In a hospital thousands of kilometres away, Revolver Ocelot was just finishing up an important phone call, having just come out from an important and successful arm transplant. “…It takes a well-balanced individual… such as yourself to rule the world. No, sir. No one knows that you were the third one…Solidus.”

As he continued talking on the phone, he flexed his new arm. It had been a stroke of genius, taking the arm from Liquid’s body and using it for an arm transfusion. “What should I do about the woman?” Ocelot asked, still talking on the phone to this mystery person. “Yes sir. I’ll keep her under surveillance.

“Yes. Thank you. Goodbye. Mr. President.” He hung up the phone, looking around to make sure that no one in the hospital had overheard whom he was talking to. Fortunately, it was fairly late in the afternoon, and those who were in the hospital were too busy to pay any attention to an innocent-looking man in a business suit making a quiet phone call.

Confident that no one was watching him, Ocelot picked up the receiver of the phone once more. Rather than dialling the phone though, he dialled his codec, and pretended to speak into the phone so that he wouldn’t look suspicious seemingly talking to thin air.

“Yes, it’s me,” he said. “As I anticipated, the entire unit was wiped out. Yes… yes, even him. I doubt whether there’ll be any more visits.” Ocelot paused to listen to what his contact was asking. “Those two are still alive. The vector? Yes, the spark should become activated soon... Right on schedule.

“Yes. I recovered all of Mantis’s information. ...No. My cover is intact. Nobody knows where I really went. Yes, Vulcan Raven suspected something, but he's been disposed of.” Before continuing, Ocelot looked around once more to see whether he was being watched. Just as before, no one was paying him any attention.

“Yes. The inferior one was the winner after all,” he continued saying. “...That's right. Until the very end, Liquid thought he was the inferior one. Yes. I agree completely. It takes someone who has seen the dark side... such as yourself to rule the world. No. No one knows that you also were sent to Earth... Of course I’ll help you get back.

“Yes. Thank you. Goodbye. Princess Luna.” With that, Revolver Ocelot hung up the phone and exited his codec call. Walking away, he casually left the hospital, and started whistling to himself. Everything was going according to plan.

THE END

Author's Note

SUDDEN TWIST ENDING OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!

For the record, I have no plans at the moment to write a sequel unless I get some good ideas for one, I just added this in as a homage/reference to the infamous credit phone calls of Metal Gear Solid.

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoyed it!