[ Just like that, his mysterious benefactor is gone. Headed for the back entrance, he says, which is where Snake's planned escape route is bound to take him. That probably isn't a coincidence, and so Snake can get to the bottom of this strange setup just as soon as he frees himself.
Unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as smoothly as he would have liked, but Snake is also used to things going belly-up on him. They don't actually give him the ordered loadout until he's been forced (by three armored men) into the ring.
His opponent is a kid who looks like he's in his twenties and judging from his stance (or lack thereof), he doesn't have any combat training. The referee pauses in front of Snake to remove his cuffs, which makes the urge to punch him out right then and there almost too strong, but Snake restrains himself.
Next he's handed the knife, the gloves, and the taser. It's not a bad loadout and he could do plenty of damage with these weapons in hand, but it's the taser that interests him the most. The worst he plans to do here is stun.
The fight begins and he moves in close, feinting with a punch so that he can speak to his so-called opponent under his breath. ] I don't know about you, but I'm getting out of here. [ The man gives him a wide-eyed stare, but nods. As Snake had guessed, he doesn't want anything to do with this either. ]
Follow me if you can. [ With that Snake pivots on his heel and runs for the caged bars surrounding the ring. It takes some effort, but he climbs his way up the bars -- it's a little bit like rappelling in reverse. Once he makes it to the cage's ceiling, he hangs from the bars at the top and uses them like monkey bars until he reaches a hatch in the center. The gloves he'd been given allow him the grip and traction that he needs to hold on.
By then there's gasps of amazement and outraged yells coming from outside the ring, but Snake focuses on swinging himself forward until he can kick at the hatch, flinging it open. He pulls himself out and then leaps down from the top of the cage, rolling as he falls and then springing to his feet.
From there on out, he's acting on instinct, running like a bat out of hell and striking out with a punch or a zap from the taser to take down anyone who actively tries to block his way. It takes some time to navigate the mess of hallways, but eventually he finds the back entrance that his supporter had indicated. ]
We need to get the hell out of here! [ Snake yells to the man as he books it down the corridor. The guy doesn't look like he's much for running, but if they can just get out of the building and around a few corners, they should be in the clear. ]
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Unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as smoothly as he would have liked, but Snake is also used to things going belly-up on him. They don't actually give him the ordered loadout until he's been forced (by three armored men) into the ring.
His opponent is a kid who looks like he's in his twenties and judging from his stance (or lack thereof), he doesn't have any combat training. The referee pauses in front of Snake to remove his cuffs, which makes the urge to punch him out right then and there almost too strong, but Snake restrains himself.
Next he's handed the knife, the gloves, and the taser. It's not a bad loadout and he could do plenty of damage with these weapons in hand, but it's the taser that interests him the most. The worst he plans to do here is stun.
The fight begins and he moves in close, feinting with a punch so that he can speak to his so-called opponent under his breath. ] I don't know about you, but I'm getting out of here. [ The man gives him a wide-eyed stare, but nods. As Snake had guessed, he doesn't want anything to do with this either. ]
Follow me if you can. [ With that Snake pivots on his heel and runs for the caged bars surrounding the ring. It takes some effort, but he climbs his way up the bars -- it's a little bit like rappelling in reverse. Once he makes it to the cage's ceiling, he hangs from the bars at the top and uses them like monkey bars until he reaches a hatch in the center. The gloves he'd been given allow him the grip and traction that he needs to hold on.
By then there's gasps of amazement and outraged yells coming from outside the ring, but Snake focuses on swinging himself forward until he can kick at the hatch, flinging it open. He pulls himself out and then leaps down from the top of the cage, rolling as he falls and then springing to his feet.
From there on out, he's acting on instinct, running like a bat out of hell and striking out with a punch or a zap from the taser to take down anyone who actively tries to block his way. It takes some time to navigate the mess of hallways, but eventually he finds the back entrance that his supporter had indicated. ]
We need to get the hell out of here! [ Snake yells to the man as he books it down the corridor. The guy doesn't look like he's much for running, but if they can just get out of the building and around a few corners, they should be in the clear. ]