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thisavrou_log2016-01-21 07:38 pm
soldiergenes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-01-21 07:38 pm
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Who: Solid Snake & Niko Bellic
When: 1/21
Where: St. Murtel
What: Looking for answers, Snake breaks his way into a locked-down building while Niko acts as lookout. When things go south, it's time for a getaway.
Warnings: Possible violence and language.
Out of the three cities that are easily accessible on this planet, St. Murtel is the one that sets all the alarm bells off. That may not be the case for everyone, but it is for Snake, who's only ever known genetic engineering to lead down dark roads. He's the product of this kind of thinking, and he's a trained killer. His twin had harbored plans of world domination. Simply put, it's a terrible idea.
Despite his concerns, the first week or so that he'd spent conducting intel hadn't revealed much, save for programs to generate what you and your "match's" child would look like. (He'd hoped Danny wouldn't find out about it. They didn't need to go there.)
Then, he'd watched from the periphery of the crowd as a man had been arrested right in front of the main genetics lab, yelling something about the Komai, whatever that was. Not too long after, Miller had sent him a message from Avelle, confirming usage of the same symbol there. A broken chain -- it's not that hard to put the pieces together.
Today, there had been a broadcast. Only flashes of images, but enough to confirm that dark underside to this planet that Snake had suspected all along.
Not willing to wait around any longer, Snake weighs his options. Trying to sneak his way into the main laboratory would be a death wish waiting to happen, even for him. But there are satellite buildings, additional labs where further experiments are carried out (or so he guesses). All of them are locked down, but some locks are easier to crack than others.
Having taken out the guard detail around the back side of the building, Snake heads for the door he'd spotted earlier with Niko at his side. He doesn't need to ask Niko if he's ready. The man's insisted he'll be able to get him inside, and Snake's not going to question that at the eleventh hour.
When: 1/21
Where: St. Murtel
What: Looking for answers, Snake breaks his way into a locked-down building while Niko acts as lookout. When things go south, it's time for a getaway.
Warnings: Possible violence and language.
Out of the three cities that are easily accessible on this planet, St. Murtel is the one that sets all the alarm bells off. That may not be the case for everyone, but it is for Snake, who's only ever known genetic engineering to lead down dark roads. He's the product of this kind of thinking, and he's a trained killer. His twin had harbored plans of world domination. Simply put, it's a terrible idea.
Despite his concerns, the first week or so that he'd spent conducting intel hadn't revealed much, save for programs to generate what you and your "match's" child would look like. (He'd hoped Danny wouldn't find out about it. They didn't need to go there.)
Then, he'd watched from the periphery of the crowd as a man had been arrested right in front of the main genetics lab, yelling something about the Komai, whatever that was. Not too long after, Miller had sent him a message from Avelle, confirming usage of the same symbol there. A broken chain -- it's not that hard to put the pieces together.
Today, there had been a broadcast. Only flashes of images, but enough to confirm that dark underside to this planet that Snake had suspected all along.
Not willing to wait around any longer, Snake weighs his options. Trying to sneak his way into the main laboratory would be a death wish waiting to happen, even for him. But there are satellite buildings, additional labs where further experiments are carried out (or so he guesses). All of them are locked down, but some locks are easier to crack than others.
Having taken out the guard detail around the back side of the building, Snake heads for the door he'd spotted earlier with Niko at his side. He doesn't need to ask Niko if he's ready. The man's insisted he'll be able to get him inside, and Snake's not going to question that at the eleventh hour.
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As Niko worked, Snake got himself ready, stripping out of his Moira uniform to reveal the sneaking suit underneath. Wandering around wearing it would have attracted a lot of attention, but he wouldn't feel right infiltrating without it.
He pulled his bandana out of one of the suit's pouches and then tied it into place around his head. So far so good, the area had been thoroughly cleared and they'd just have to hope they were in and out before any of those guards he'd knocked out woke up.
"Got it?" he asked as he shifted a little closer to the door.
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They served him pretty well, and Niko was extremely talented, but still. Someone had that elite agent look happening.
...And he probably shouldn't look like he was checking out his buddy, which he was accidentally doing. He slung the assembled rifle over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm good." He pushed the door open and peered inside, before sneaking in and heading for the nearest stairs. There was an upstairs platform that would allow for an overview, with some luck. There were a few blind spots, but he could still get at least general warnings to Snake then.
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Snake stole in soon after Niko, finding the area below the stairs with the most cover. He waited for a good ten seconds, listening for any sign of a guard patrol. The stairwell, at least, sounded like it was clear.
"I can take it from here. Send me a message when you're in sniping position." Both of them were trained professionals, so Snake didn't bother offering any mentions of good luck.
As soon as he was ready, he stole up the stairs. For the first time since he'd been whisked aboard the Moira, he felt at home.
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(Keeping in mind that at one point Niko was convinced that Batman was a furry, coming from the slim information he had gleaned from people in the know.)
He was pretty quiet in reaching his roost, squatting and padding low until he found the darkest point to situate himself in. So far, he could see two guys all the across the room, having some conversation he couldn't make out but involved one pinching his nose and waving his hand as if something stank and the other balking at the gruesome tale.
He checked Snake's position. Then pecked out a message for him.
2
20 m. 1 oclock
distracted
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Snake had worked his way up the stairs and found a dark corner to hide in when the buzz came through on his armband. All it took was a swivel of his wrist to display the message, and he nodded to himself before working around to the two men he'd heard speaking in a language he couldn't understand. Not close enough for the MiD's translation technology to kick in, apparently.
A knock on the wall led one of them to come over and investigate, allowing Snake to pull him out of sight. He applied pressure to his throat until he passed out, then circled around to the other side of the area, hiding behind a shipping container until the second man's back was turned.
Snake crept up behind the man and pulled him into a chokehold, barking out questions. "What's this facility really meant for?" "Who are the Komai and what do they want?" And so on. While he didn't get particularly enlightening answers, it did seem obvious that Link'd, Inc was scared of this Komai group.
Once Snake had gotten as much out of him as he could, he knocked him out and then frisked him for his gun.
Glancing back to where Niko was stationed, he offered a lazy salute and then headed further into the complex.
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Niko couldn't hear what was happening, just got the gist of an interrogation going on. He watched carefully through the scope, checked the guy that was down, checked on Snake again, and then paused to tap out a message.
nice
Then as Snake worked his way forwards, he saw a shadow pass by a window at the far end.
saw something
5 oclock
changing positions
He put the sniper rifle over his shoulder and skuttled around the catwalk, crouching low until he found another useful vantage point where he could better watch the door. It made another blind spot below him, but it was far enough away from where Snake was that he could still see the space around him clearly.
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That was when Niko's next message came through. Snake heaved out a breath, placed the box over his crouched body, and then carefully moved back out onto the series of catwalks.
He could hear the target rounding the corner, so Snake went completely still, waiting for the man to walk past him before he threw the box off and snuck up behind him. As soon as Snake's hand met the man's head, he slammed it into the wall, knocking him out instantly.
Snake dropped to one knee. He didn't need to with the MiD, but it was second nature at this point. The coast was clear enough that he was willing to speak up, though he still kept his tone low.
"I see a lab space further ahead. I'm gonna keep going. Not sure how far you'll be able to see, but I've got everything I need with me now." How could he go wrong when he had a box on his side?
Jesus can I make enough typos?
The man-in-a-box was on the move.
Stone faced while watching him at first, but then he ends up kind of smiling to himself because, shit, look at that little cardboard turtle man go. It's not until Snake's ready to talk that Niko responds into his MID.
"Okay. I will come down and sneak from the back. If you need decoy, I will play it. Just give the word." He can toss a couple of things if necessary, keep people misdirected. Rather than head for the stairs, he vaulted over the railing, grabbed the edge, and then let himself drop down.
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Even now, they'd organized this themselves rather than because of their captains' orders. Snake hadn't intended on following their directives from the start (not any more than he needed to, anyway), but this really nailed in just how much more they could accomplish on their own.
If you wanted something done right...
Aware now that Niko would also be skulking around, Snake made for the lab area that he'd spotted earlier. Inside there was a lone scientist looking at something through a microscope. Snake worked his way around the large countertops until he was able to come up behind him. He shoved the barrel of his gun against the small of his back, causing the man to yelp as he threw his hands up.
With his free hand, Snake reached over and hit a button on his MID that would let it broadcast the whole conversation to Niko. With any luck, it would record everything that was said too.
"Start talking," Snake demanded, voice gruff and forceful.
"Who are you?" the scientist asked, tone quivering as he tried to look over his shoulder. Snake just pressed the gun harder against his back. "O-one of the Komai?"
"No," Snake said, shaking his head, "but I'm trying to figure out who they are too. What do you know about them?"
"Not much," the man said, shoulders shuddering in fear as he braced his hands against the counter in front of him. "They just popped up recently and started making all kinds of trouble. They have something against Link'd, Inc, but I don't know why..."
"Couldn't imagine," Snake grumbled as he cast a glance at the microscope. "What kind of work are you really doing here?"
"Gene matching. You can give people survey after survey, but it's their genes that will really determine the best match."
Snake was in the middle of rolling his eyes when the room went dark for a second, before the normal lighting was replaced with a glaring red flash. And then the sirens started.
"Shit." The security system must have finally picked up on what Niko did that to that door.
With no better option, Snake slammed the scientist's head down against the table to knock him out. (He really needed to get his hands on an M9.) Then he moved out of the lab at a quick pace, though avoided outright running.
"Looks like it's time to blow this popsicle stand," he spoke into the MID. Niko had gotten a hold of that motorcycle for a reason, after all.
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He watched as Snake entered the lab between spaces in shelves, and then grabbed a bottle of something with a flammable warning attached to it. Excellent. Exactly what he wanted.
He tucked that into the pocket of his coat and crept along the wall, watching the shapes in the lab through the window, hearing Snake's rough growl as he commanded something out of an obviously scared guy. Guess he'd find out what when he got out. But his eavesdropping was cut short when the alarm blared, and Niko immediately took a defensive stance. Yeah, time to go.
He was headed for the door and jamming a rag into the bottle as Snake spoke into the MID.
He didn't see a popsicle stand when he came in?! He would have remembered that, because he'd been spending the last few days memorizing potential escape routes. Did he somehow miss one? He'd have to ask about that later, too.
"Okay, hurry. I'm going to need your lighter." Because he was going to make it real damn hard to follow them out of that alley.
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As it turned out, going on death-defying missions with people had a way of making him feel closer to them, and so this botched break-in of theirs would give Niko more points in Snake's mental book.
I'm going to need your lighter. That didn't leave Niko's ultimate plan as much of a surprise. Snake didn't know how big of an explosion he had planned, but they needed to move fast and starting a fire to block their escape seemed like a perfectly sound idea to him.
Maybe he'd be able to get his hands on some grenades eventually, too. He'd have to keep that in mind.
"I'll meet you at the back door," Snake responded before cutting the call so that he could focus on backtracking. There weren't many people here yet, so all it took was vaulting over a railing to get back to ground level. He found Niko by the door and immediately identified the molotov in his hand. Snake tossed his lighter over and then positioned himself behind Niko, out of the potential blast range. "Light her up."
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Yeah, they were probably going to get some attention and soon, judging from that alarm.
He looked over his shoulder at Snake, revving the bike and waiting for him to saddle up. "You feel me move, you try to move a little with me, alright?" Because he had another idea, and it involved some tight turns. He trusted Snake to be a good enough shot to disable any vehicles if they needed to.
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This wouldn't be the first time that Snake had ridden on the back of a bike, so he didn't need much in the way of instruction from Niko. He hopped on behind him, his chest wedged against Niko's back, and then wrapped one arm around his waist, his other hand clutching his gun.
"I know the drill, don't worry. Just get us out of here." Snake usually left the driving to someone else, and he would probably be put to better use shooting at anyone who came after them anyway.
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He burst out of the alley, leaning forward as the wailing was drawing closer. He was at least making an effort not to hit anyone but he didn't deny to himself that watching people get the hell out of his way wasn't satisfying. He had no love of his own life, but fuck if he didn't love making people fail at taking it.
There was some vehicle crawling up on them, a patrol vehicle of some sort, and he turned sharply to head towards a slanted vehicle loader. If he hit that thing right, he could make it all the way to the low roof of the building next to it.
"Sorry!" he shouted at someone who dove way out of the way, but he was smiling through it as he did. God he missed this. Deny it all he liked, he missed this, and he knew he was good at it.
He got them up on that roof, turned hard to slide the bike to a stop. He almost warned Snake to be careful of his balls, but eh, if he knew the routine he'd be fine. He drove off that roof, landing on the street on the other side.
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Better that Niko did swerve out of the way of pedestrians. They didn't know how deeply involved all of these people were, who counted as innocent and who was guilty. Not that it was up to them to decide that in the first place, but thinking more rationally, crashing into someone would slow them down.
When a truck threatened to catch up with them, Snake twisted around so that he could get a few shots off, aiming for the tires instead of the windshield. He managed to hit one, a satisfying pop followed by the truck swerving wildly.
Then the bike swerved and Snake turned back around, realizing a split second before it actually happened what Niko had in mind. As the bike rocketed up the ramp, Snake wrapped both arms around Niko's middle and tucked his head against his shoulder.
Just as soon as they'd hit the roof, they were driving right off the other side. Snake eased up off the seat for the landing, then swiveled around in search of any pursuers. "I think your little stunt may have lost them." But if Niko knew what was good for him, he'd keep driving.
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"Tell me if you see anything." The hunt for them was going to turn the area into an everchanging maze. Thankfully, at the moment, a surprisingly small hunt. He guess he shouldn't be surprised. They wanted to keep things quiet. Including whatever they'd done.
"What did that guy say?" He hadn't heard the questioning, just knew that Snake had managed it. And while they were going relatively slow, working their way out of this mess, it was a good time to ask.
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Now wasn't really the time for any in-depth conversation, but Snake answered Niko's question all the same. "I think I recorded it. It wasn't much. I guess this Komai group is pretty new and they've been a serious thorn in the side of Link'd, Inc. The guy I talked to played the innocent act."
Maybe the scientist really hadn't known what kind of unethical practices his organization was responsible for, though he had to be pretty damn naive if that was the case.