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The one guard on duty seemed to be more interested in wasting time than actual protecting his area, and Snake grinned. You could always trust the US government to hire the woefully inadequate.

Snake settled back into the shadows and opened his gun to quickly count his remaining bullets. It'd be easier to shoot the poor bastard and continue on his way, but he didn't know what kind of force waited on the other side of the door. His best bet would be to conserve his shots by taking the guard out manually. Plan settled, Snake stood and moved out of the safety of the dark.

The guard had found some book of interest and had put his gun on a nearby table so he could flip through the pages with hands unfettered. Snake crept in silence, his years of training had made him an expert in covert military operations.

As fast as his name implied, Snake grabbed the guard and pulled him into a headlock. "Stay quiet," he warned when the man struggled, "And maybe you'll live to see tomorrow."

"Don't kill me! I don't know anything!" The guard gasped and wiggled in Snake's tight embrace.

"I could tell," Snake replied dryly as he dragged him out of the light and into the secluded hallway.

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