After playing Max Payne 2, I got it into my head to write a Metal Gear story in Noir style. The title Metal Gear Noir sounded so cool that I couldn't resist. It's pretty sweet. I hope you enjoy.
Metal Gear Noir
1
It was a dark and rainy day in December. Cold as hell, but the upper stratosphere was still clinging to autumn's warmth. The rain froze as it hit the ground and nipped at my facial hair. I just shaved this morning. Logic told me that the best chance to hit this guy would be from the rooftop of Tower 3, but every drop of rain that froze on the lens of my scope spun a different yarn. What the hell am I doing out here? It was 3:13 in the afternoon. The target was scheduled to be here at 3:15 without deviation. Where the hell does Otacon get this intel anyway? None of my radars were helping at all considering people were scurrying all around me doing their jobs. I was beginning to wonder if I would even recognize the guy in these conditions. I double checked all of my gear and readied the white laser sight. The geniuses back home started playing around with different colors and immediately recognized that a white beam is much more effective. The normal person won't even notice a dot of white light on someone's forehead. The problem is I don't know if I'll even notice the dot with all of the interference in the air. I had brought replacement diodes if necessary. I ran a practice bead on a man with a green cap. Good. It was working. This was going to be a clean hit. As long as everything went well no one would even know what happened. My watch read 3:15: 27. Something didn't feel right. Years of combat training and virtual missions prepare a soldier with a certain "hunch" sense. This was something more. Something actually felt wrong. I turned and pulled a SOCOM 9mm and looming tall above me stood A man in a sweeping brown greatcoat with long gray hair pulled back. A man I instantly remembered. Revolver Ocelot.
Snake: "What are you doing here!?"
Ocelot: "Hello, Snake. Fancy meeting you here. I had a hunch you might be after the dear old man, and well I simply couldn't allow such action."
Snake: "How did you know about Sjorkjvek?"
I swerved and peered through the scope of my PSG1 Sniper Rifle down to the street below. There was no one at all. My radar was quiet too all save the aged soldier's presence. It was an eerie feeling.
Ocelot: "Oh, I know more than you do, Snake. Sjeyvald Sjorkjvek is an . . . associate of mine. I'm surprised you even know his real name. He usually goes by the codename Grendel."
Snake: "Why didn't Otacon tell me?"
Ocelot: "Tell me, Snake, just what did the young man tell you?"
Snake: "Where is he? He was supposed to be here by now!"
Ocelot: "You're prey is not coming, Beowulf. He has been warned. He has returned to the Mother."
Snake: "What are you talking about?"
Ocelot: "You know very little. Do you know why you are here?"
Snake: "I'm here to kill an international terrorist on his way to drop plans for the next Metal Gear. This was our only shot while he was still vulnerable."
Ocelot: "The Grendel is never vulnerable, Snake. Trust me on that. You had better run along home now, and find out what you've really gotten yourself into."
Ocelot took a quick look to a watch at his wrist and then snapped his head and right arm to the sky. From the watch a steel wire shot like a rocket into the air. Suddenly a sleek, black jet appeared in the sky out of cloaking and the wire attached itself to the craft. Ocelot was jerked away in the wake and spiraled skyward in haste. The jet disappeared once more engaging its cloaking device. What the hell was that? I patched into Otacon's frequency.
Snake: "Otacon, this is Snake."
Otacon: "Snake, you're not supposed to contact me until after the hit. What happened?"
Snake: "Ocelot."
Otacon: "That guy with the pistols? What was he doing there?"
Snake: "Otacon, who is Grendel?"
Otacon: "That story about the He-man guy and the monsters? What are you talking about?"
Snake: "Grendel, Otacon. Ocelot says that Sjorkjvek is Grendel."
Otacon: "Hmm, let me run search . . ."
Snake: "No search, Otacon. Who is he? You're hiding something!"
Otacon: "Hey! Settle down! You're trusting a crazy old man over me? Snake, I'm on your side, remember? I told you, I don't know anything about anyone named Grendel."
Snake: "He's not a crazy old man. Usually when he says something there's a reason for it. Anyway, Sjorkjvek wasn't there. Ocelot knew I was coming and he said Sjorkjvek returned to the Mother."
Otacon: "The Mother?"
Snake: "Uh huh. Any idea what he's talking about?"
Otacon: "None."
Snake: "Something stinks about this whole business Otacon, and you'd better find some answers quick."
Otacon: "I agree. You'd better get back to HQ fast. I'll try and find us some rosebuds on this Grendel guy."
Snake: "Dig deep, Otacon. I'll be there in a couple days."
Otacon and I had been friends for almost ten years now, and I trusted him with my life. Something just seemed weird. If Sjorkjvek really was this Grendel guy, how would Otacon find intel on only one of the guy's names? Another thing was bothering me. After we found out the Patriots were all dead, Otacon just stopped investigating. It doesn't make sense to me. So the Patriots are dead, Solidus and Ocelot were obviously working for someone! Even Raiden was under the watchful eye of that crazy GW program! I was trying to find out what the hell happened at Big Shell, when all of the sudden, out of left field another Metal Gear is hitting the black market. I never even came close to finding Olga's baby. When I get back I'm going to remind Otacon that have a promise to keep.
