Cry Wolf: Day Three

[volginswaifu]

[They should be used to Ivan's antics by now, but instead of the usual grandeur, today it was just plain old Ivan, clearly frustrated with his fuzzy TV reception and flickering lights

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[fancy_shooting]

[Liquid? Well damn. Ocelot liked him. And he knew Liquid was safe to talk to. Maybe the wolves knew what they were doing...]

Major Raikov isn't giving us much to go on...

[musthatefrogs]

They killed the American dog and supposedly his brood.

[The wolves could very well be trying to frame him. Sheep and wolves aside, it was a game of dogs and he was a lone beast against a connected pack.

Volgin did not offer Ocelot any of his usual sure, condescending gazes this time.]

Tell me, would you find these connected, Major?

[fancy_shooting]

Both of them seemed like pretty likely "sheep" to me. Maybe that's what the wolves thought too. Or maybe it had to do with who they talked to.

Or perhaps the wolves are picking blindly, but I don't think that's the case.

[musthatefrogs]

[The above never happened.]

Every cause has a purpose.

Seven sheep and two wolves, and that was their selection.

The scientist was on to something.

[fancy_shooting]

You think he was innocent, then? Or a half-honest wolf?

[musthatefrogs]

A wolf perhaps barking in treachery.

Ever killed an actual wolf?

[fancy_shooting]

Treachery? Not a chance, Colonel. Think about it. Wolves function as a team in these games. If one goes down but the other wins, then they both win as a unit. If he was a wolf, which looks very likely, his death speech was planned to assist his companion. He was probably trying to draw attention off of the other wolf by trying to put it on me.