With a grunt, he tossed you into the helicopter. Your arms and legs were bound in coarse rope and you seemed less than pleased about the whole ordeal, though the same could be said for Snake who looked equally as pissed off at having to deal with a mouthy kid and his switchblade and machete. "You can sit down. Shut up and be nice or I'll put a gag in your mouth, do I make myself clear?" He cast a glare your way as he and the scantily clad woman entered the helicopter, taking care to step over your restrained form before yanking you up into one of the seats beside him. A wolf-dog sat happily panting across from your as it began licking at some of the wounds you'd gotten from the many blows Snake had dealt from flinging you back down onto the floor of the beached ship. He was sure you had splinters or some road rash but he wasn't willing to spend a first-aid spray on you. If you complained about it he would most likely just tell you to "rub some dirt on it and stop whining", though internally he made a note to swing you and your child soldiers friends by the med-bay just for a basic check-up if nothing else. Your skin still burned from where he'd delivered a sharp electric shock through your body with the use of his prosthetic and while he admitted it might have been overkill, he figured that since you had a machete and your peers had guns it was more than acceptable to use his own level of force if for nothing else then just to get the fight over with quicker.