Several hours later, Revolver Ocelot stood. Snake and Otacon were long gone.
He pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. "The mission is complete." He brushed his clothes off reflexively and looked at the dead body of Tyler Durdan. "Yes, he's been disposed of." He looked at the computer. "Yes, I believe they will be..." He touched his twisted arm. "Yes. It suppressed the other one well. Only minor side effects." He shut the computer off and placed a device on Durden's chest. "No, I don't think that will be a problem."
Revolver Ocelot smiled.
"Yes. It will be done."