Light Labs loomed in the distance, monolithic over the branchtips of the thick shrubbery, as Snake made his way through the thick undergrowth. He moved low to the ground, as quickly as he could while crawling (which was considerably so, given his proclivity for scaling sheer cliffs barehanded), and quietly - save for the occasional brush against a stray clump of dead leaves, each hand and foot was painstakingly placed so not to stir any vegetation.
Stealth was of the utmost importance.
If his target so much as suspected he was here, it would be curtains; he just couldn’t stand up to any sustained firepower at long range, and the last thing helping that would be Blues alert or aware. Not far from here, to the west of a mouse burrow he’d stationed a search snake in, the younger robot had set up camp. Snake planned to take full advantage of it.
There were scores to settle.
Finally, he slowed, lowering himself onto his forearms to flatten his shape to the ground as he dragged himself to the edge of the brush. Through a thin curtain of grass stalks, he spotted Blues’ dull gray figure moving among the bushes - too close to fire before Snake could get to him.
He rose from the underbrush, calling a genial greeting as his claws sprang from their sockets.