Curiosity killed the cat

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[Zanzibar!Big Boss was currently sitting in his office. His long legs were outstretched and his hands were clasped together neatly. The ticking of the clock on his wall was the only sound that could be heard next to his heavy breathing.]

[He had just recieved an annonymous e-mail. One containing blueprints for what looked to be a fully designed and completed Metal Gear.]

[Whether or not this was dumb luck or someone was actually working for him without his knowledge went over his head entirely, but he had to think about how he was going to use this information, and how to keep it hidden from prying eyes.]

[He knew he would have to discuss it with Fox. Perhaps his young Doctor Emmerich, too. Both of their opinions mattered to him, especially considering how loyal they both were to him. If the blueprints were genuine and flawless, they could get onto building it right away.]

[Big Boss puffed on his cigar for a long while, idly peppering smoke out between his lips now and again.]


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Trouble in paradise?

[Big Boss smirked, and shook his head a little. Hal did put forth a very tempting offer. Anything to have Snake suffer a little longer... Though wouldn't keeping Snake away from Otacon be better? If it meant hurting Snake in the long term, that would be an ideal situation.]

Hmm. [He folds his arms tighter across his broad chest, still contemplating the offer further.]

If I find him, I will think about handing him over to you.

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I hurt him. But it was necessary. I can't stand competition. [Never mind that the competition was himself.]

[Hal doesn't like the way Big Boss phrased that. He wants an assurance instead of a consideration. But he knows that pushing for more will probably compel Big Boss to not help him.] Good. Snake is mine, a fact that he is too foolish or stubborn to realize right now. [His eyes are bright and there's a bit of a wild look in them.] Maybe he can't stand to see me right now, but he'll come around eventually. He always does.

[Calming down a bit.] My codec number is 141.12. I'll be expecting your call.

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I see...

[It was like talking to a completely new, different Hal. But he doesn't press the issue. He sits with his hands clasped over the desk, contemplation stricken on his face.]

He belongs to you, does he? Hmmh.

If you think so.

[Big Boss takes a mental note of that codec.] Alright. I will keep in touch.

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[The arrogance is back now.] Oh, no. I don't think so.

I know so.

[He nods in acknowledgment.] Thanks. I appreciate it.

[Then walks out of Big Boss' office, pleased with himself.]