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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[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

I swear! [He nods immediately. Big Boss's faith in him is so important to Hal...] P-please, trust me!

That's a good idea... I'll look f-for a suitable material. Maybe the kind that's used in the cockpit of rockets? It's such a shame transparent aluminium doesn't exist...

[He pushes his glasses.] Another alternative would be just to protect the systems better.

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I trust you wholeheartedly. You are an important asset to this project, but also important to me personally.

There are advanced pieces of equipment and technology in this building. Use it to your advantage.

...Rockets... That may work.

[Big Boss contemplated it further, and then quickly printed out a few copies of the blueprints. He handed them to Hal.] You may use this computer for research, and perhaps Frank will help you find a suitable material.

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[That makes his heart swell. He blushes a bit, and internally swears he is going to make the final design, whatever it is, work as perfect as possible. Just "doing his best" won't be enough. He smiles softly.] T-thank you, sir. You have my word, I won't disappoint you.

Thanks... M-may I hook my laptop to it? [He receives the blueprints and nods. Frank intimidates him a lot, but this is for the project.]

I'd l-like to know who did these, though. [He strokes a finger over the lines of the blueprints. It still hurts a bit to know someone else beat him, but they have kind of a familiar sense on them. Though far more complex than anything him could've imagined, at his age.] They're quite awesome.

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[Big Boss felt his eye crease as he smiled.] I'm glad I have placed faith in the right person.

Yes. I should think so.

[He stood up from his seat, gesturing for Hal to sit behind the desk to work if he wished.]

Would you believe that it was you? Granted, several years older... But this is what you are capable of, without even realizing it. You have the power to make something as grand as this.

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... Me?

[That was... he needs some time to let that fact sink in.] A-an older me did this?

[Slowly, Hal pushes his glasses. Still trying to understand what he is feeling about this.]