Of all the places to get captured. I need to find my gear.
You'd think after watching the world's biggest conspiracy theory literally crash right into the middle of downtown Manhattan that few things would faze Raiden. But here he was, finger to his ear desperately trying to codec someone--anyone--familiar. This was crazy. This was insane! He'd just gotten out of a space ship only to land back inside of another one again, somehow.
This ship wasn't anything like what he'd seen before (limited experiences aside). The AI was chipper and friendly and wasn't talking about brainwashing censorship of the masses. A bit more familiarly, there were the sounds of muffled voices and not-so-distant heavy footsteps unmistakeably weighed down by thick armor. Probably bullet proof. It also sounded like there was a giant dog-sized rat crawling around the ventilation system. Just great.
Raiden tried to keep his voice down as he very cautiously slipped around corners and in shadows.
"Snake? Do you copy? Otacon?"
Worst of all; Raiden was naked. Every bit of the pale soldier's body was exposed, his junk barely covered by his other hand, his bar-code-esque tattoos striped across his thighs and arms bared all to see.
"Anyone?"
Ideally, he hoped he could get out of this without setting off any alerts and with no one seeing.
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You'd think after watching the world's biggest conspiracy theory literally crash right into the middle of downtown Manhattan that few things would faze Raiden. But here he was, finger to his ear desperately trying to codec someone--anyone--familiar. This was crazy. This was insane! He'd just gotten out of a space ship only to land back inside of another one again, somehow.
This ship wasn't anything like what he'd seen before (limited experiences aside). The AI was chipper and friendly and wasn't talking about brainwashing censorship of the masses. A bit more familiarly, there were the sounds of muffled voices and not-so-distant heavy footsteps unmistakeably weighed down by thick armor. Probably bullet proof. It also sounded like there was a giant dog-sized rat crawling around the ventilation system. Just great.
Raiden tried to keep his voice down as he very cautiously slipped around corners and in shadows.
"Snake? Do you copy? Otacon?"
Worst of all; Raiden was naked. Every bit of the pale soldier's body was exposed, his junk barely covered by his other hand, his bar-code-esque tattoos striped across his thighs and arms bared all to see.
"Anyone?"
Ideally, he hoped he could get out of this without setting off any alerts and with no one seeing.