#asksolidus

“Please. The Harrier wasn’t destroyed by any failure of the operators. We merely had an excellent opponent with impressive munitions. Simple as that.”

Solidus folded his arms over his chest and allowed a moment of silence to pass after his words. However, a little wry smirk grew on his lips after some slight deliberation, and he shrugged his large shoulders.

Solidus watched the woman, and felt his the grip of his blade handles under his fingers. He could kill her, right now… save himself a lot of trouble. Deal with her superiors, if she was a spy, when the moment came to pass. 

But, the daring side of him won out. The game was to complex too end right now. He would wait. He would watch. Harvest what info he could. And then, when she proved useless, she could be… removed.

“…what? If you love Ocelot, you must be more insane than I assumed.”

This revelation only complicated Solidus’s viewpoint on this person more. He narrowed his thought and decided she was either mentally unsound or unnaturally brilliant. Perhaps she really did have feelings for that traitorous son of a bitch, or perhaps this was all part of a long game. An attempt to fool Solidus in some grand fashion.

Could it be that… Ocelot was behind this?

Ocelot… traitorous, cruel, calculating… a man that the perfect clone very much wanted to see dead. Even if, in a warped way, their goals were… somewhat similar. 

If he was the cause of this deception… why? What would he stand to gain?

Or, perhaps he was merely paranoid. Perhaps this woman was merely mad. Either way, he had two options; one would be to dispose of her. It would leave an effective message to her superiors if she was a spy, and it would give Solidus some peace of mind again is she was just a lunatic.

The other would be to monitor her, and perhaps reap more information if she was indeed what Solidus assumed.

The clone scowled. Either option was tricky. He’d have to decide soon.

Solidus stared at the revolver… and yes, he recognized it. He spent a large chuck of his youth pouring over the CIA files on the Virtuous Mission and Operation Snake Eater. Major Ocelot was what he was known then, and he did indeed meet Big Boss. Furthermore, Adamska was the name Ocelot gave Solidus when he once served him… but he could scarcely trust any information Ocelot, of all people, gave him. Regardless, this woman knew her facts… yet nothing that proved to Solidus that she really was the person she claimed to be.

Not only that, hearing Big Boss called papa was surreal. This Liquid, even he or she or whatever even was Liquid, had to be deranged. And hardly helped her case that she really was his sibling.

“Circumstantial evidence. Nothing more.”

Regardless, it was a fascinating discussion nonetheless. What was her angle?

Solidus regarded those words carefully. She knew… quite a bit of the circumstances of Les Enfant Terribles project’s sons, yet even then, that was just knowledge anyone with powerful connections could obtain. It was concerning…

Was this a ploy? Was she… some sort of Patriot spy? Solidus could not be sure. And that was dangerous.

“And you expect me to just believe that?”He scoffed, and crossed his broad arms over his powerful chest. Already, he was losing patience.