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[Owl is sitting on the floor, running a warm hand against Osan's cold skin. He had gotten bored with watching Viper pace back and forth, and found more interest in caressing the girl doll in his arms.]

I've never took the time out to look for armories.

[His full attention is on the Osan not Viper. The nail marks still visible along his cheek, thanks to a certain pacing man.]

A floor up, why?~

[Following Viper's instructions, Hawk made his way to the room. His eyes scanned over the area, before stepping inside. Despite Bison not being in the nexus, he felt a sense of nostalgia...a welcome relief after all the trouble he had gone through in the nexus.]

My apologies for keeping you two waiting.

[Viper waved a hand dismissively.]

Not a problem. Perhaps you can enlighten me as to where some key areas are?

I have not completely studied the area myself, but I can try. What areas are you looking for?

[He's listening, just not looking at them. Owl just found Osan to be far more interesting, when the talk of plans and fighting was brought up he might offer what he knew. For now it was just a hushed tone to the doll in his arms.]

Don't worry, you wont get hurt again.~

[Hawk probably knew this place better than he did anyway.]

[Hey look, it's the doll in his arms.]

I trust you.

[:D]

[Owl is perpetually in a world of his own creation, but Viper is concerned and without his full team. Traditional rules of combat wouldn't apply here. He raps his knuckles against the metal table.]

Owl! Pay attention.

[He tugs over some blueprint supplies from across the table and lays out a fragmented map of the floor, showing only the hall, stairwell, and a hell of a lot of blank space. A small stack of opened boxes sits in the corner, revealing the source of the supplies.]

I want you both to mark all the rooms you know of, especially the kitchen, bathrooms, and medical bay. Where's the nearest armory?

[Hawk walks over to the table and takes a look at the map. He then picks up a pin, pausing to think a bit, before making down locations of the kitchens, bathrooms, and infirmaries that he knew about.]

I believe that there was an armory on the tenth floor, but I did not look too far into it, as I only use my wilgis in battle.

[He flinches hearing Viper, gently setting Osan down he goes to look at whatever they had.]

I haven't been through all the floors to say where everything is..

[But he marks a few things Hawk missed, such as the truth room and the doll room... He remembers that room. He almost wanted to ask where he got the map, but he just kept his mouth shut.]

[Seeing Owl make a "truth" and "doll" room, Hawk also made a mark of where the music video room was, as well, in addition to the party sombrero room.]

One would be better off not entering those rooms.

[And if he had said something, Viper would have chewed him out for not paying attention and pointed to the markers and paper stacked neatly in a box in the corner.]

Right then. Owl? You're moving down here. I'll find a room and we'll do some exploring in the next week or so. I don't want to get caught unprepared if any of the Snakes decide to get revenge.

The Snakes tend to forget that we exist...

[Which was true the last time he talked to a snake. Moving back to Osan he picks her up.]

Whatever you say.~

Then we do it just in case. I'm trying to keep us from dying again, or have you already forgotten your experience here??

[He grits his teeth and looks away, twirling a pen between his fingers with a frustrated growl.]

[Hawk just stood impassively as he watched Viper deal with Owl.]

Is there anything else you need from me, Viper?

[Alice "appeared" in the office's doorway, with her young figure enveloped in a dimly lit, psychic-powered fuchsia hue. Her own doll was clung firm with her left arm, as the right slid on her intel support headset into comfortable position.]

[The echoed comments faded from their tone to Alice's own, as the lumination of her abilities ceased in use.]

Gentlemen... life, death, and rebirth is trivial here in this nexus. "The Snakes" as you called them don't need to fear you because you have not presented any viable method or situation to instill that emotion upon them.

[Looks to Owl, recalling their previous meeting and the subject of death. Then to the supposed leader, Viper... and finally the tall man who recently retorted.]

What you need are my talents... and the will to defend yourselves by making Solid Snake realize his fateful, dreadful purpose: endless battle. If he faces that fear and fails to defeat it, then your revenge for your lost lives will have succeeded.

...

So you understand what goes on here? This reinvention of basic laws of the universe.

[He regards her carefully. Youth is no definite synonym for innocence.]

Say we work with you. What happens then? What is it that you do exactly? What would you need from us?

[Alice approached the trio, obvious caution could be denoted from the slow stride. And now, the salutations...]

My name is Alice... and admittedly, even in the many months I have spent here, the machinations of this realm perplex me. Whether it is for amusement of a superior being, cosmic anomaly, or just the work of mere infrastructure simulation... the answers are shrouded and those who have come close to answering have succumb to the nexus' pleasures and pain.

[Her eyes lowered off and away. A silhouette of fuchsia barely glowed upon the doll. Alice was scanning them and applying her powers subtly.]

...Fine.

But if you have this power, why aid us instead of doing it yourself? What do you benefit from an alliance?

[The color once again subsided, as she turned on a heel, sauntering toward the exit as she replied.]

... after we succeed in this plan, I will make sure to tell you, . So, please consider that as added incentive to our arrangement.

Until we meet again.

[Left behind upon the aforementioned guide map the Black Chamber leader had spread, was a small burn-in of Alice's codec number. Whether or not they trusted the deal enough to request her assistance from this point on was their choice.]

[Slasher studied the girl as she made her offer to Viper. He himself was torn on his own opinion on the matter. One one hand, Black Chamber was only three people strong in the nexus, as Bison was still absent. However, because Black Chamber only had three people, it was probably better to exercise caution in choosing allies.

Ultimately, it was not up to Slasher though.]

Do we trust her, Viper?

[Owl had met her before, and she didn't seem like the type that would go out of the way just to back-stab. Yet his interest left Osan for the time being, fixed on the door. If she could easily hear what they were talking about what was stopping anyone else in the Nexus?

Hawk took the words right out of his mouth.]

No.

But we work with her.

[If she is even partially as powerful as she claims to be, a temporary alliance could provide them with a means to their end. And if she is just as powerful as she says she is, then becoming her enemy might just send them back to their graves.]

Watch her carefully. We can trust no one but ourselves.

[He rolls up the map, intent on taking it with him to wherever he finds a bed and a lock.]

A good policy, I've found.

[How did Pain sneak in without being noticed? Good question. He's probably not going to tell until he has his say, though.]

I wonder, though, if you'd be willing to tolerate a few more allies until you can find the right time to backstab them~

[He bows.]

Good to see you again, Owl, Viper. Mind hearing me out?

Of course..

[His attention quickly strays from the doll in his hands upon hearing the other voice. Pain is a sneaky bastard, maybe being a ninja was part of his skills too.]

I don't mind.

[But it wasn't up to Owl, it was up to Viper. Owl's decisions haven't been the best in the past, so, now wouldn't make them any better.]

[He hardly trusts the man, but would rather be a friend than an enemy.]

What do you have to say?

[Viper is not impressed by your mad ninja skills.]

Well...

[He turns serious.]

I am here on behalf of the Boss, the leader of my unit. We are looking for allies in this place and your unit seems most capable. I would like to start a partnership between my unit and yours.

Our most recent plans involve the overthrow of Colonel Volgin, who took over here two months ago, and his Soviet minions. He should not have real power here, but since everyone believes he does, he does. We would like to change that...with violence, preferably. If you could assist us, that would be most welcome.

I can't tell you what you will get out of this; Boss is in charge of that, not me. Nor will I ask for a permanent alligience; we both know what happens when two ambitious units stay together for too long.

However, we are a unit that believes in thoroughness and fair play for our friends, and if you want anyone dead or tortured, we can do that with ease. Sabotage and the theft of plans can be somewhat difficult, but we can manage.

And if Owl wants some vengeance on the other me, I would be glad to oblige. I've already brought him suffering once, and I'd love to do it again.

[Owl wasn't paying attention again, he only really needed to hear the last part anyway. He had no choice in this whole thing as stated before, just a small opinion. Slowly his hand ran through Osan's hair, so fragile against his hands.~]

Oh?~ What did you do?

[He should be really paying attention to the meeting, to this whole joining of the two groups instead of wondering how that man suffered. Even if he would have really liked to have done it himself. Pain is Pain, and suffering is suffering.]

[He's silent for a minute or two, eyes trailing over Pain in careful consideration. There are too many questions to go over now, he gets the feeling this offer will not stand for long. Action will be taken and by then it may be too late.]

...

[He crosses his arms and continues to think. Before long, he uncrosses them and and nods decisively.]

Right. We'll work with you. For now.

[His fingers curl into a fist and he sneers.]

But I want first crack at this 'other you'.

Well, it turns out that his lover can't stand torture at all. And the other me gets quite upset when finding the mangled bodies of those he loves.

[He smiles.]

Glad to hear it. I'll relay that to the Boss at once.

[He tilts his head.]

He patrols around here. You should also look for this man--

[and he hands him a picture of Alek.]

Hold him hostage, and the other me will come running.

[He takes the picture and studies it carefully.]

Really?

[And grins in a thin line of lips with a predatory curl.]

Excellent.

Please invite me when you capture him. I want to have a chance to finish what I started last time~

[He shivers in delight.]

My radio is 553.38. What should I contact you at if I find him first?

You can do whatever you like with him, I just want the other you.

[The trembling intrigues him.]

163.75.

Deal.

[He nods.]

I'll keep in touch. Happy hunting, Viper.

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