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From the Author:

This is my second ever submission to The first was Death of the Apprentice, which was one that followed Robin and his relationship with Slade, as well as a relationship between Robin and Raven. Although I finished quite a bit of it, I unfortunately did not continue posting any more because I had a lack of time to work on it. One day I will finish it.

FOXHOUND: The Story of John Doe has had a long writing history (which I'll try to explain very briefly). Originally starting as a fan film with a different story, but similar characters, the project fell down the plug hole after produciton difficulties. This one was originally part of a trilogy of fan fictions set in the Metal Gear universe that I was planning to write, but I never got past concepts in the other two projects. I revived The John Doe story after watching "The FOX Chronicles", and wanting to do a serious story-driven machinima that wasn't a blatant Red vs Blue rip-off, as so many are these days. It gave birth to a new version of the story, the setting-chapter you are reading today.

Please, enjoy. If I get enough positive feedback, it will make the transition into a radioplay and finally a machinima (which has about 20 percent of the script complete).

"After the end of World War Two,
The world was split into two -- East and West.
This marked the beginning of the era called the Cold War."

Prologue

15:50 June 18th, 1976

"How long left?"
"10 minutes."
"Thank god for that."

Sergei hated sentry duty as much as the next soldier. Standing on guard and staring at the same bits of jungle for hours on end could almost drive a man to madness. As much as he didn't mind talking to Mikhail, topics of conversation were beginning to slim down. There were only so many times you could take about women, vodka, and communism vs. capitalism, before it started to repeat itself. Still, it was only ten minutes until he could sit inside the hut and get some rest. If Sergei had to be honest with himself, the only reason that he was there was because he needed the money. The guarding of classified documents was a surprisingly profitable path to take, but just like being a bodyguard there was plenty of sitting around or doing nothing.

And of all the places to store it, why choose this abandoned hut? If there was anywhere that something this important should be housed, it was the storage vault underneath the Moscow Kremlin building. Instead, the leaders decided that the best place to keep it would be some abandoned hut in the middle of an unknown jungle. True, it was a fairly large hut and perimeter defence wasn't too much of a problem, but it was easily falling apart. It must've been built during the Second World War at least, and that was over 30 years ago. The object they were guarding didn't seem that important either. It was only small, and it would probably be impossible to make out what was on it without some sort of magnifying device.

A rustling in the bushes caught Sergei's attention, and he slowly looked over to the source of the noise. He squinted at the location. Was he seeing things, or was there a person there?

"Great. I'm finally starting to see things… Oh well."

He sighed to himself and nudged Mikhail, who was now sleeping and snoring.

"Hey!" He whispered harshly. "Wake up!"

Mikhail snorted and jerked his head up instantly. He looked around for a few moments with a confused expression, attempting to regain his surroundings, before finally realising it was Sergei talking to him.

"Oh, it's you." Mikhail had a note of odd disappointment in his voice. "What is it?"
"Something moved in those bushes over there."
"So? We're in the jungle! Everything moves out here."
"Yeah, but I think I can see someone in the bushes."

Mikhail glanced quickly over to the area Sergei was pointing at, but could see nothing but grass, mud and rocks; things we was hoping to leave behind in about 5 minutes.

"Look, I can't see anything."
"So go check it out!"
"Why? Why don't you go check it out? You're the one that's bothered by it."
"Yeah, but I'm delegating you because you fell asleep!"
"Ugh, fine. If it'll shut you up."

Mikhail picked up his AKM and marched over to the bushes, knowing that he wasn't going to find anything there.

"Look Sergei, there's not going to-"

Mikhail's words were cut off as a bullet exited through his left eye, taking portions of his brain with it. With a loud, but short scream his body slumped instantly to the ground, as the rifle's report echoed through the trees. Sergei dived onto the ground and emptied an entire magazine at the bushes. Within seconds, three other soldiers rushed outside.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded one of the soldiers. He was never to find out however, as another well-aimed shot instantly dropped him to the ground. The other two soldiers ran to either side of Sergei and dropped to the ground. As soon as they hit the ground, a barrage of gunfire opened up on them.

"Sergei, what the HELL is going on out here?!"
"I don't know! ENEMY, JUST RIGHT OF THE MOUND!"

Sergei had spotted one of the attackers getting up from his prone position and diving to the large mound of earth and trees that was directly in front of them.

"Shit!" He cursed. "OPEN FIRE!"

Sergei and one of the other guys opened fire upon the one confirmed enemy, despite bullets coming from what seemed to be and every direction. The man to his right got up and ran back to take up his position on the mounted machinegun. He screamed loudly, before spraying the entire tree line with hot lead. It didn't last, as the sniper from before had taken his third killed.

"Shit, pull back to the hut!" Ordered Sergei.

Bullets flew through the air whizzing and snapping past the heads of both soldiers as they charged into the hut. Sergei smashed through the window and the other guy diving in through the doorway. Both lay prone, hoping that the bullets ripping through the wood would not land on them.

The gunfire died down slightly, but it still came at them forcing them to keep their heads down. However, footsteps across the wooden walkway around the hut were soon to be heard, and moments later a grenade lay in front of both Sergei and the other soldier. With only a split second, both dived outside. Sergei landed hard on wooden planks escaping the blast, but his partner was unable to move in forcing his face to experience the explosion.

Sergei breathed heavily and quickly got to one knee, only to come face to face with a handgun. He looked up and saw a tall, imposing figure dressed exactly like him – like an old KGB jungle warfare troop.

"Who… Who are you?" He asked weakly.

The answer to Sergei's question was a gunshot to the forehead. The four-man team proceeded to split up in to pairs. One pair guarded the front of the hut from any other hostiles, and the other two masked men proceeded to scour the hut for the reason they were there.

"I found it," a soldier shouted from the back room.

His partner, who happened to be the commander of the squad, joined him and checked the object that he had found in the back room. It was a small microfilm. It didn't seem to be of any significance, but the commander of the squad seemed to be delighted.

"Excellent. We just need to take it back to Krait. Come on, let's move."

Within a few moments, they were gone. The only trace that they had ever been there were the numerous corpses that littered the ground.

Feedback would be nice please. The main characters will appear next chapter, I promise.