Strutting along, as he always does.

[liquid_serpent]

[Liquid's face told a story. His face was contorted into an expression of pure confusion and moderate anger. How dare he be pulled into this place without his authority! Who had done this and why? He walked along a corridor, wondering where on earth he was. One minute he was at the Shadow Moses Island facility with Metal Gear REX, the next he was here.

Wherever here was. He strutted forward in his long greatcoat. He wore nothing to cover his well-toned chest, but wore a heavy belt secured to his combat pants. He looked like a man who had seen war and a deal of jealousy coursed through his veins. He was a man on a mission. A mission of destruction and vengeance. Liquid Snake ran a hand through his blond hair and let his gaze fall to his feet.]

Why am I here? What purpose is there for me to be here? Well, is anyone hearing this? I demand to know why I am here! [His voice rose in pitch at his last words. Anger denouncing through every word.]

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[agentmiller]

[ Oh, hey, a kindred spirit in the ego department. ] I'm not even going to bother with the why but I can address the what with 'absolutely nothing'. I think the only thing I've learned is how not to go stir crazy.

[ Matt's eyes flit to the gun and then back up to the man's face. He holds his hands up in a placating manner, taking one measly step back; he should have looked closer before talking. How did he miss that, coat or no? ] Matt, Matt Miller. I've been here about three months, tops.

[liquid_serpent]

[Liquid smirked. He loved it how weaker men fell to their knees at his presence. Maybe it was the naked chest of muscle or his powerful voice? He thanked his father for giving him some decent attributes.]

Matt Miller. Well then, Matt. Who is in charge here? Can you answer me that?

[agentmiller]

[ He allows his hands to fall to his sides, albeit slowly. ]

As much as I would like to, no. There is a woman that may know the answer to that though. She speaks over the intercom occasionally and likes to keep things cryptic. I want to say that she's redirecting the feed because we haven't been able to locate her on the premises at all. ... But there's no feasible way to track her; the computers here are next to useless. Even if they were functional, they wouldn't do much good without upgrades - they're practically ancient.

[liquid_serpent]

It all sounds like a trap to keep us here to me. But why? What purpose could this woman possible have for trapping random strangers within this school? [It didn't make any sense to him.]

Ancient computers? Could you show me to them?

[agentmiller]

If we knew the answer to that-- well, I'm not sure what could be done but it would at least be more to go on than what we have.

[ 'Could'. How nice, the man's no longer all that threatening. ]

I can take you to them but I can assure you that if I can't get them running, they're a lost cause.

[liquid_serpent]

[Oh, he's still very dangerous Matt. Never forget that.]

You might not be able to make them work but I should be able. [He's got an inflated ego and a high IQ.]

[agentmiller]

[ Aside from his knowledge of Nyte Blayde, this is one subject Matt refuses to be second in. He may not want to bring up his criminal background but it wouldn't hurt to divulge a little about his days as a gang leader, would it? Mentioning the NEMO chair is out of the question though it would have been nice - would've earned a few brownie points for certain. Can't really mention any of the illicit activities he got up to while in the Syndicate either. Ugh, what can he say? ]

Yes, of course, because the man so gifted at his craft that MI6 recruited him at the young age of sixteen doesn't know his way around a computer.

[ Good enough. He crosses his arms. ]

If you really want to set yourself up for failure, the closest set would be in the lounge.

[liquid_serpent]

I never set myself up for failure. How little faith you have for someone so young. A pity. [He smirked and wondered where this lounge was.]

Would you mind giving me directions to this lounge?

[agentmiller]

I can take you there myself. Here, follow me.

[ Matt uncrosses his arms and turns on his heel, retreating down the hallway. He will certainly relish the fact that this man will be cut down a notch when he can't fix a computer that should in essence be operational. ]

You'll find that this place doesn't adhere to any sort of rule you've come to expect back home - things that should work don't, things that shouldn't be possible are.