☮ 010; [audio-->video]
[Careless, careless, careless. Sometimes, he was just so damned stupid. All Otacon had wanted to do today was go looking for spare parts for Samus's under-construction suit. But as he was known to do, the engineer had gotten a bit too lost in his work. He hadn't taken note of the time, and had been a little more than halfway back to the somewhat-secret base they called home when the sirens sounded.]
[And it was in the process of heading home that Hal Emmerich found himself pursued by creatures Lovecraft might dream up after playing nothing but survival horror games. The audio feed starts with the slamming of a door and gasping for breath--as if he'd found a momentary shelter in some abandoned building after god knows how much running.]
Snake, Liquid, Jack, Triela, anyone, I think I might need some help. [Otacon's tone was edged with panic, as if he was attempting to keep himself calm and failing.] I'm totally cut off here...I'm a block or two from home, but those things are everywhere, I don't think I can get past them.
[A few seconds of silence, followed by a quiet laugh. It occurred to Otacon that even if all his housemates came to help, they'd only get hurt. Someone would die regardless, most likely--so wasn't it better to limit the casualties as much as possible?]
...no, forget it. Don't come looking for me. This is my own fault, after all. I don't want anyone else to die in front of me--
[There was a crashing noise, as if whatever was outside desperately wanted in. Otacon made a surprised sound that was almost a squeak, followed by the sound of quick and stumbling footsteps.]
Should've known...god, I'm so sorry. Causing all this trouble for you guys...I don't want to die, I don't want to die...
[His breath was ragged, panicked; the realization that he was about to die (and worse, die alone) was setting in. It should have scared him more than it did. Maybe he was in some odd sort of shock.]
If this is it...there's just one thing left to do. [Silence, save for the banging from outside and some rapid-fire button presses on Otacon's NV.]
[Without warning, there was the sudden and loud sound of someone getting struck hard and crashing into a wall. The NV fell to the floor, the jostling turning the function to video of a dark wall. Scrambling, quiet fearful noises as Otacon whimpered something unintelligible--then an agonized, horrified scream along with the sound of tearing and bones cracking.]
[He hit the floor lifeless with a heavy thud, a blood-soaked pale hand and labcoat visible about six inches from the camera.]
[The 'one thing' he spoke of is an attached file--a short text message and record of a video conversation guarded under the most secure filters a panicked genius hacker could manage.]
(Private to Kazuhira Miller)
attachment.wmv
I'm sorry.
[brb respawning]
[And it was in the process of heading home that Hal Emmerich found himself pursued by creatures Lovecraft might dream up after playing nothing but survival horror games. The audio feed starts with the slamming of a door and gasping for breath--as if he'd found a momentary shelter in some abandoned building after god knows how much running.]
Snake, Liquid, Jack, Triela, anyone, I think I might need some help. [Otacon's tone was edged with panic, as if he was attempting to keep himself calm and failing.] I'm totally cut off here...I'm a block or two from home, but those things are everywhere, I don't think I can get past them.
[A few seconds of silence, followed by a quiet laugh. It occurred to Otacon that even if all his housemates came to help, they'd only get hurt. Someone would die regardless, most likely--so wasn't it better to limit the casualties as much as possible?]
...no, forget it. Don't come looking for me. This is my own fault, after all. I don't want anyone else to die in front of me--
[There was a crashing noise, as if whatever was outside desperately wanted in. Otacon made a surprised sound that was almost a squeak, followed by the sound of quick and stumbling footsteps.]
Should've known...god, I'm so sorry. Causing all this trouble for you guys...I don't want to die, I don't want to die...
[His breath was ragged, panicked; the realization that he was about to die (and worse, die alone) was setting in. It should have scared him more than it did. Maybe he was in some odd sort of shock.]
If this is it...there's just one thing left to do. [Silence, save for the banging from outside and some rapid-fire button presses on Otacon's NV.]
[Without warning, there was the sudden and loud sound of someone getting struck hard and crashing into a wall. The NV fell to the floor, the jostling turning the function to video of a dark wall. Scrambling, quiet fearful noises as Otacon whimpered something unintelligible--then an agonized, horrified scream along with the sound of tearing and bones cracking.]
[He hit the floor lifeless with a heavy thud, a blood-soaked pale hand and labcoat visible about six inches from the camera.]
[The 'one thing' he spoke of is an attached file--a short text message and record of a video conversation guarded under the most secure filters a panicked genius hacker could manage.]
(Private to Kazuhira Miller)
attachment.wmv
I'm sorry.
[brb respawning]