A bullet whizzed by his head and embedded itself in the stone of the ruble he was taking shelter behind. The situation felt too familiar for comfort and there was a good reason. Quiet had detailed in her memoir taps that she'd had a kid trained to be her successor and she'd given instructions on where he most likely was. Now, Snake sat in a shoot out with the kid in an arena almost identical to where he'd fought Quiet. He swore to himself and stole a look through his scope to spot the kid