You fine bastard. Things were getting serious now. This man was obviously highly capable and potentially of exceptional intellect. Not only had he noticed Snake in the box, but he saw the value of the box itself.

However, it had been hard to find a box of just the right size and caliber and now this adversary was taking it for his own. It was logical of course, Snake couldn't fault him for it, but still - that was his box. Besides, he really wanted to see if all that muscle was just for show or if the man knew how to fight. Snake was a soldier without a war, he was itching for a fight.

But not with a gun. His were tidily holstered, as he planned to use nothing but his fists and body. Well, fist, as he was down one arm. That only made it more interesting. He popped up out of the weeds and took a few hurried steps before stopping, making just enough noise to catch the man's attention.

"Hey, drop it!"