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Who:

icequeen_aran,

things_go_boom,

pedaltothemetal,

pkmachomega,

noheroesinwar
What: TIME TO FIND METAL GEAR REX but what else will be found?
Where: ALASKA
When: DATE FLEXIBLE; let's say December 21st for now.
Warnings: Lash, Bounty Hunters, Alaskan Wolf Dogs and so forth.

Samus had had it. She was frustrated. She was aggravated. After months of searching, she still couldn't find Metal Gear REX. Granted, several of those months were riddled with interruptions like tiki island curses and the usual teaching job grind, but I digress.

REX was easily not the biggest threat out there, but at this point it had become a war of attrition on her patience and perhaps her pride too. What kind of bounty hunter could she call herself if she couldn't hunt down walking tank armed with nuclear weapons? Even the slippery local murder had somehow still eluded everyone's sights, including hers. REX was easily four stories tall--something like that shouldn't be too hard to miss. It was once somewhere very close to the Smash Academy, so where could it of possibly gone?

Otacon knew. Or... the old Otacon knew. Samus had been stubbornly resisting going to Otacon for help but was running out of options and clues.

Her recent spat with Falcon, (while currently resolved... for the most...) had her favoring less friendly and lawful methods of information retrieval. Falcon wanted her to stay away from Otacon? Fine. Sure. She wouldn't go directly to Otacon, even if the scientist was her best and only lead.

Samus hunkered down at her computer, fingers swiftly typing away. She was going to hack into Otacon's computer and take what she needed instead.

With any luck, he'd never know about it either.

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"Uh, yes."

He was, in fact, already pulling into the parking lot.

"Come out whenever you're ready. I'll be waiting."

And so he did. In no time at all, the redhead was out in the parking lot, dressed for Alaska complete with backpack and also a bag of chips he was ravenously working at. He spotted Falcon's car from a mile away, trying to contain the excitement he was feeling at the idea of actually being able to ride in it. Oh, man. He walked up to the passenger's side window.

"Hey, Coach Falcon."

The cockpit swung open, revealing that the driver's seat had been shifted forward to make room for a passenger. "Hop in. Seatbelts go over your shoulders and clip in the middle." Hopefully it would be pretty self-explainatory.

"I guess I owe you a little bit more of an explanation," he said cooly as he waited for the student to strap in. "If I'm correct, Lash has apparently run off to Alaska on an errand with Miss Aran. I'm not sure how much Lash would have told you, but there's only one reason why Miss Aran would be off to Alaska and it has to do with potentially sensitive material. This might get a little dangerous."

Edited 2012-02-06 23:04 (UTC)

Claus listened to the football coach talk as he strapped himself into the seat, hoping Falcon wouldn't think it too rude if he continued to eat from the chip bag. He quirked an eyebrow at the last comment. Dangerous was fine-- Claus lived for adventure after all, that had always been true. But... the sensitive material part he was less used to.

"Why did you decide to take me?"

Little did Claus know that Falcon was going to make him VACUUM UP EVERY CRUMB.

But later. Right now, there was Alaska to drive to. Yes, drive. Such were the advantages of being able to hit the speed of sound--and as soon as they'd pulled out of the school and found a highway, that's exactly what Falcon would be doing.

In the meantime, he could answer Claus' questions. "I thought you might know what Lash is up to."

He would curse his seemingly unending hunger at that time, but for now he remained blissfully ignorant.

"Well, that's no mystery. If it wasn't her idea, she's just going along with Ms. Aran for the heck of it. She can't resist stuff like that."

A quality that was at once exhausting and endearing.

"I figured."

He had to admit, it was difficult not to have any leads on Lash's involvement, or why Samus would even involve her in the first place. It was exceedingly infuriating, and the trip quickly devolved into silence as Falcon did what he did best--drive and sulk.

If Claus could even make out the scenery given how fast they were going, he might notice that after the passage of a few hours, things were starting to look quite a bit more...northerly.

Boy, it was only a little awkward to drive all the way to Alaska in silence. Good thing it went by a little faster than usual. He spent a lot of his time looking out the window, unable to resist a slight widening of the eyes and even a little smile. Sure, there had been snow in FDC, but this was a whole different thing.

"We almost there?" He hoped it was ok that he was breaking the silence, Falcon could probably do to lighten up just a bit.

Falcon was silent for most of the ride, figuring it was best to keep his eyes on the road, especially when they were literally driving to Alaska at several times the speed of sound. It was only when Claus spoke again did he realize that they were nearing their destination.

"Yeah," he answered. "I'm not sure exactly where in Alaska they are." It was a pretty big state, after all. "But I have an idea."

Claus was still looking out the window, face propped up in his hands, smile still on his face.

"What are we planning on doing when we get there?"