That figured. Snake had not seen any traces of electronics here, and his iDroid was as dead as his arm. With a soft sound between closed lips, the soldier took his arm back. The first chance he got he would take the thing off and either stash it somewhere or strap it to his body to carry around with him. It would be better to get used to being without it, if that was to be the ultimate outcome. If he came across someone crafty enough, perhaps a non-bionic prosthetic could be made.

Until then, he would endure the phantom pain of being limbless all over again. Snake gave a nod, in gratitude for the information. Snake glanced to his compromised box and then to the blond. Surely such long hair was cumbersome in combat, he thought, but again kept the thought to himself.

"How can I find others like us?" It was the next logical question. He needed some help. As much as he was a one man army out on the field, that was only possible due to the back up, Intel, expertise, and support of his whole private army back at Mother Base. "How can they find me?"