Ocelot had spent an entire month wandering about the ruined landscape that had once been the frigid northwest. As far north as the Shadow Moses base was located, it was nearly always covered in a thick blanket of snow. But the world now lacked that. Indeed, even the howl of Sniper Wolf's wolfdogs had been eerily absent from the base as she had spent the days wandering the ruined, decaying base.

Seeing the ruins completely absent of life, and with the memory of her sons following her close behind, taunting her and telling her how she had failed them, the old soldier wondered if this was an attempt of Ruana's to try and break her spirit.

It wasn't going to work. No, she would not allow it to. Amongst her allies, Ocelot was certain that even in her absence, plans had continued to form. They could not let the bitch win. Even so, in the month that she had been gone, things had probably happened. Things that Ocelot needed to find out about or risk falling behind.