voice; private to Liquid and Snake
[The noise was perceived more like a loud pop than anything else. Some combination of air bags and shattering glass crunching metal all happening so instantly that it blended into one single loud sound, and a sharp motion so fast he barely felt it happening. Rank white powdery smoke obscured his senses of smell and sight, but it was dissipating quickly, out the missing front window. And then he knew, someone had hit him, probably slid on the black ice the news had warned about. Someone rushing to get home to beat the sirens at the last minute.]
[He was hurt. Shock held back pain, but he knew he was damaged. His left arm wouldn't move, couldn't pull out his communicator or try the crooked door. He clenched his teeth and tried the other arm, thick little pieces of glass sliding off of it as he managed to twist the ignition key off. He then tried reaching over to his left side, but the movement made him hiss and fall back.]
[Then he sat still, panting, letting at least a minute tick by before he had to tell himself that there was no time. The sirens would blare any minute...]
[He reached for his left pocket, carefully avoiding moving his torso, and pulled out his NV. Something warm and wet trickled down over his left eye as he dialed a voice filter that only Snake and Liquid could hear. He closed that eye, focusing with the right.]
...Pick up, you bastards.
[He was hurt. Shock held back pain, but he knew he was damaged. His left arm wouldn't move, couldn't pull out his communicator or try the crooked door. He clenched his teeth and tried the other arm, thick little pieces of glass sliding off of it as he managed to twist the ignition key off. He then tried reaching over to his left side, but the movement made him hiss and fall back.]
[Then he sat still, panting, letting at least a minute tick by before he had to tell himself that there was no time. The sirens would blare any minute...]
[He reached for his left pocket, carefully avoiding moving his torso, and pulled out his NV. Something warm and wet trickled down over his left eye as he dialed a voice filter that only Snake and Liquid could hear. He closed that eye, focusing with the right.]
...Pick up, you bastards.