[thirteenth bullet] action
[Liquid had gotten tired of waiting in Violet for his father to show his face. Despite the fact that the snow was coming down so thick that he could hardly see two feet in front of his face and the temperatures weren't climbing out of the low teens, the British soldier left the safety of his hotel room in pursuit of Big Boss. He would find him, come hell, high water, or, in this case, a blizzard.]
[He would find him. He had to find him. His father was out here somewhere, the cycloptic bastard, and Liquid was going to find him and tear out his heart. Or something. He really hadn't decided what he was going to do very far beyond 'fight and win'.]
[Liquid bowed his head and hunched his shoulders against the wind, plowing his way through the blizzard like an icebreaker ship through a frozen sea. His father was close, he was somewhere around here-- he could feel it in his bones.]
[Or maybe that was just frostbite. Hard to tell.]
--!
[Liquid tripped over something dark in the snow.]
[He would find him. He had to find him. His father was out here somewhere, the cycloptic bastard, and Liquid was going to find him and tear out his heart. Or something. He really hadn't decided what he was going to do very far beyond 'fight and win'.]
[Liquid bowed his head and hunched his shoulders against the wind, plowing his way through the blizzard like an icebreaker ship through a frozen sea. His father was close, he was somewhere around here-- he could feel it in his bones.]
[Or maybe that was just frostbite. Hard to tell.]
--!
[Liquid tripped over something dark in the snow.]