Introduction - Primal Eyes
"Things have been pretty quiet for a while you know." Otacon was rather talking to himself, or what he realized from what Snake was preoccupying himself with. "Can't say we have any new leads on Metal Gear though, sorry Snake."
Snake walked over to Otacon's station that was cluttered. "You shouldn't apologize, it's not your fault." Snake's eye scanned over the small area of the New York apartment. "I can say this though... Why move to a city like this? Why not Los Angeles or something?"
"An answer to that is unknown to me, besides, this city doesn't care who you are, just as long as there are people around that crowd. Have you heard the news though?" Otacon sighed. "I know this may be a disappointing Christmas Gift, but it seems like FOXHOUND is really falling apart."
Snake pressed his face against the screen, it was an official article, media released. FOXHOUND disbanding and many trying to keep it alive. "It will never reach the public, Otacon. Politics lie, media lies even more..." He searched himself for a cigarette. "Tell me if you find anything interesting." Snake lifted his right hand. "I need a smoke."
Otacon left Snake to it, seeing the habit was a routine. Snake took a long, hard sigh. His eyes looking around, seeing everything was normal, or at least his thoughts were telling him. It was uneasy, seeing that his last visit to New York wasn't pleasant. He saw the Twin Towers, then looking over at the Chrysler Building.
Snake watched his breath. I guess nothing will be the same like that Christmas in 1997. Who would have thought that something inside us would bring out so much concern and worry? So many lives killed because of what lies within ourselves. Our own worst enemy... His thoughts once again betraying him. No trace of her around here. I only heard from her once more after the incident, but now I wonder. What steps will be taken knowing that this threat, will someday, happen again?
Inching back inside and shriving, Snake ignored Otacon, who was trying to get his attention. There was nothing said between them as Snake grabbed his brown trench coat that was at the door. He headed straight outside, scaling the railings and stairs, trying to avoid the ice. His eyes observed the city, more dead than usual. The silence was concerning him for a city like this.
New York was settling, even if there was snow. Not many cars by the weather or so he could tell by that around him. Snake knew that it has been very different since the years passing. He ended up stopping at a usual place, not understanding why his mind glanced to the past.
Another sigh as Snake looked at the building. Carnegie Hall, where it all started and which the events that took place, changed the world. I never want to see anything like that again. He closed his eyes, remembering the days and the people he met not too long ago. Smelling the sweet air around him, memories flooded back. Upon reopening his eyes, he once again glanced at the woman that changed everything...