"Listen. There's not a soldier alive that doesn't question himself. And if there is one, he's nothing more than a murderer." -Master Miller
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Snake stood in the shadow of the crate, looking around the corner he saw several guards and a couple of security cameras. Nothing the world's greatest solo sneaking operative couldn't handle. He pulled out his bionoculars and focused them at the heavy looking hanger doors, and saw his main target, the leader of the Shadow Moses insurrection,
Liquid Snake, the only man in foxhound with the same codename as him. Standing behind liquid was a rather large man, no a rather gigantic man with a huge gun strapped to his back. Snake surmised this to be
Vulcan Raven, Foxhound's heavy weapons specialist and resident shaman.
"He'll be through here, keep your guard up!" Liquid ordered the men outside. The couple of men outside saluted and went off to their paroling duties. Liquid turned on his heels and walked back into the complex, while Vulcan Raven stood in place and peered out into the cold, before turning around and following Liquid.
Snake gripped his Mk23 SOCOM, his favorite pistol, he pulled the slide back and flipped the safety off, the mission had begun.
As the hanger doors closed, snake made his move and sprinted up a flight of stairs, flipping a guard on his back and knocked him out. He dropped into a prone position and began crawling into a small vent on the second floor of the building. He wasn't sure where it would lead, but he could hopefully gain entry into some part of the building from here...
............
Inside the tank hanger the members of Foxhound all stood around, in silence.
"Well?" Revolver Ocelot broke the silence, "Anything?"
"I have foreseen his arrival, he is either here now, or he will be shortly." Vulcan Raven said calmly.
"Yes," Liquid Snake followed with, "He is here, and we have made our move, for now we must wait for him to make his." Liquid continued walking past the tanks and through the large door marked "Level 5" in front of him, "For now we can sit back and wait," the door opened slowly and liquid walked straight through it and out the other side.
The members of Foxhound looked around at each other, that night the mighty jaws of a snake would clamp down, whose throat would it be on? An unnerving air sat on them, and they all silently agreed to disperse for the night. Each of them hoping it wasn't their night.