Metal Gear Solid 4
Operation Philanthropy
Prologue
The Start of Operation Philanthropy
August 24th, 2015
The light glimmered on the lake behind. A man that looked to be in his late 50s or early 60s had just arrived. He went straight back to a grave, as if he had been there before. The grave belonged to his best friend, a man by the name of Frank Jaeger, also known as Grey Fox. The old man saluted the grave, but it wasn't long before a chopper came bearing down and landed behind the man.
"Otacon. Even the dead have ears." The old man said in a rough voice.
"We've got to go." The old man quickly turned around.
"There's an old friend waiting for you." Otacon said while pushing up his glasses.
The two walked back to the chopper. The old man stopped just before he got on in order to see a glimpse of this so called, old friend. The man sitting down was even older and had a cane. He quickly got up and offered his hand out.
"Snake" The old friend said, yes this man was nun other than the Legendary Solid Snake.
"Colonel!" Snake said as he grabbed his hand and lifted himself up into the chopper's seats.
Otacon quickly got into the chopper as well and shut the door. There was a brief silence between the three, but Colonel Campbell quickly broke that.
"Not anymore...We've found him...The Middle East." Campbell said in a low, but rather serious tone.
Snake just grunted after hearing the news as the chopper lifted off. Campbell then spoke up.
"I'll explain along the way. We've got to stop him now, before it's too late."
"Liquid has made his move." Otacon said as he pushed up his glasses.
"Liquid has taken command of an immense army and is now preparing to lead an armed insurrection." Campbell slowly said.
Snake continued not to say a word, instead just grunting. Snake pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as he listened to the news about Liquid. The chopper hadn't been in the air long, they had only moved a small distance in what seemed like a lifetime.
"Since the Manhattan incident, restrictions on military intervention in foreign countries have eased, fueling the demand for mercenaries. Today the world's wars largely depend on PMCs (Private Military Companies) whose business include supplying these mercenaries. PMCs have become a serious threat to the world." Campbell said all of this while taking a few breathes.
Snake put out his cigarette and spoke up.
"The U.S. has exported too much military power. Now she's paying the price."
"In total they have enough manpower to rival the U.S. military. Based on our investigation, the five largest PMCs are run by a dummy corporation which acts as a single mother company."
"And the mother company?" Snake said with a grunt.
"Outer Heaven." Campbell said this without any hesitation what so ever.
"The one place in which soldiers will always have a place..." Snake sounded a little sad when he said this.
"No one else can stop him. The Patriots are involved too. You're the world's only hope." Campbell never sounded more serious until he said this. Snake just let out a grunt like normal and lowered his head.
There was a long moment of silence before anyone actually spoke up. Apparently it had been the pilot of the chopper who said they had arrived at their destination. It was Philanthropy's headquarters. It was just an old partially sunken submarine on the coastline of Alaska. No one spoke until they got to the front door of the base.
"Snake...have you heard any word from Raiden as of late?" Otacon said while opening the door and trying not to sound burdened.
Snake just looked at Otacon for a second as if he had no idea what was going on.
"It...It was nothing, we just haven't heard from him recently and we were getting a little worried is all."
"He may be young, but he can take care of himself, Otacon." Snake said while helping Campbell into the base.
Otacon didn't say another word, instead he just mumbled to himself. "I, hope you're right Snake."
The base wasn't some fancy dolled up mansion like many might think it was. It was run down and there was water leaking from the ceiling of the old sub. None of it had been repaired, but there were bits and pieces that had seemed to be remodeled in order for the old sub to be fit for a base. The air was stuffy and the metal rang out throughout the sub when you stepped on it. It wasn't the average place to live, thats for sure.
It had been awhile since Snake and Otacon had been back to the base, but they had gotten wind that other than Noami, they were the only ones left in Philanthropy. The many others that were there apparently went and joined the U.S. military. They had to come up with a plan to stop Liquid before he finally had the perfect world once envisioned by Big Boss.
"We aren't sure when FoxDie will kick in again, so we have to hurry up with Liquid's take down. If only Noami was here at the moment, we could get a decent amount of FoxDie suppressors, but she left around last month in order to do more investigation on Liquid and his motives." Otacon took his glasses off and rubbed his head.
"Otacon. This isn't some simple covert operation in order to take down a Metal Gear like always. We are going up against an army that can rival the U.S. It won't be that simple to just go in and take Liquid out. You do recall that he has a Metal Gear Ray with him. I am positive he has made more since then or made more up-to-date models of Ray." Snake said this while taking out another cigarette.
"I am aware of that Snake. He has been making new models of Metal Gear in the past few years, but what we really need to focus on is how to get you into Outer Heaven without having to take down a whole army." Otacon put his glasses back on as Campbell spoke up.
"We can use OctoCamo. It is a new type of camouflage that has recently been developed. Instead of simple blending in with your environments, you become them. The suit matches your surroundings perfectly. For example, if I was to put my hand against it, it would turn to the color of my hand in that spot instead of the usual black."
"That could come in handy Snake. Do you know where to get some Campbell or how to make it?"
"Yes. Before you picked me up I figured you might want one so I took a few just in case." Campbell said in a good voice.
Snake took the suit and left for a few minutes in order to change and test our it's capabilities. Snake quickly came out talking about how uncomfortable it was, but convenient in a situation it could be. Snake went to get his guns and ammo that he had left lying around his room. Snake soon came back, looking like he had already prepared for this war.
"We will drop you off sometime tomorrow or the day after Snake. We will all be participating, you won't be alone! I'll try to contact Noami and the others during this time span. It is time to commence Operation Philanthropy. It is time to take Liquid down once and for all!" Otacon said in an abrupt voice.
Author's Note: If you are wondering about this fanfic, it is my own version of Metal Gear Solid 4. I tried to choose a name for it other than Guns of the Patriots, but I guess you guys don't really care about that huh? Well anyways, as you have probably realized by now, I used some actually conversation from the 15 min. MGS 4 trailer. Why? Well if you are wondering, I am following a similar story so it seemed appropriate to use the dialog. It will be noticable different in some aspects of the trailer and will most likely be quite different compared to what MGS 4 will be. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and would like reviews of criticism, praise, ect. If you find anything or would like to suggest something you might want to see go ahead and put it in the review and I'll consider it and take it into my head.
