, but the Good ones will motivate Me to write more.