"Oh, it's a rare one!"

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Better steer clear of the Gate Complex halls, guys. If you do happen to be in one, though, you might happen to see a...golden blur (?) zoom right past you, in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment. It's a little harder to miss Adachi, though, who seems to be chasing after it, gun in hand (.44 Magnum - not exactly something that's safe to run around with).]

Catch that! Augh- or just get out of my way! Get back here, damn Shadow!

[Yep, that's right. Someone (read: Adachi) was a little sloppy with the gate, and happened to chase a golden shadow right through it, back into Confuto. Don't let it get away!]

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[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

What the hell?!

[Snake drew his own SOCOM Pistol as the thing seemed to have ran right for him, and he takes aim to fire]

What is this doing here?!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Zoom zoom, right past you, Snake. Damn, that shadow is pretty damn speedy. But it doesn't mean Adachi doesn't have time to call out as he passes.]

Running, genius!

[And there they go, rounding the corner.]

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[He bolts after it - weird, he's the one chasing the intruder this time]

I meant how did it get in here, weren't you paying attention?

[he snapped at Adachi, then grouses, he goes to reach for the PDA to alert other agents about it]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Yes, I was, which is why I'm chasing it down now!

[He sounds impatient, or maybe that's just from chasing this damn thing around Magatsu Inaba for half a day. But wait, oh no, no PDA. He stops abruptly, right into Snake's path.]

Wait! Stop that! Don't tell anyone about this!

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[Snake barely veered around Adachi]

You damn rookie, we can't let it wander into another gate, least we should get the gates closed off before it can.

[He just continues on ahead, peering around corners, trying to get a bead on the general direction before he tries to actually call it in]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Oh no you don't - Adachi is quick to spin on his heel, taking after Snake, and all but running ahead of him as the other man chooses the path of caution. Screw caution - this was a gold shadow. You just had to go for it!]

'Scuse me then, civvie!

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[Shit list. Effectively immediately]

This is Enforcer Solid Snake. Unknown Entity is in the compound, requesting temporary lockdown until situation is under control.

[he waits for response, then he looks up]

Hmm...

[there's a clatter as the vent falls down, and Snake's crawling through the vent work to get ahead of the Shadow to get a jump on it]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile, Adachi is still chasing it. He knows enough about Shadows to not lose its trail, at least. It's likely that Snake can hear his pattering steps from under him. Can he crawl as fast as that thing moves, though? It happens to round into a dead end with a squeal, turning around with a nervous squeal just as Adachi corners it.]

Heh, heh, thought you could just slip away, huh?

[big-whoop.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Hang on, I got it, I got it...

He DIVES! And MISSES! TERRIBLY!

Iiiiii DON'T got it!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[gh;alwkej;lsk Way to go. Adachi trips right over him, tumbling face-first into the ground.]

Wha-

[Bam. As mentioned, face-first.]

[big-whoop.livejournal.com]

Whups! Uh, sorry. Don't worry, don't worry, we can get it! I have an idea involving a bed sheet and a bucket of paint...

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi gets to his feet and just stares for a moment. Bed sheets and a bucket of paint?]

...Okay, you go get those, pal, and I'll meet you wherever that thing ran off to in about...three seconds, okay?

[One, two, three. Adachi sprints off after it again.]

[big-whoop.livejournal.com]

Righto!

He dashes off. He's not honestly going to find those things that fast, is he?!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi glances over his shoulder (not the smartest idea considering he's running full-speed down the hall) with a skeptical look. Did that guy take him seriously?

A strange, animalistic whine snaps him back to attention, though, and he turns back around just in time to see the Shadow round the corner.]

Crap, whatever, no time to worry about that guy!

[big-whoop.livejournal.com]

Of course, you do not see Guybrush again within 3 seconds.

Sometime down the line of this cock-a-mamy chase, however, Adachi might notice several things in sequence:

1.) One of the hallways has been blocked with a very, very bad painting of a hallway on a sheet.

2.) The sheet buckles as the shadow smacks straight into it.

3.) Guybrush SOMEHOW drops down from above, declaring "I got it! I got it!"

4.) He pulls the sheet up -- and there's a huge hole where the high-speed shadow managed to punch right through it.

Aw, nuts.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Hey, watch it! Get out of the- ...aw, crap.

[Aw crap, indeed. Adachi proceeds to trip over Guybrush a second time.]

[detdojimer.livejournal.com]

[It figures that Dojima, of all people, would be oblivious to the commotion until it's too late. He's just on his innocent way home, and then...]

Catch wh-

[Just as he turns around, the thing zooms by, knocking him off his feet. Should've just got out of the way there, Dojima. Instead, his bottom and lower back are busy hurting, and Adachi's running at him at full speed with a gun.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[That's right, full speed, and deceleration just doesn't work that way in two flat seconds. Adachi manages to narrowly avoid trampling all over Dojima...just to swerve right into a row of chairs instead. Talk about a crash.]

[detdojimer.livejournal.com]

[Having been prepared for the worst, Dojima's arm was up blocking his face - but it seems he just barely avoided a stampeding Adachi. The crash is startling, and he finally looks up when he hears it, just to see the man tangled up in them. Dojima pushes himself to his feet, groaning under his breath. Too old for this, damn it.]

'Ey. What was that about?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi is sandwiched between what looks like...about a dozen folding chairs. He can't even move - the best he can do is waggle his fingers urgently.]

G-Get me out of here!

[First things first.]

[detdojimer.livejournal.com]

[Dojima stares a moment, then shakes his head, starting to pull the chairs away one-by-one. He's not very careful about it, though.]

What was that thing?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Ow, ouch, h-hey yikes! Ow! Ow!

[It's a pretty painful process, Dojima. Adachi gets his limbs bent at awkward angles, and at least five seats knocked into his forehead. By the time he's extracting his last arm from the last chair, Adachi is sitting on the floor with likely a handful of soon-to-be ugly bruises.]

Sheesh, you could've let up on the yanking, Dojima-san.

[Avoiding the question? Looks like it.]

[detdojimer.livejournal.com]

Not like I was tryin' to.

[But not exactly trying to avoid it, either. There might be the slightest trace of an apologetic look at the complaint, but hey, he wants his question answered.]

Now what the hell just barreled through here?

[kyonko-narrates.livejournal.com]

'Why do I get the feeling this sort of thing should be more common around here?'

[Have almost get bowled over by the shadow before spotting Adachi with the gun and going after him.]

What the hell is that thing?!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[He looks behind him briefly to see who it is that's joined the chase, raising a brow when he recognizes her.]

A shadow! Nothing a little high school girl like you has to worry about!

[Did she even know how to fight?]