Fox-Hound Squadron

Prologue


Solid Snake sat in his homemade rocking chair that was located in his Alaskan Retreat. No one knew of his location, no one other than Meryl that is. She lived with him. They two had been married for a while now. Snake was puffing away on his long cigarette, enjoying the quiet while Meryl went for her daily run. It was peaceful, somehow.

As he began to slip off into a sleep, the tranquility left him. The quiet didn't seem to be quite right. It had taken him a few seconds to realize what was wrong. The reindeer and other life weren't making their usual noises and sounds. His house was located in a very small clearing of a forest. Not even a twig could be heard snapping from the scurrying of a smaller animal.

With this knowledge, Snake walked to the window on the other side of his king-size bed. Just as he thought, nothing was to be seen. They weren't even eating from his apple trees like they always would. If the animals had been there, then their tracks would have been covered up by the dense snow that was falling fast.

Thud! Thud!

Snake turned his head towards the front of his house. The bang came from the front door, which lie through the living room and the kitchen. He started towards the kitchen, but stopped when he eyed the keys were missing from his night stand. He paused, knowing it wasn't here like he originally thought. He ran and grabbed his berretta from the dresser. He heard the door come crashing down. As Snake slithered silently behind the bedroom door, displaying why his codename is Solid Snake, he could hear a small infantry run into the house. The footsteps stopped just outside of his door.

"Solid Snake! Drop your weapon and place your hands behind your head!" one of the commandos ordered.

-Damn! They're using thermal imaging,- he thought as he allowed the gun to hit the floor and rested his hands on the back of his head.

As soon as he complied with their orders, the five broke into the bedroom, surrounding Snake. His eyes grew wide as he saw their armour resembled those he saw on Shadow Moses Island those four years ago. "Next-Generation Forces!" he yelled. They raised their AK-47s to aim for his chest, insuring their target would not move. One of the five came forward and handcuffed Snake. Then, the man placed a black hood over Snake's head as they began to lead him out of the house. Snake knew he was going to the gallows.