“Hey, Skipper! Where’s the team?” Marlene asked as she entered the HQ.
Skipper shifted between cameras on his surveillance screen. “Oh, they’re out doing some recon while I watch the cameras. Unfortunately, natal is a time for crime. So, we’re cracking down until the holidays are over. What brings you here?” he replied.
“I was getting a little cold in my habitat and was hoping if it’d be cool if I stayed here until Alice bothered to turn up the heat,” Marlene told him....
Note: This shot is dedicated to GearSolidSnake, who requested it from me.
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“Rico!” Private called softly.
He stopped when he noticed light coming from storage. Furrowing his brow, he hopped up onto the windowsill for a closer look.
A dim light emanated from behind some crates. There were shadows — figures that moved along the walls. He tried to make out the shapes. His breath caught as he made out Rico’s mohawk. He pushed the window open and climbed inside.
He thankfully made it through without making any noise. Low voices drifted around the stack of crates, but...