When The Tables Turn
By: Duk Version 1
Prologue
It was a foggy morning at Fox-Hound. One more day, one more Metal Gear clone to tackle. Meiling had found a report of a "Large metal object found on the horizon" After Otacon had investigated, it was found to be true. One more Metal Gear found in New Zealand, of all places. As Raiden and Snake were preparing themselves, Otacon loaded the usual gear into the Black Hawk helicopter they would be using. A pair of SOCOM pistols, a few rations and some spare ammo. Anything they would need beyond that, they would surely find. "You guys ready?" Otacon remarked as he finished loading the junk. "You're never ready to take lives," Snake quipped back. "Sorry, I forgot. Everyone get in." Said Otacon. The three comrades loaded into the Black Hawk and headed out.
A few hours later, the tiny island that the Metal Gear had been reported on was in sight. "Get ready to go" Otacon alerted Snake and Raiden as they attached themselves to the ropes they would use to deploy on. Otacon had begun the decent ad was hovering 50 feet above the ground when they arrived. Two helicopters, a Hind D and a Kasatka flanked them and opened fire. "GO! NOW!" Otacon shrieked as he swerved the Black Hawk to try and avoid the fire. The copter jerked suddenly, throwing Otacon out the side. Snake and Raiden, however, stayed, attached to the ropes. Snake grabbed the controls and flew the wounded bird out of the area. The Hind and Kasatka didn't seem interested in following. "What about Otacon?" Raiden yelled as Snake escaped as well as he could. "He's most likely dead, and even if he isn't, we can't risk an extraction. Not with those choppers patrolling like that." Snake answered. "He'll have to fend for himself until the launch."
By: Duk Version 1
Prologue
It was a foggy morning at Fox-Hound. One more day, one more Metal Gear clone to tackle. Meiling had found a report of a "Large metal object found on the horizon" After Otacon had investigated, it was found to be true. One more Metal Gear found in New Zealand, of all places. As Raiden and Snake were preparing themselves, Otacon loaded the usual gear into the Black Hawk helicopter they would be using. A pair of SOCOM pistols, a few rations and some spare ammo. Anything they would need beyond that, they would surely find. "You guys ready?" Otacon remarked as he finished loading the junk. "You're never ready to take lives," Snake quipped back. "Sorry, I forgot. Everyone get in." Said Otacon. The three comrades loaded into the Black Hawk and headed out.
A few hours later, the tiny island that the Metal Gear had been reported on was in sight. "Get ready to go" Otacon alerted Snake and Raiden as they attached themselves to the ropes they would use to deploy on. Otacon had begun the decent ad was hovering 50 feet above the ground when they arrived. Two helicopters, a Hind D and a Kasatka flanked them and opened fire. "GO! NOW!" Otacon shrieked as he swerved the Black Hawk to try and avoid the fire. The copter jerked suddenly, throwing Otacon out the side. Snake and Raiden, however, stayed, attached to the ropes. Snake grabbed the controls and flew the wounded bird out of the area. The Hind and Kasatka didn't seem interested in following. "What about Otacon?" Raiden yelled as Snake escaped as well as he could. "He's most likely dead, and even if he isn't, we can't risk an extraction. Not with those choppers patrolling like that." Snake answered. "He'll have to fend for himself until the launch."