METAL GEAR SOLID 3
The Sum of All Fears
by
Big Boss
Chapter 1---Rush Hour
It was a cold, snowy day, December 26th, the day after Christmas. Snake awoke, he had been sleeping on the couch. His apartment was a mess. Snake had held a little get together last night for Christmas. He had a little too much to drink, you could tell by his hang over. Snake stumbled off the couch and took a shower, his head was pounding. When he got out he took some asprin to help it go away, but it was no use. Snake got dressed and grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
Snake got into his car and started it, quickly turning the heat on. It was a simply FORD Contor, but he atleast had some wheels now of his own. He drove down West 5th street and on. For a few years now, Snake had been living in New York City, so has Otacon. It was 9:46 AM and Snake had a 9:30 appointment with Otacon today. Philantrophy was recuiting new workers. Snake and Otacon had been reviewing new applications all month. Today they were scheduled to make their choice of a new member. Looks like the decision will have to wait a little longer.
"Rush hour in New York," Snake thought stuck in traffic,"the worst kind."
Snake turned onto the FDR. Bad move, it was backed up like mad. Snake was pissed,
"What's the point of listening to Traffic AM anymore?" Snake began to see the cones on the side of the rode, there was an accident up ahead, no doubt about it.
"Shit," Snake said in disgust. Luckly he saw an exit up above, "Better than nothing." Snake swiched on his turn signals and changed lanes to get off at the next exit.
The accident was now cleaned up and they were letting cars through. Just as he turned off, he got a glimpse of the accident victims. Simple fender bender Snake figured. However he recognized that blue Mazada and license plate. It was Otacon! Snake let out a sigh hoping no body was hurt, but from the looks of it, all was well. Snake stopped at the corner down by the exit ramp. The corner of 42nd and 3rd.
The Sum of All Fears
by
Big Boss
Chapter 1---Rush Hour
It was a cold, snowy day, December 26th, the day after Christmas. Snake awoke, he had been sleeping on the couch. His apartment was a mess. Snake had held a little get together last night for Christmas. He had a little too much to drink, you could tell by his hang over. Snake stumbled off the couch and took a shower, his head was pounding. When he got out he took some asprin to help it go away, but it was no use. Snake got dressed and grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
Snake got into his car and started it, quickly turning the heat on. It was a simply FORD Contor, but he atleast had some wheels now of his own. He drove down West 5th street and on. For a few years now, Snake had been living in New York City, so has Otacon. It was 9:46 AM and Snake had a 9:30 appointment with Otacon today. Philantrophy was recuiting new workers. Snake and Otacon had been reviewing new applications all month. Today they were scheduled to make their choice of a new member. Looks like the decision will have to wait a little longer.
"Rush hour in New York," Snake thought stuck in traffic,"the worst kind."
Snake turned onto the FDR. Bad move, it was backed up like mad. Snake was pissed,
"What's the point of listening to Traffic AM anymore?" Snake began to see the cones on the side of the rode, there was an accident up ahead, no doubt about it.
"Shit," Snake said in disgust. Luckly he saw an exit up above, "Better than nothing." Snake swiched on his turn signals and changed lanes to get off at the next exit.
The accident was now cleaned up and they were letting cars through. Just as he turned off, he got a glimpse of the accident victims. Simple fender bender Snake figured. However he recognized that blue Mazada and license plate. It was Otacon! Snake let out a sigh hoping no body was hurt, but from the looks of it, all was well. Snake stopped at the corner down by the exit ramp. The corner of 42nd and 3rd.