A full liter of Absolut whistled across the air and shattered with a loud crash on the wooden door, sharp pieces of glass cutting into Breskov's neck as he crouched to avoid the flying bottle. Big Boss rose from his chair menacingly, slamming his hands down on his desk, almost cracking it. Spit sprayed from his mouth as he shouted.

>"If you don't find him and deal with him I will hang you by your own entrails Andre, do you hear me? I will make you SUFFER. Get the fuck out of my face!"

Sheepishly, Andre left Big Boss' office and went into the bathroom. Blood streaming down his neck, he winced as he picked pieces of glass out of his neck. He had suffered through worse injuries, but this was a major fuckup. Iron Tiger was Big Boss' main competition, his ching chong ass coming into Moscow and lapping up the heroin trade profits like the dog he is. He needed to go, and Andre had his chance to do away with him quietly. But someone tipped him off, and now he's a scared little Asian taking his first trip into space, and Boss is PISSED.

Iron Tiger should still be wetting his pants though, cause space was familiar Russian territory, as Yuri can attest. And Andre would not let his perfect track record be spoiled by one drug lord.

One plane ticket and a several thousand dollar bribe later and Andre was riding aboard the Abyssal as Hank Goddard, ship maintenance crewmember. Andre worked like a dog, plotting Iron Tiger's movements while trying to maintain cover. But, a few days before Andre was about to make a move, the emergency alarms went off and the Abyssal broke apart like a big space cookie.

"This is a bitch." Andre swore to himself within the confines of the stasis chamber. The hunt continues, now on very foreign soil.