Chapter 23: Tactical Espionage Action: Solid Fake.

Chapter 23: Tactical Espionage Action: Solid Fake.

Oh, nuts! It would now seem that circumstances were once more conspiring to get me in trouble with someone who could potentially cause me a lot of physical pain. Perhaps the time had come to cut my losses and run for my life? This seemed like a really good idea, considering that I didn't actually have any losses to cut in this situation.

It's not like I knew any of these people, right?

Oh, wait. I can't actually do anything that would allow me to escape. Why not? Because Libby had shut down all the nifty skills and magic that I'd acquired.

Honestly, that didn't really bother me at all, because now if I were brutally murdered within the next 20 seconds or so, it would be completely her fault and she would feel so bad about it!

She'd beg for my forgiveness, but I'd be no mood to listen because I'd be dead and she would weep and gnash her teeth, and howl towards the sky while holding my body in the pouring rain. Real dramatic stuff like that.

Max! Oh, Max! What have I dooooone? Shed howl.

Too late, Libby. Far, far too late!

One: I dont have a body, so I wouldnt be able to hold your corpse in the rain. Two: If I had a body, I still wouldnt hold your corpse in the rain! Three: If you were to die, Id join you involuntarily, so please dont die. Four, stop letting your mind wander and talk to this woman before she kills us!

Oh, who am I kidding? Id forgive her a split second! Libby and I were friends.

Okay. Focus, Max. Theres a surefire solution to this problem that any red-blooded man who was born in the late twentieth century can use to get out of any mess. And that was to set aside his ego and ask WWSSD?

What would Solid Snake do?

Who is Solid Snake you find yourself asking?

Ha! Im more than happy to answer that question. Solid Snake was the greatest human being who ever lived. He was a warrior, a lover, and a philosopher. A reluctant killer with the heart of a poet, who dedicated his life to opposing the relentless ambitions of the global military industrial complex that was embodied in the soulless mechanized war machine known and feared asMetal Gear. The ultimate terror!

Eventually Snakes burdens became too heavy for even him to bear. After the decisive battle with his evil clone brother who was in actuality this really horny old Russian guy that was in love with his dad, Snake left the battlefield forever, to embrace his final days in peace, in the company of his loved ones. Because real warriors arent afraid to let go of the past.

But just because Snakes war was over, didnt mean that war itself was over. It was up to a new generation to take up his mantle and fight for a lasting peace...

The fields might be different, and the reasons often vary, but war?

War...never changes.

You were doing so well, but you totally flubbed the last part.

Did I, Libby?

Why does your voice sound so raspy?

Ill leave that for you to figure out.

Wait, are youyoure not really going to talk to her while doing a Solid Snake voice, are you?

Sometimes you just have to use whats on hand. A soldiers creativity can often be the greatest weapon of all.

No, no, dont do this! Max! Max, answer me! Max? MAAAAAAAAAX!

I mentally tied a bandana around my head.

Whether you like me or not doesnt give you the right to harass me, I replied to the Knight.

What? Well, youre the one who appeared out of nowhere, she said defensively.

Appeared out of nowhere? I sneered. I was just walking down the path of what I assume is a public road. Or can a noble rich girl like you declare ownership at will? Must be nice being able to do whatever you want thanks to Daddys money, huh?

Excuse me? You dont know a damn thing about me! she protested.

I know youre heavy-handed with your authority, and a little too comfortable pointing that sword at a stranger. If Im missing any other details then fill free to correct me, after you introduce yourself, oh Lady Knight.

She sheathed her sword and stared at me, both irritated and embarrassed. Tch. She was a typical officer-type, bound by rules of conduct, and unable to adapt beyond the protocol drilled into her skull by teachers whod likely never been baptized in the hell of war.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Well, he didn't have to abandon his honor either!" Rsachel snapped before stopping herself. "No. No, I apologize, Max. My conflicted feelings for my father have nothing to do with you.

Take a chance on me, Rachel. Bite the bullet.

Bitethe bullet? she asked. I dont understand what that means.

Its an old idiom where I come from. It means, things are going to be painful anyway, so you may as well accept that and get things over with. In our situation, that means you shouldnt be so hesitant to accept my help. Im offering you my assistance. Take it.

Rachel looked me over, scrutinizing me carefully. Then she said, Ill admit that you do have an aura of capability about yourself. But I just cant be certain youll survive if I let you join us

RAIDERS! screamed a lookout, before blowing a horn. Raiders coming in fast from the south!

Damn it! Rachel said as she mounted her horse and swiftly drew her blade. She turned to say something but then another horn blew. Raiders coming in from the north! screamed a panicked voice.

These bastards have us pincered! Damn them all. All right, Max, if youre as good in a fight as you imply you are, this will be your chance to shine

CIRCLE UP! I yelled, pushing my voice out until the entire caravan could hear me .

CIRCLE THE FUCK UP! Get these wagons in a circular formation RIGHT NOW! Based on their distance, weve got five minutes until theyre within our range of engagement. Get these wagons in a closed off circle and get the horses and anyone who cant fight in its center surrounded by our defenders! Well force these cowards to fight us on our own terms!

Circling the wagons said Rachel thoughtfully. Ohoh, I like that! Do as this man says at once! Circle the wagons!" she commanded as she waved her sword.

Honestly, I didnt know if this would be a practical tactic or not. I just remembered all those old westerns my grandpa used to watch, where caravans would be attacked by native tribes and the leader would always scream Circle the wagons!

Apparently, that wasnt something that was done around here. Until now, that was.

Have we got any casters available? I asked.

Just Earth mages, Rachel said dismissively. Nothing useful in a fight.

Wrong!

What do you mean?

People value offensive magic too much. Defense-wise, Earth mages are a nightmare against a ground-based enemy. Have them tear up the land surrounding us, make it as uneven as possible and jot it with potholes

Potholes? Im sorry, what is a pothole?

Ankle deep holes in uneven terrain, I informed her.

Got it! I see...theyll come charging in on horseback, or racing to us on foot

And drop right into our nasty little surprises. Have your bowmen save their shots until the enemy starts falling, then pepper them with arrows while theyre helpless!

You really have done this before, havent you, Max? Rachel asked with an expression that alternated between being a beaming smile and a malicious grin.

Just because it has to be done, doesnt mean that I like it, I solemnly told her like the reluctant hero of a thousand battles I was pretending to be.

Ha! Well, I like it just fine, Mercenary! Rachel looked me over once more, and this time her expression was a lot friendlier. Lets talk some more if you survive this, she said.

Talk about what, I wonder? I asked.

She leaned in close and said, Ill leave that to your imagination.

Too bad. Mines pretty inventive, I said wryly.

Well, lets see if we cant put it to the test, then, she smirked.

"KILL THE HEATHENS! The GODS DEMAND IT!" screamed some jerk with a wild beard, holding an iron cudgel, before his horse tripped and dismounted him.

Why do people like him aways show up whenever a conversation starts getting interesting?