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[The neck snapped easily beneath his fingers... almost too easily. With a sneer of disgust, Snake tossed the dead soldier's body aside as he continued on his way through the jungle. Where were the real challenges? At this rate, he'd be able to obtain Volgin's legacy in no time. He'd also like to take that pathetic scientist Sokolov along with him to help construct some weapons for him when the mission was over.

Boss had briefed him on the details of the legacy, and why they must have it to control the world. EVA was acting as a spy to help him, but... he was unsure of who to trust. For now, he'll maintain a healthy suspicion of his allies while destroying any enemies who dare cross his path. He had to be careful though lest his support team suspect his true motives.]

[Snake is so absorbed in his thoughts that it takes him a few seconds to realize that he's no longer in the jungle, but inside a strange building.]

...Huh?

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[Now Ocelot is speaking a language he can understand and appreciate. With the legacy seemingly beyond his grasp in this strange place, as he's starting to realize, he's going to need another route to gain the power he desires. He may get that with the help of the Cobras, but it couldn't hurt to keep his options open.]

And how are we going to do that?

[Snake adjusts his grip, giving the other man a bit more space to move.]

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There are many ways we can do that... This Nexus needs shaking up, anyway. And to have you by my side to accomplish that would be exceedingly fun.

[Adam doesn't seem at all phased by the movement. His own hand remains around John's wrist, and he raises his free hand to slowly coax under his bearded chin.]

What is your mission objective?

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[Snake wonders when Ocelot got so good with words. If it's all a trick then he certainly can't tell...]

I would need to get to know you first. My trust doesn't come easily.

[The hand around Ocelot's neck moves away to grasp the wrist of the hand touching his chin, halting its movement. No hands were allowed that close to his neck.]

And if you earn it, then I'll tell you.