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typingatlightspeed · 19 days ago

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Metal Gear/TF2 Crossover - cp_shadow_moses_event Chapter 3

Snake's in the building, the stage is set, now it's time for everyone to get into their places! Spy takes a moment to show appreciation for a master of his artform, while Heavy comes to an understanding with a fellow practitioner of the art of torture. Medic meets the biggest man he's ever seen and gets a little starry-eyed about it. Ocelot's just so, so fucking done already and it's all just getting started!

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I hope people are reading and enjoying these so far. This baby's been a lot of work and continues to be, and it's kind of been mostly radio silence, so I'm not gonna lie, it's been a little discouraging. If you are, please gimme a reblog or at least drop me a comment or a line. Thanks.

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"He's inside the building. Get into place," Ocelot hissed, leaning against the wall beside the holding cell's entrance.

Decoy Octopus knelt over the rotting body of the late DARPA chief, Donald Anderson. "Just checking for any final discrepancies," he assured Ocelot, spreading the corpse's eye open with his fingers and studying details. It was more than a little difficult with how milky it had gone with decomposition.

"He's never met Anderson," Ocelot assured him. "So long as you match the file photo he's probably been shown, it'll be fine. You're working off of his memory of an image he's probably seen once, and I can assure you, the image resolution isn't going to be anything to stress about."

"I do things right, Ocelot," Octopus stated firmly, letting go of Anderson's corpse and standing, turning to the Russian with a frown. He wore a perfect duplicate of Anderson's face, Anderson's body, Anderson's mannerisms and voice. "But you're not Ocelot, are you?"

"Bravo," hummed the RED Spy, dropping his disguise.

"Thought I smelled smoke," Octopus hummed, unimpressed. "Surprised you got this far from REX's hangar unnoticed."

"What can I say? Professional curiosity has gotten the better of me. There are few in the field of impersonation-based espionage so lauded as the infamous Decoy Octopus," Spy purred, smiling warmly to the subject of his flattery.

Octopus didn't dignify it. "You have one for each of us?"

"Except for yourself. Rare would be the occasion one would have to disguise as you out of disguise, after all. The mystery of the man behind it all remains intact." Spy tucked his disguise kit into his jacket pocket, an eyebrow canting up. "Is it true what they say? That you receive a blood transfusion from your subjects when preparing?"

That got Octopus to crack a bit. The Frenchman knew his stuff. "It is. Hard to be a perfect double if a simple blood test'll give me away."

"Yes, simple," Spy hummed. He had to respect the dedication, even if it was absolutely insane. "But please, don't let me keep you, Octopus. Solid Snake is in the building, and this is your cue, mon ami."

Octopus nodded in reply, leaving the cell and striding off with purpose. Before he left, he paused. "Your impression's good," he said. "Spytron kits don't do voice modulation."

"No... no they don't," Spy replied, in Ocelot's voice.

A soft chuckle hefted out of Octopus, and he slipped out the door.

Ocelot snarled as he slammed down his radio, glowering at the mercenaries currently going over a map to the base, a few of them talking strategy while the one in the helmet picked his nose, clearly bored out of his skull. He knew hiring these idiots would draw the other Mann brother's attention, BLU already knocking at their front door with violent aplomb.

And where both Mann brothers were, that old witch wouldn't be far behind.

Dimly, he noticed that their spy wasn't with them. He tried not to let that worry him too much right now. He had enough irons in the fire. He picked the radio back up and switched to Liquid's frequency. "Boss, we have a complication. The heliport's been taken; you'll need to land Turns out Redmond isn't the only Mann brother aware of this op. BLU controls that point now, and are currently gearing up to push inside, from what the cameras are showing."

"BLU is here? God's sake, man, have you sent the REDs to intercept?"

"Not yet, Boss. They're going over the facility's layout right now. Also, your dear brother's currently in the vents, so we wouldn't want to trouble him just yet. Octopus is getting into place."

"If he's inside, that's our priority. We don't want to jeopardize that by catching him in the crossfire, and they do not have clearance to be in on the plan."

"What's the move, Boss?" Ocelot knew what he would prefer, but it would require more than six shots.

"He's going to be busy for a while. Send RED in to try and push them back to the heliport. Orders are not to engage Solid Snake under any circumstances, even if it means falling back or taking detours. Their priority is keeping the Australium safe. If they lose ground in the process, so be it."

"Roger." Ocelot sighed. This had gone from clever to stupid in no time flat. Taking a deep breath to center himself, he whirled on his heel, casually ambling over to the assembled REDs, his spurs jingling with each step. "Gentlemen! A moment of your time?"

The REDs came to some form of attention, turning to regard the approaching FOXHOUND member. Their soldier continued picking his nose, uninterested. Their heavy weapons specialist looked him up and down, his eyes widening just so in recognition.

"You," he said pointedly, his accent thick. "I know you."

"Do you, now?" Ocelot asked, smiling placidly.

It was the sort of smile that never reached the eyes, a mask worn to hide a man's true feelings and motives, and even more to refuse any indication of surprise or intrigue. Heavy hated that kind of smile. It was deeply patronizing in an arrogant way. Spy wore it often, pleasant yet mocking, and it made Heavy wonder if that was just how people like them were trained to behave.

"You're the GRU's prodigal son," Heavy replied, switching to Russian, "their favourite dog, who broke his chain. You made your name in the sharashkas before the Soviets tried to take Afghanistan. The Afghanis named you Shalashaska. Oh yes, I know you."

That had cracked the mask a little, a sparkle leaping to the old man's eyes as his eyebrow canted upward. That awful smile transitioned subtly from placid neutrality to smugness. "You know my work."

"I know your reputation, that you're known as a virtuoso in the art of torture. A sadist who takes ecstatic joy in destroying men for information." Heavy's face stayed unreadable, his eyes hard and sharp. "And yet, in spite of so many canvases presented to you by the Party, you left the Motherland, defecting to America."

Ocelot's smile finally reached his eyes, impressed by the florid words of the hulking giant before him. "Some things are more important than your homeland," he hummed, meeting the larger man's gaze sternly.

"Especially when your homeland must suffer the indignity of rulership by evil men; cowards and cronies who think they can cow her and her people," Heavy replied with a curt nod.

And like that, Ocelot's moustache twitched as his lip curled in a smirk. He'd judged the giant right. "I've heard of you too, comrade. What you did to that gulag was quite the work of art, yourself."

It was Heavy's turn to smirk. "It's important to love what you do. What I do is kill cowards."

Scout let out an annoyed groan, scrubbing a hand over his face. "So are you guys done flirtin' in Russian or what? Weren't you gonna give us some marchin' orders, Pistol Bobcat?"

Both Russians turned a glare at the mouthy American, making him shrink away and tuck himself entirely behind Medic and out of their line of sight.

Ocelot let a long sigh out through his nose and pivoted. "There's been a complication. Builder's League United has deployed to the island, and have taken control of the heliport at the southern entrance of the facility."

Immediately, Soldier blundered past anyone between himself and Ocelot, seemingly activated. "THE BLUS ARE HERE?!" he barked. "Finally, some action! What are our orders, General?"

Ocelot scowled. "They're going to try and take the tank hangar next. Defend it, try and push them back to the heliport." "We will defend that hangar with our lives!" Soldier barked.

"The hangar isn't as important as the Australium. Keep that in mind. But even more important is the operation we're running here. There's a man currently crawling into the hangar. He's a dead ringer for Liquid; different hair colour. Code name Solid Snake." Demoman looked to Sniper and mouthed, 'Solid Snake?' silently, and mimed jerking off, earning a soft snicker from the other man.

"Do not engage him under any circumstances. The boss has personal beef with him," Ocelot explained, leveling a glare at each mercenary in turn. "If combat against BLU might interfere with him, you are to fall back, no argument."

"Retreat?" Soldier blustered, scandalized.

"Tactics," Ocelot corrected firmly, brows settling into a straight line as he came to terms with how little he was getting through to the barrel-chested idiot.

"Aye, dinnae worry," Demoman assured him, throwing an arm around Soldier. "We'll keep a leash on this retriever."

The way Soldier's mouth fell open in joy at being half-hugged made the canine description fit like a glove. Ocelot wanted to kill every single one of them and then fling himself into the Bering Sea.

Vulcan Raven approached the group, broad and towering over everyone, even Heavy. He was shirtless, covered in tattoos, and demanded attention just by his proximity alone. "Once the hangar is either taken or held, Solid Snake will need to exit to the snowfield beyond. That's where I'll be waiting for him. Any retreat falls back past me to the disposal building."

"Just you?" Medic asked, looking the massive man over with wide, sparkling eyes, ignoring the dirty look Heavy gave him for gawking at the giant.

"Just me. And a field of claymore mines. And a tank," Raven assured him with humour in his voice.

Medic seemed to sag just a bit, clearly disappointed that this wouldn't be a hand-to-hand show of force. "Ah. I see."

Ocelot cut off any further chatter. "Begin your preparation. That door will hold, but for who knows how long? And you have limited time before Snake makes his way into the hangar."

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