“ You don’t have the guts to kick me, let alone shoot me. “ Adam to The Boss (: hi mom
That was a catastrophically stupid thing to say.
Not because she was angry, but because she was The Boss. The Mother of the Special Forces. She ate men like him, men like Volgin, and men like Snake for a snack between war campaigns that had changed the political axis of the world.
She had killed Nazis, assassinated dictators, and forged the military careers of the Cobra Unit, a major factor in turning the tide of World War 2.
She could crumple Major Ocelot into a pile of shattered bones and bleeding wounds. Shooting him? She didn't have to. She could beat his face into an abstract painting with her hands tied behind her back.
That didn't make her angry. Men more foolish than Ocelot sometimes talked back. She made sure they didn't do it twice.
She wasn't young, either. A younger Boss may have asserted herself, proven her proficiency at the expense of his front teeth. She didn't have that kind of time to waste teaching him to keep his mouth shut.
Her horse reflexively swished its tail, as if sensing the insult herself. The whelp!
“The guts, Major Ocelot? The only guts you should be concerned with are your own, before that Snake you’re chasing decides to relieve you of them.”
The Boss had trained Jack like a wild dog, in America, England, Korea, the Hawaiian Islands, anywhere she went, he had gone with her. She knew better than anyone exactly what he was capable of. He had proven himself a worthy successor.
Ocelot had potential. With time, and some training, he could be refined into something more than he could ever imagine.
It was disappointing that he chose to do this instead.
"I don't have time to give you the beating you deserve, Major. With the way you've been fighting, I can safely say that my student will deliver it to you on my behalf.
Impede my Cobras again, and I'll show you how it feels to have a woman break your neck."
She swung up, expertly mounting her silver-white horse, it's hooves lifting to crash down onto the dirt, starting off at her command.
The Boss's cloak whipped behind her.
"Watch your step. I don't think this old war horse likes you."
So the horse had taken offense! Very tangible, very gross offense. She's normally so well behaved, too. That's just what she has to say about Ocelot's attitude - he just plain stinks.
The Boss didn't look back except to pull her hood up and disappear into the wilderness.
