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[Liquid had remembered the advice Pain had once given him, and was currently setting up a gauntlet of traps around the theater on the eighth floor.]

I hate being right sometimes...should probably have more Claymores. [He raised a hand to his head--there were at least two people he needed to contact as soon as possible.]

[CALL: 141.12 reichenbackup]

Otacon, it's me. Get to the eighth floor theater as soon as you can; and be careful, this building is not even remotely safe at the moment. Not to mention I've set traps all over the immediate area.

[CALL: 141.52 be_safe_hal]

Emma. I've managed to prepare everything; there is enough ammunition here to take down five of REX, not to mention we should hear anyone coming a mile away for all the explosives in this hall.

[Disconnecting the call, he leaned heavily on the door frame and sighed...though the faintest smirk came to his face. It was as Otacon had once said--Liquid was happiest when he was fighting. He was in his element now...except he had people to protect. That was different, and he just hoped it wouldn't change anything.]

((Open to anyone against BB/looking for a place to hide out. <3))