Metal Gear:
"Project Suzuku"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Part One:
Darkness, cold darkness that penetrated, down to the core of his being, he stood silently there,
in the darkened corners of the hotel, waiting, hoping that the guards weren't equipped with night
vision or infra red, if they were, well he was screwed.
It was hours before he finely moved. His muscles complained, but he just smirked and kept going,
doing his best to stay in the shadows, and against the walls. This was how it was done, quietly,
using your mind instead of technology. He stopped at a corner, there were no shadows here,
slowly he peaked his head around, a sigh of relieve leaving him, he'd timed it right, most of the
guards should be changing shifts.
The ringing came next it was low, and only he could here it, still though, he stiffened, his eyes
shooting around the corridor, wondering if anyone had . . .
"Jack?" Rosemary's soft voice whispered in his mind. "Jack are you okay, is something . . ."
"I'm fine." He whispered. "Do you have the plans?"
A pause, but he could tell the line between his codec and her was still open, she was searching.
"Are you on the first floor of the west wing."
"Yeah." Jack whispered as he looked down the corridor again, then to his watch. He was running
out of time.
"Alright, then the Ambassador should be two levels above you," another pause, he could here her
typing. "Alright, I hacked into the hotel's computer. Jack she's in room 309, got it?"
Around the turn in the hall, Jack could here the shuffling of feet, the guards, the ambassador's
agents, were coming. He cursed silently; he didn't have the time or the patience to get caught.
Rosemary was talking again, he didn't listen, he just started to run, fast and silent down the
corridor, back the way he came, he could be caught, he had to make it back to the foyer, back to
the shadows.
He skidded past a corner, almost falling as he turned, he could see the door ahead, almost there
. . .
The door opened, and Jack stopped, his feet slipping from under him, he fell had to the ground,
the pain jarring up from his ass causing him let out a scream of pain.
Time almost stopped, and to Jack it seemed as if could see everywhere at once. The main door,
two men, both in the black suits of the Ambassador's personal escort, walked through there
pistols drawn, behind him, two more came down the stairs, and from the corridor he'd just come
from there was one. All of them had their weapons drawn on him, he could feel more then see the
red light of the sighting laser's passing over his body, each of them slowly creeping toward his
head.
"Fuck!" He managed to hiss as Time came back, and the guards rushed at him.
One thing he'd learned from life, it isn't a video game, people in groups aren't nice enough to
attack one at a time, no, in reality they'll come at you from all sides, trying to block any
route out, they'd try to overwhelm him. Jack smiled, another thing he'd learned about life, when
they attacked in groups they got too over confident.
It became a dance then, Jack had always thought of such things as a dance, they'd all come at
him, like they always did, confident that their buddies had their back, they'd kick and punch,
and he'd take a few shoots, no one was perfect he could never block them all, but he gave more
then he took, and in the end as he watched them try attack and attack, his legs and body moving
in counter rhythm to their own he couldn't help but enjoy himself just a little. That to him was
the sick fact of his life, he hated what he was, hated what he'd done and what he'd do, but when
it came back to him, he enjoyed the feeling he got when he fought, the rush of power he felt
coursing through his veins.
One of the men jab at him, Jack wasn't fast enough and took most of it. The man smiled, and Jack
could feel the soft trickle of blood rolling down from beneath his eye, he smiled in return as
knee meet the man's groin then face.
Two minutes, that how long it had taken him in the end, two minutes. Jack sighed and looked at
the unconscious men lying around him. "Damn."
Later he knew he'd feel bad about stuffing six grown men in a closet, but as he closed the door,
and returned to the corridor that led to the west wing he put it behind him.
Jennifer Yale, ambassador of the British conglomerate, Hale biosystems, paced in her room. The
meeting was tomorrow, the meeting that would decide everything for her company. She sighed,
finally stopping at the full vanity near her bed. She turned to look at it in full, and stared
almost stupidly at the young red head that stared back from the polished glass. How? She
thought as she ran her thin hand through her hair. How in the name of god did I end up deciding
the fate of one of the largest weapons developer in world?
She flopped down onto her bed, still staring at the mirror. It was true, Hale had lost a lot of
money with the failed exoskeleton system it had developed for the U.S, and now this one last
proposal to China held the key. She knew it was a mistake, that if the company developed a
weapon, especially this weapon, for the world's last bastion of communism, and then it was sure
to come under fire. She sighed, and fell back. It was no use though; she'd almost literally
sold her soul to the company, and whether she liked it or not she was stuck. With another sigh,
she closed her eyes, and let the comfort of darkness overtake her.
"Jack?" Rosemary again, Jack sighed, she worried way too much.
"What is it?" He whispered, as he waited underneath the stairwell to the third floor, the guard
she be going by soon, he'd have his chance then.
"I was just wondering, when you get back . . ." She paused, he could hear her breathing, she was
nervous. "When you get back, would you stop?"
His voice caught in his throat, he hadn't expected that, he'd almost though she'd ask if he'd
forgotten something again, or ask how he was feeling. He sighed, and watched it was getting to
the time he needed to be ready to move.
"Jack?"
The words came out before he even had the chance to think them. "Yes."
"Y - You really mean it this time, you'll stop, no more of this, you'll just come back be normal,
we could be normal?" She sounded so much like a hopeful child to him then, the innocent trust in
her voice, in that second he'd almost forgotten, about what had happened, what she'd done to him,
but in the end it all came crashing back, the small ball of bitterness and hate that he'd held in
his heart for so long now tightened.
"Rose, look I don't . . ." He froze, he could hear the guard, he pushed harder against the wall,
hoping that the shadows and the late hour would help the guard not see him.
The guard entered through the east hall, just as he was supposed to, Jack watched as he walked
toward the stairs, walked toward him, and stop. He'd done it every time Jack had watched him, and
Jack was still trying to figure out why the hell he'd look up the steps, was there some kind of
extra security up there? Jack's mind started going over the variables, what it could be that
drove the man to stop and look up the stairs every time his route took him by them.
"Damn." The guard said, his voice loud enough to make Jack jump out of his thoughts. "What a
fine piece of tail that one is." The man shook his head and started to walk toward the west
hall, never noticing Jack once. "It's just to bad she's as cold and dry as an old bone." The
guard went on as he disappeared down the hall.
Jack stifled a laugh; sometimes he couldn't believe what kind of people he watched. With a large
smile, and shaking his head, Jack ran up the stairs to the third floor, and his target.
The pup waited quietly in the darkness of the old flat in the center of Singapore. She sat a
waited, her hand moving slowly up and down the stock of her rifle like she would lover. She
didn't have to lay her in the cold darkness, as still as a piece of furniture, but she liked it,
she liked the waiting, the cold and the quiet. Doing this put her at rest, satiated her until
the time came to do her job. She liked the wait, but soon, she thought with a smile crossing her
black lips, soon the wait would be over.
Jack smiled, room 309. He looked around, nobody, which although made him happy as hell, also
unnerved him, he thought security would have been tighter up here then anywhere else, after all
the damned ambassador was right though the door.
He sucked in the crisp night air; somewhere someone had left a window open, and tried the door.
To his surprise it wasn't locked and gave way to him easily. He stepped into the room, his eyes
scanning, trying to see everything at once, hoping that he was right and there wouldn't be anyone
but the ambassador in here.
Jack sighed in relief, she was the only one, and to top it off she was asleep. Quietly he
stepped through the room, checking every drawer, and closet, looking for what he needed. "Damn."
He whispered, as he closed the sliding door of the walk in closet.
"I never thought they'd send a thief."
Jack spun around, his eyes narrowing on the tall Red Head that sat on the bed, a large smile on
her face.
The woman shook her head, a stood walking to the window and look out it, barely give notice to
him as she opened it to let in the warm night breeze. "Tell me, does Armstech really want us to
go under that bad?"
Jack stepped forward away from the closet. "Who?"
The woman spun around, the smile that had played on her face was gone. "Please do not play
stupid, you have to be a thief sent by Armstech, they're the only ones that'd want to go down."
Jack shook his head; he had no idea what this lady was even talking about. "Sorry, never heard
of 'im."
The woman sighed, and started to move again. Calling her graceful wouldn't have been kind
enough. She moved like a cat, the way she walked around him, slowly, her stride long and
elegant, her green eyes watching him, watching as his chest rose and fell softly.
The smile returned to her face, and she flopped down onto the bed, crossing her legs under her,
and looked up at him exceptingly. "So then Mister Thief," she said as she leaned forward,
resting her chin on her hand. "Whom do you work for?"
Pup hissed, the damned woman had moved again! With a sigh she adjusted her right hand moving
from the rifle's stock carefully caressing its way up the weapon's body till it reached the
scope, Pup smiled as her hand adjusted the sighting bringing her target back into proper view.
She watched the scene unfold from the safety of her darkness. Watched as the blonde haired man
paced around the room, his face twisted, as he talked, the woman, Hale just sat on the bed, legs
crossed. Not a very friendly position, Pup thought as she let her hand move the scope, adjusting
it to get a closer, clear picture f Hale. It'd take too long to undo her legs to move if Pup
missed. Of course, Pup thought with a growing smile, she never missed.
Her right hand moved again, tracing its way back down the rifle taking its place again at the
stock, rest comfortably under it, just enough gripe to move it if it became a necessity. Pup
continued to watch as she breathed out slowly, then with a smile she slowly put the pressure onto
the trigger, making sure that she did not over do it, to much pressure the, and shot would go
free to soon, no she had to time this just right.
"Were are the files?!" Jack demanded, anger rising in him as he watched the Ambassador, sitting
quietly on her bed smiling.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She said sweetly.
Jack sighed, and hung his head, this wasn't working, and the woman's accent was really starting
to bother him. "Look, just tell me were the files are and I'll leave."
The woman shook her head and laughed. "Leave and I won't scream."
What the hell did she think this was, a game! Jack started to pace again, his minded started to
wonder back to what Rose had said, maybe he should just give it up, hell if he left now all the
better, screw everything . . .
The air cut by him, Jack lifted his head, the Ambassador still sat on her bed, her eyes wide in
shock, blood was starting to soak through her left arm sleeve, behind her feathers from the bed
fluttered back down to there home. He didn't think then he just moved, he dove at the
ambassador, knocking her over and rolled with her off the bed, hitting the floor to hard, he felt
his creak in protest, and forced his eyes to stay open.
The Ambassador was clinging to him; the shock had passed, now she was just a wreck crying like a
child, as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Another shot, missing them by barely an inch, Jack
cursed and pushed the Ambassador off him. He rolled over onto his stomach and scurried to the
window wall, bringing himself up to his hunches.
He looked across at the window; it hadn't been shattered, which meant the sniper had to have been
on a level near the same height as theirs to have made it through the two-foot gape of the
window's open section. Jack breathed in deeply, his hand was starting to shake, he knew what it
wanted, and was glad to comply with the demand. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the nine
mil.
Another shot went off, hitting the Ambassador in the leg, she screamed loud in pain.
Jack cursed, there was know time for this, he still had to get those damned files, and he
couldn't just wait around for the guards, are the sniper. He sighed, and slipped the nine back
into his jacket. "Can you get up?!" He yelled.
The Ambassador, won't answer, all she did was lay there crying, not even trying to move herself
out of the snipers sight picture.
Pup cursed, loudly, her left hand working over the hammer assembly, they'd tried to give her an
automatic, but she refused, there was no personality in an automatic. She frowned now though,
maybe lover was betraying her, maybe he jamming on purpose, and kicking to strongly. She sighed,
she couldn't blame it on lover, he wasn't the one goofing the job, he only ever followed her
lead. She wouldn't miss again. With a final breath she slammed the round home, and pressed the
trigger.
Four inches, four frigging inches! Jack's mind screamed as the scene played again and again in
his mind. He'd been there, all he had to have done was reach out and pull her! Then her body
arched, he could see the pain in her eyes the silent scream escaping her lips, then she just fell
back, and the dark blood welled up through her nightshirt shirt, a bloodily rose blooming from
her lung.
Jack stared down at her, her eyes were open, looking at him, he could guess the question they
held as she lay dying. Why? He'd never be able to answer it, he had no idea who the sniper was,
or were they were. He bent forward and closed her eyes; it was all he could for her.
"Ambassador! Ambassador!" The door slammed inward, it's hinges creaking off their frame.
Jack stood, his hand already in his coat, gripping for the nine. For a second nothing happened,
the guard just stared at him, his weapon pointed at jack, then he saw the Ambassador lying on the
floor, the rose blossom of blood on the silk nightshirt.
"Jen." The man half whispered, as he moved forward, his eyes still on the Ambassador. "Jen?"
He didn't have the time to answer questions, besides who'd believe his story anyway. Jack ran
forward slamming into the guard with his shoulder, the man fired, the bullet skimmed by Jack's
face, cutting it. He winced but kept pausing. The man toppled and Jack was out the door.
Minutes later Jack was running down the new streets of Singapore, a rain had started to fall, and
his feet slammed into old puddles soaking him more, he didn't care through, he'd been seen, and
he knew that in less time then he had half of China would be after him. After all to them he'd
just cost them their bid at military superiority over the world.
To Be Continued
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This is only my second time writing a Metal Gear story, and the first time I'm trying my hand at
an action based story, so please bare with the fact that you're dealing with a person who's more
used to writing drama, and internal drama at that. Hopefully, I'll get the hang of how to
present action in future, but mostly you'll just be seeing at lot more conspiracy type stuff for
the next few parts, that and I'll be introducing other Metal Gear character's starting in part 2.
So thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed, and if any experienced action writers out there have
any trade tips I'm all ears.
"Project Suzuku"
Rated: PG-13
By: NeoMoon
Part One:
Darkness, cold darkness that penetrated, down to the core of his being, he stood silently there,
in the darkened corners of the hotel, waiting, hoping that the guards weren't equipped with night
vision or infra red, if they were, well he was screwed.
It was hours before he finely moved. His muscles complained, but he just smirked and kept going,
doing his best to stay in the shadows, and against the walls. This was how it was done, quietly,
using your mind instead of technology. He stopped at a corner, there were no shadows here,
slowly he peaked his head around, a sigh of relieve leaving him, he'd timed it right, most of the
guards should be changing shifts.
The ringing came next it was low, and only he could here it, still though, he stiffened, his eyes
shooting around the corridor, wondering if anyone had . . .
"Jack?" Rosemary's soft voice whispered in his mind. "Jack are you okay, is something . . ."
"I'm fine." He whispered. "Do you have the plans?"
A pause, but he could tell the line between his codec and her was still open, she was searching.
"Are you on the first floor of the west wing."
"Yeah." Jack whispered as he looked down the corridor again, then to his watch. He was running
out of time.
"Alright, then the Ambassador should be two levels above you," another pause, he could here her
typing. "Alright, I hacked into the hotel's computer. Jack she's in room 309, got it?"
Around the turn in the hall, Jack could here the shuffling of feet, the guards, the ambassador's
agents, were coming. He cursed silently; he didn't have the time or the patience to get caught.
Rosemary was talking again, he didn't listen, he just started to run, fast and silent down the
corridor, back the way he came, he could be caught, he had to make it back to the foyer, back to
the shadows.
He skidded past a corner, almost falling as he turned, he could see the door ahead, almost there
. . .
The door opened, and Jack stopped, his feet slipping from under him, he fell had to the ground,
the pain jarring up from his ass causing him let out a scream of pain.
Time almost stopped, and to Jack it seemed as if could see everywhere at once. The main door,
two men, both in the black suits of the Ambassador's personal escort, walked through there
pistols drawn, behind him, two more came down the stairs, and from the corridor he'd just come
from there was one. All of them had their weapons drawn on him, he could feel more then see the
red light of the sighting laser's passing over his body, each of them slowly creeping toward his
head.
"Fuck!" He managed to hiss as Time came back, and the guards rushed at him.
One thing he'd learned from life, it isn't a video game, people in groups aren't nice enough to
attack one at a time, no, in reality they'll come at you from all sides, trying to block any
route out, they'd try to overwhelm him. Jack smiled, another thing he'd learned about life, when
they attacked in groups they got too over confident.
It became a dance then, Jack had always thought of such things as a dance, they'd all come at
him, like they always did, confident that their buddies had their back, they'd kick and punch,
and he'd take a few shoots, no one was perfect he could never block them all, but he gave more
then he took, and in the end as he watched them try attack and attack, his legs and body moving
in counter rhythm to their own he couldn't help but enjoy himself just a little. That to him was
the sick fact of his life, he hated what he was, hated what he'd done and what he'd do, but when
it came back to him, he enjoyed the feeling he got when he fought, the rush of power he felt
coursing through his veins.
One of the men jab at him, Jack wasn't fast enough and took most of it. The man smiled, and Jack
could feel the soft trickle of blood rolling down from beneath his eye, he smiled in return as
knee meet the man's groin then face.
Two minutes, that how long it had taken him in the end, two minutes. Jack sighed and looked at
the unconscious men lying around him. "Damn."
Later he knew he'd feel bad about stuffing six grown men in a closet, but as he closed the door,
and returned to the corridor that led to the west wing he put it behind him.
Jennifer Yale, ambassador of the British conglomerate, Hale biosystems, paced in her room. The
meeting was tomorrow, the meeting that would decide everything for her company. She sighed,
finally stopping at the full vanity near her bed. She turned to look at it in full, and stared
almost stupidly at the young red head that stared back from the polished glass. How? She
thought as she ran her thin hand through her hair. How in the name of god did I end up deciding
the fate of one of the largest weapons developer in world?
She flopped down onto her bed, still staring at the mirror. It was true, Hale had lost a lot of
money with the failed exoskeleton system it had developed for the U.S, and now this one last
proposal to China held the key. She knew it was a mistake, that if the company developed a
weapon, especially this weapon, for the world's last bastion of communism, and then it was sure
to come under fire. She sighed, and fell back. It was no use though; she'd almost literally
sold her soul to the company, and whether she liked it or not she was stuck. With another sigh,
she closed her eyes, and let the comfort of darkness overtake her.
"Jack?" Rosemary again, Jack sighed, she worried way too much.
"What is it?" He whispered, as he waited underneath the stairwell to the third floor, the guard
she be going by soon, he'd have his chance then.
"I was just wondering, when you get back . . ." She paused, he could hear her breathing, she was
nervous. "When you get back, would you stop?"
His voice caught in his throat, he hadn't expected that, he'd almost though she'd ask if he'd
forgotten something again, or ask how he was feeling. He sighed, and watched it was getting to
the time he needed to be ready to move.
"Jack?"
The words came out before he even had the chance to think them. "Yes."
"Y - You really mean it this time, you'll stop, no more of this, you'll just come back be normal,
we could be normal?" She sounded so much like a hopeful child to him then, the innocent trust in
her voice, in that second he'd almost forgotten, about what had happened, what she'd done to him,
but in the end it all came crashing back, the small ball of bitterness and hate that he'd held in
his heart for so long now tightened.
"Rose, look I don't . . ." He froze, he could hear the guard, he pushed harder against the wall,
hoping that the shadows and the late hour would help the guard not see him.
The guard entered through the east hall, just as he was supposed to, Jack watched as he walked
toward the stairs, walked toward him, and stop. He'd done it every time Jack had watched him, and
Jack was still trying to figure out why the hell he'd look up the steps, was there some kind of
extra security up there? Jack's mind started going over the variables, what it could be that
drove the man to stop and look up the stairs every time his route took him by them.
"Damn." The guard said, his voice loud enough to make Jack jump out of his thoughts. "What a
fine piece of tail that one is." The man shook his head and started to walk toward the west
hall, never noticing Jack once. "It's just to bad she's as cold and dry as an old bone." The
guard went on as he disappeared down the hall.
Jack stifled a laugh; sometimes he couldn't believe what kind of people he watched. With a large
smile, and shaking his head, Jack ran up the stairs to the third floor, and his target.
The pup waited quietly in the darkness of the old flat in the center of Singapore. She sat a
waited, her hand moving slowly up and down the stock of her rifle like she would lover. She
didn't have to lay her in the cold darkness, as still as a piece of furniture, but she liked it,
she liked the waiting, the cold and the quiet. Doing this put her at rest, satiated her until
the time came to do her job. She liked the wait, but soon, she thought with a smile crossing her
black lips, soon the wait would be over.
Jack smiled, room 309. He looked around, nobody, which although made him happy as hell, also
unnerved him, he thought security would have been tighter up here then anywhere else, after all
the damned ambassador was right though the door.
He sucked in the crisp night air; somewhere someone had left a window open, and tried the door.
To his surprise it wasn't locked and gave way to him easily. He stepped into the room, his eyes
scanning, trying to see everything at once, hoping that he was right and there wouldn't be anyone
but the ambassador in here.
Jack sighed in relief, she was the only one, and to top it off she was asleep. Quietly he
stepped through the room, checking every drawer, and closet, looking for what he needed. "Damn."
He whispered, as he closed the sliding door of the walk in closet.
"I never thought they'd send a thief."
Jack spun around, his eyes narrowing on the tall Red Head that sat on the bed, a large smile on
her face.
The woman shook her head, a stood walking to the window and look out it, barely give notice to
him as she opened it to let in the warm night breeze. "Tell me, does Armstech really want us to
go under that bad?"
Jack stepped forward away from the closet. "Who?"
The woman spun around, the smile that had played on her face was gone. "Please do not play
stupid, you have to be a thief sent by Armstech, they're the only ones that'd want to go down."
Jack shook his head; he had no idea what this lady was even talking about. "Sorry, never heard
of 'im."
The woman sighed, and started to move again. Calling her graceful wouldn't have been kind
enough. She moved like a cat, the way she walked around him, slowly, her stride long and
elegant, her green eyes watching him, watching as his chest rose and fell softly.
The smile returned to her face, and she flopped down onto the bed, crossing her legs under her,
and looked up at him exceptingly. "So then Mister Thief," she said as she leaned forward,
resting her chin on her hand. "Whom do you work for?"
Pup hissed, the damned woman had moved again! With a sigh she adjusted her right hand moving
from the rifle's stock carefully caressing its way up the weapon's body till it reached the
scope, Pup smiled as her hand adjusted the sighting bringing her target back into proper view.
She watched the scene unfold from the safety of her darkness. Watched as the blonde haired man
paced around the room, his face twisted, as he talked, the woman, Hale just sat on the bed, legs
crossed. Not a very friendly position, Pup thought as she let her hand move the scope, adjusting
it to get a closer, clear picture f Hale. It'd take too long to undo her legs to move if Pup
missed. Of course, Pup thought with a growing smile, she never missed.
Her right hand moved again, tracing its way back down the rifle taking its place again at the
stock, rest comfortably under it, just enough gripe to move it if it became a necessity. Pup
continued to watch as she breathed out slowly, then with a smile she slowly put the pressure onto
the trigger, making sure that she did not over do it, to much pressure the, and shot would go
free to soon, no she had to time this just right.
"Were are the files?!" Jack demanded, anger rising in him as he watched the Ambassador, sitting
quietly on her bed smiling.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She said sweetly.
Jack sighed, and hung his head, this wasn't working, and the woman's accent was really starting
to bother him. "Look, just tell me were the files are and I'll leave."
The woman shook her head and laughed. "Leave and I won't scream."
What the hell did she think this was, a game! Jack started to pace again, his minded started to
wonder back to what Rose had said, maybe he should just give it up, hell if he left now all the
better, screw everything . . .
The air cut by him, Jack lifted his head, the Ambassador still sat on her bed, her eyes wide in
shock, blood was starting to soak through her left arm sleeve, behind her feathers from the bed
fluttered back down to there home. He didn't think then he just moved, he dove at the
ambassador, knocking her over and rolled with her off the bed, hitting the floor to hard, he felt
his creak in protest, and forced his eyes to stay open.
The Ambassador was clinging to him; the shock had passed, now she was just a wreck crying like a
child, as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Another shot, missing them by barely an inch, Jack
cursed and pushed the Ambassador off him. He rolled over onto his stomach and scurried to the
window wall, bringing himself up to his hunches.
He looked across at the window; it hadn't been shattered, which meant the sniper had to have been
on a level near the same height as theirs to have made it through the two-foot gape of the
window's open section. Jack breathed in deeply, his hand was starting to shake, he knew what it
wanted, and was glad to comply with the demand. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the nine
mil.
Another shot went off, hitting the Ambassador in the leg, she screamed loud in pain.
Jack cursed, there was know time for this, he still had to get those damned files, and he
couldn't just wait around for the guards, are the sniper. He sighed, and slipped the nine back
into his jacket. "Can you get up?!" He yelled.
The Ambassador, won't answer, all she did was lay there crying, not even trying to move herself
out of the snipers sight picture.
Pup cursed, loudly, her left hand working over the hammer assembly, they'd tried to give her an
automatic, but she refused, there was no personality in an automatic. She frowned now though,
maybe lover was betraying her, maybe he jamming on purpose, and kicking to strongly. She sighed,
she couldn't blame it on lover, he wasn't the one goofing the job, he only ever followed her
lead. She wouldn't miss again. With a final breath she slammed the round home, and pressed the
trigger.
Four inches, four frigging inches! Jack's mind screamed as the scene played again and again in
his mind. He'd been there, all he had to have done was reach out and pull her! Then her body
arched, he could see the pain in her eyes the silent scream escaping her lips, then she just fell
back, and the dark blood welled up through her nightshirt shirt, a bloodily rose blooming from
her lung.
Jack stared down at her, her eyes were open, looking at him, he could guess the question they
held as she lay dying. Why? He'd never be able to answer it, he had no idea who the sniper was,
or were they were. He bent forward and closed her eyes; it was all he could for her.
"Ambassador! Ambassador!" The door slammed inward, it's hinges creaking off their frame.
Jack stood, his hand already in his coat, gripping for the nine. For a second nothing happened,
the guard just stared at him, his weapon pointed at jack, then he saw the Ambassador lying on the
floor, the rose blossom of blood on the silk nightshirt.
"Jen." The man half whispered, as he moved forward, his eyes still on the Ambassador. "Jen?"
He didn't have the time to answer questions, besides who'd believe his story anyway. Jack ran
forward slamming into the guard with his shoulder, the man fired, the bullet skimmed by Jack's
face, cutting it. He winced but kept pausing. The man toppled and Jack was out the door.
Minutes later Jack was running down the new streets of Singapore, a rain had started to fall, and
his feet slammed into old puddles soaking him more, he didn't care through, he'd been seen, and
he knew that in less time then he had half of China would be after him. After all to them he'd
just cost them their bid at military superiority over the world.
To Be Continued
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This is only my second time writing a Metal Gear story, and the first time I'm trying my hand at
an action based story, so please bare with the fact that you're dealing with a person who's more
used to writing drama, and internal drama at that. Hopefully, I'll get the hang of how to
present action in future, but mostly you'll just be seeing at lot more conspiracy type stuff for
the next few parts, that and I'll be introducing other Metal Gear character's starting in part 2.
So thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed, and if any experienced action writers out there have
any trade tips I'm all ears.