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[A Liquid Ocelot appears on the rooftops. He is staring out across the railings, eyes scoping down to the Nexus below. His entire surroundings have changed from his last whereabouts, and confusion stiffles onto his face.]

[Naturally, he remains calm, but his eyes sharpen beneath his sunglasses propped against the bridge of his nose. He stares down at his walkie-talkie, firmly in his grasp, listening to the static motion on the other side. It was clear he was out of range.]

This is not the Middle East.

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[Of course it is! Who else is here capable of knowing Liquid Ocelot's plans and wanting to take him down?]

Tch~ Come now, brother. You obviously did something. After all, this is not the battle grounds I had in mind to finally taking you down. Why would I bring us here?

[The second statement causes an amused laugh to leave him. He strides up to Snake.]

Maybe so, but I live on. I'm not going anywhere that easily.

[Groans. He's even more insufferable now.]

Believe what you want.

[He doesn't flinch when he strides up to him. Though a hand did slip to his weapon.]

You're trapped here anyway.

[His white brow gave a steady arch.]

Trapped?

[His subtle moment of conflict softened after a moment, and he grinned.] Hah! I see what you are trying to do. I may be aged in his body, but my mind is still in tact.

[That old shoulder wound is starting to ache.]

Believe what you want...

[He takes a cautious step back.] You'll figure it out soon enough.

There is nothing to 'figure out'. It is plain that this is all some little game. A trick.

Well I'm not falling for that. [He attempts to work his walkie-talkie again, in the hopes of finding others to construct his 'plan'. But it's futile, and he knows it. He just wants to look like he knows what he's doing.]

[Narrows his eyes at him.]

Whatever you say, Liquid. But it looks to me like you don't have a clue.

Quieten down, brother.

This is going according to plan, I'll have you know.

[No it is NOT. What the hell is going on here?]

Really?

A plan to put yourself at the disadvantage, not much of a plan.

[It was obvious he was debating it in his mind, but he wasn't about to let Snake know his dilema.]

[Little did he know that this Snake was indeed from the future.]

[He turned on his heel, and used his fingers in a minute gesture.] Keep your rotten nose out of my business. Do not pretend as though you understand for a minute what is going on here, Snake.

[snorts]

We're all at a disadvantage here, Liquid.

[He brought a finger up to tap at the scarred side of his face.] I should be dead and so should you.

[He eyes that scar.]

Is that supposed to deter me away?

I can't be held responsible for your inaccurate abilities in battle. I am very much alive. I plan on outliving even you, brother.

[Rolls his eyes slightly and takes another step back.]

Believe what you want, you'll figure it out soon enough.

[He fishes out a cigarette and turns to leave. He almost forgot how much Liquid's personality irritated him.]

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