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fissionmailed2010-05-23 11:41 pm
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//The day is breaking now, it's time to go away
[There is a laboratory on the fifth floor that is already back in use following the blackout. Otacon and Sunny had been hard at work to set this place up following their theft of half a computer lab and most of the technology on one particular floor. Now, this exceptionally secure facility - for the husband of a Liquid, paranoia was normal - was back in action already, though most of the security features needed to be reset. Finally, he could run those tests. For a while, all that could be heard from the room was strange noises, whirring, clicking, the whining of machinery.]
[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]
[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]
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volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )
[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]
[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]
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volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )
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You're hurt. There's a first aid kit over there. If you sit down, I'll see to your wounds.
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[The shirt underneath, that had dried into the gunshot wound on his back, kept there by hardened blood. Removing it would cause more blood to flow...]
You have no idea who I am do you, Hal Emmerich?
[He wearily begins to try to treat his crushed fingers by himself]
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[He approaches, picking up the kit. Carefully, he tugs Talib's hands away and starts treating them himself. Otacon is no doctor, but this isn't the first time he's had to treat someone's wounds. He's getting mild flashbacks of the time that deranged Solid Snake left Liquid dying in the halls.]
Sorry, this isn't going to be the best job, but it's better than leaving them.
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This changes nothing, you realize? I will still hunt them.
[He doesn't elaborate on the "them"]
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[Regardless, his hands are shaking and he has to pause for a moment before he can resume.]
It's going to hurt, but I'm going to have to take off your shirt to treat that wound on your back.
[DON'T THINK HE DIDN'T NOTICE THAT ONE, TALIB.]
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[He nods, then brings out a familiar-looking knife and hands it to him.]
I do not think I can remove the shirt over my head. You will have to cut it off...
Sorry! I didn't get the alert for some reason!
[This knife... Isn't this James'?]
Ah... of course.
[Carefully, he cuts the shirt away and cleans up the wound so he can remove the bullet. Biting his lip to concentrate, he removes it and sutures the wound delicately before bandaging it over.]
Are you hurt anywhere else?
No problem
[Yep, that's your husband's knife. He makes no sound throughout the impromptu surgery.]
Bruises, mostly. They were more interested in having a gun to my son's head than doing me actual damage.
[He is annoyed by this and rises, picking up his ruined shirt.]
My gratitude, Hal Emmerich.
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[His fingers are shaking as he picks up the knife.]
It isn't a problem. I hope you find your son. I've sent the MK4 to look, but I can't guarantee results - the Nexus is huge.
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Husband?
[The word is said very, very clearly. Talib had not known of this particular...development.]
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[His fingers tighten around the knife.]
One of the Liquids - the one that goes by James Emmerich, formerly James Moriarty... is my husband. The older one with the burn on his face.
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James Emmerich. I like it...I suppose that also explains why the version who had kidnapped my son was so adamant that I leave your kind alone. He was not you husband, though. Too young.
[Looks over his shoulder with a grin and nods at the knife]
Give it to him then~ I only have it because he left it buried in my eye. Do tell him who it's from; he would like to know~
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Thank you, Talib. [And thank you for not killing me horribly, he thought with hidden relief.] He'll know. I don't keep secrets from him.
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[Talib pauses at the door. He smirks.]
I am sure the Solid Snake who has allied himself with me will want to add his own congratulations!
[He vanishes into the hallway]
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[He couldn't mean-?!]
[His hand pressed lightly to the side of his head as he thought the words over. Snake... and Talib? But how- wasn't Snake imprisoned? Liquid hadn't said anything...]
...
[Otacon sank down into the vacated chair, clutching the knife and going white as a sheet.]
A few moments later...
James? Are you busy?
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[He hesitated, struggling with the words.]
He told me one of the Solid Snakes was working with him. And that he'd want to "congratulate" us. James... is he free?
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