AN: Hey Everyone! This is my first fic and I'm a little nervous. Sorry that the first chapter us so short but they get longer, trust me. I hope you enjoy it! R&R and tell me what you think. Like it, hate it or love it still drop a review!
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Disclaimer: Oh yea, I don't own Metal Gear and none of its characters. (If I did the radar would have never left the game. That thing was hell of helpful.)
"Take him down now!"
"I'm trying to but he's too good!"
The blue blade moved swiftly and with great precision. Limbs fell gracefully to the ground as more and more soldiers ran to take their turns. A henchman flinched as the blood of his teammate splattered wildly on his face. He shivered madly but held his stance. He pulled his trigger in hopes that he'll hit his target but the blue wave made by the blade disconnected more people as the man wielding it came closer and closer.
"Stop or I'll shoot"
"Then shoot! It wouldn't be the first time I've died!"
The voice that came from the master swordsman was muffled with electrical interference. The henchman kept his word and pulled his trigger. The sword matched the speed of the bullets and reflected them all. The man fell to the ground wounded by his own bullets.
"What are you?"
"The ghost of war past."
"Now you will be the father of war future!" The voice came from the distance and was laced with a British accent. "Drop the gas"
The room slowly started to fill with white gas as the tails of a white lab coat disappeared through the door.
"No. No not that. The incubator gas!"
The powerful ninja dropped to his knees.