Tuesday, December 19, 2006
His M9 tranquilizer at the ready, Snake sneaked outside and kept himself low to get to his target. It could be one of the hijackers onboard the tanker... or maybe the chief himself.
Even in the freezing pounding New York rain, Snake strained his ears and picked up the faintest of radio static...
someone was radioing in to the target...
he crouched and pressed his back against a crate..
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'...Shalashaska has landed. I'm on way to the tanker holds. Report your status.'
'Control room, communications and engine room are under control. All entry and exit points to the tanker holds secured. Infrared sensors placed and operational.'
'Good work. Are the explosives in place?'
'Yes, they're all planted.'
'Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be scuttled.'
'And the vehicle's pilot?'
'He's the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else can do it.'
'Are you sure you can trust him?'
'Your part in the mission is complete. You are to leave at once!'
'No, it's not over yet!'
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Somewhere on the deck, Sergei Gurlukovich peered out onto the New York Harbour... he felt a chill running down his spine.
'I can see the moon... even in this storm. Pale as death. I have a bad feeling about this mission... You swore this to me that you would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Do not worry. This is a country of liberty'.
'No, this is where I belong! With the unit!'
Sergei heard the sound of a gun being taken out of a holster...
'I have nowhere else to go. Father, I want to stay and fight!'
Sergei couldn't believe the words coming out of her daughter.
'There is NO choice to make here Olga! Need I remind you that you are carrying MY grandchild?!'
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Olga rubbed her womb gingerly upon hearing reality.
'................'
'You will be on the helicopter out of here! NOW!'
The transmission cut abruptly before Olga could protest any further.
'DAMN IT!', she scowled.
The russian kasatka that had dropped her earlier returned upon orders to extract her
But Olga, hell bent on staying, waved away at the chopper. Her intentions were clear.
Her men up above knew of it and quietly obeyed her. The kasatka turned to leave...
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Now
Snake leapt out of his hiding place and held out his M9.
'FREEZE!'
The target slowly turned, not the least startled.
'Hands over your head! Now!' Snake ordered in a gruff yet stern voice.
The target complied with slowly raised arms.
Snake spotted the gun still clutched in his/her hand.
'Toss the gun overboard! Slowly.'
The target shrugged and tossed the small firearm casually. There seemed not to be a hint of panic...
Snake got a clear view of the target's face for the first time.
'A woman..? Show your face.'
Olga cracked a small chuckle.
'You men, you're all the same.'
However, Snake wasn't in the mood for such talk.
'Who are you?'
Olga slowly took off her soldier cap and let go of it. The fierce swirling wind blew it out to the merciless sea..
'We are nomads. Wanderers,' she answered with a sly smile. She moved one step to her left..
.. and was immediately pegged back by Snake.
'I said don't move!'
Olga chuckled again.
'Americans. So you shoot unarmed women too?'
It was Snake's turn to reply with his own answer.
'I'm a nomad too.'
His eyes quickly darted to a combat knife slung on Olga's belt.
'What else do you have there? Take the knife and toss it!'
Olga reached for her knife and took it out. She proceeded to placed in on the floor...
'No not there! Toss it overboard! Hold that position and turn around...'
Olga was quite impressed with the man in grey. He seemed to read her every move.
'You know what're you doing..' she complimented.
The tanker suddenly jerks violently, causing both parties to lose their balance for a few seconds. Coincidentally, the pounding rain stopped. Not one drop fell onto the tanker...
'It stopped raining...' Olga commented. She turned to see Snake still pointing his M9 at her..
Not this time, you nomad.
'... not too shabby is it? New York, I mean?'
Olga spun around and readied the knife. Turning again quickly, she flipped her knife and pointed the butt at Snake. Then she fired.
Snake could only recognized the deadly sound of a bullet being fired before his instincts took over. He only managed to dodge just in time as he felt the fast gush of air brushing against his face...
Without skipping a beat, both soldiers took cover as they got ready for an inpromptu fight. The thought made Olga smirk as she whipped out her USP.
'And that brings our tour to its conclusion!'
Snake hadn't expected such a maneuver from her. He knew he couldn't underestimated a soldier from one of Russia's infamous special forces.
'Scout knife with a surprise. You a Spetsnaz?'
Who is this man?
'I think you deserve a little credit. No one's ever dodge that shot of mine...'
Thunder cracked across the sky as the heavy rain came pouring once again..
'..but no one gets lucky twice either!'
