[A long forgotten soldier in these parts, the Anti-Snake known as PYTHON arose from prone position with his XM177E2 rifle. The past few days were spent endurance training in the simulation of the Shadow Moses snowfield, engaged heavily in target practice and food/sleep deprivation. Not that he could partake in either given his sub-zero condition, but limits were willingly tested relentlessly. With the recent battle, the needed to be prepared was at the utmost. Python slung the weapon over his left shoulder...

...and walked toward a propped hunter's chair, adjacent to a downed HIND attack helicopter and a common portable beverage cooler. The desolate surroundings had become a favored campsite, seeing as how many of the other rooms in the nexus were just too bizarre to trespass. It's just too bad he wasn't informed of the significance of this simulation, nor its historical value to those of younger than him.]

No dingbats, no humid tropical weather, no weird world smashin' robots... best damn vacation I've had in years. But it's too damn quiet lately.

[sits down in the chair, opening a can of cold brew and guzzles - for as long as it remained in liquid form, before freezing in this climate.]

...hngh. This only means that Gene or Snake are involved in another damn skirmish somewhere. Friggin' idiots.





[bother this winter picnic? sure, go ahead.]

The 16th Floor.
Gathered intel had informed him it was one of the more 'normal' floors... with the exception being that the entire area was literally blanketed in snow. Couple in the cabin depicted in the distance, and he'd swear the heat might've truly got to his mind. Python's assumption that each one of these floors seemed to be either a gateway to different location on Earth... or some kind of hallucination so damned real, he wondered if he was comatose in some POW camp or friendly-infirmary somewhere in real life.

Either way, he grinned to the artic temperature... no game was apparent in sight, but there was a worn log fence leading to the cabin. Perfect for setting up random debris(cans!)for target practice in the peaceful meantime. Within a few minutes, 10 empty food cans were set along the fence. Python unslinged his XM177E2 carbine rifle, sat half knelt a good 50 meters from target, and took aim...
...Let's see if this new toy actually does the trick.