Metal Gear: The New Menace

By: SolidSnake

Chapter 1: The Beginning

---I do not own MGS, MGS2, or any characters other than the ones I made up.---

The past few days had been hell for Solid Snake. But finally the global threats were taken care of. Solidus Snake, Arsenal Gear, and the many Metal Gear Rays all destroyed by that rookie Jack, or "Raiden", his FOX-HOUND codename. Solid had finally returned home from all of the chaos. No more Metal Gears and no more Raiden. He set down the keys to his 2002 Dodge Viper GTS on his table, unbuttoned his tuxedo, and flung himself into his recliner. "Damn, it's good to be home. Damn good." He lit up a cigarette. Behind him, he heard a noise. A faint noise coming from the other room. "You've got mail. You've got mail."

"God I hate that thing," Snake said. He got up and walked into the computer room. After turning on the light and sitting down, Snake grabbed his computer's mouse. "Now where is this 'e-mail' thing at.....ah here it is." He clicked it and up popped a video message. The video was scrambled to where you could only make out a female silhouette. The audio was crisp. It said, "Snake, you know who this is." Snake gasped.

"Meryl...?" he whispered to himself.

"There is a new type of Metal Gear being produced in Alaska. This version of Metal Gear is posing a large nuclear threat to the world." The message paused for a moment.

"Alaska? Again?" Snake muttered to himself.

"And Snake?" The message seemed to be intentionally toying with him. He threw his finished cigarette into the trash can. "I'll be waiting for you." The message stopped. He sighed.

"I knew a weekend without some sort of Metal Gear in it was too good to be true," Snake said. Just as he was getting up for another cig, his phone rang. He then walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" He said.

"Snake? This is Hal Emme- er, Otacon. Is there anything strange going on?"

"Yeah. There's a new Metal Gear being constructed in Greenland. How did you know there was something happening?"

"Ha, very funny Snake." Otacon chuckled. "You've still got that sense of humor. Now, tonight's bowling night, and-"

"I'm NOT kidding, Otacon." Snake interrupted. "I'm serious. I just got a video g-mail from someone who sounded exactly like Meryl Silverburgh."

"First of all, it's E-mail, Snake." Otacon said. "And second, why exactly are you going to go to Alaska? Can't someone else destroy Metal Gear for a change?"

"Don't you remember, Otacon?" Snake asked. "We are a team. We are Philantropy. And saving the world is a hell of a lot more important than bowling."

"You're right." Otacon said.

"By the way Otacon," Snake exclaimed with a smirk.

"Yea Snake?"

"I'm not going to Alaska alone." Snake smiled widely.

"You mean....you're saying I....oh nuts." Otacon laughed

Snake laughed and hung up the phone. Just then he remembered something. Something he had stupidly forgotten. He put his hand up to his ear. "Otacon?" he said. Inside his ear, a surprised Otacon said, "Oh, yeah. The Codec!!" Both Snake and Otacon shared a good laugh. "Otacon, meet me at my house in 2 hours. I'll get our gear ready."

"OK, Snake!" He took his hand off of his ear. Snake walked into his bedroom. He sat down on his bed quietly and thought for a few moments. Then, he got up, pushed a button, and his walls suddenly flipped around revealing his sneaking suit, bandanna, stealth camouflage, weapons, other accessories, and more lined the room's walls. Snake sighed. He then walked over to the wall and looked for things he'd need. "Let's see...Rations, better grab a few of those...Night Vision goggles may come in handy...should probably get the thermal goggles too...SOCOM pistol is a must...I'll grab the rest if I need it when I get there." He then walked into the bathroom to relax for a while.

After a nice hot bath and a change into his sneaking suit, Snake sat down to sleep for the last hour he had in his house until he got back from Alaska. AGAIN. Suddenly, he heard a door creak. He immediately bolted upright, gun drawn towards the door. "Hey! Don't shoot! It's me, Snake!" Otacon shut off his stealth camouflage.

"Otacon!" Snake said as he holstered his SOCOM. "I thought you gave me your stealth camouflage."

"I did," Otacon explained. "That was one of my first models. I've been developing newer ones that work better. It will give us an upper advantage."

"Let's get going, shall we?" Snake replied. They headed out of his house, and Otacon walked to his old, rusty beater. "Ahem." Snake cleared his throat and shook his head towards his Viper.

"A good choice." Otacon replied with a smile. He got his things from his car and went with Snake. They then both got into the car and drove. After passing the Canadian border and travelling for hours, they came upon the southeastern Canada-Alaska border. When they stopped for the usually routine passport check, there weren't any actual officials. Instead, surrounding Snake's car, were ten Russian terrorists. "Get out of the car-Now!" One of them pointed his AKS-74u Assault rifles into the car directly at Snake. Snake got out of the car, hands in the air. Strange, he thought to himself. Where's Otacon? Where'd he go? Then he remembered the stealth. "Good old Otacon," Snake said.

"Any friends with you?" One of the terrorists stuck the muzzle of his gun to Snake's forehead. "No," Snake calmly replied. "You?" The terrorist was puzzled. "Look behind you." The terrorist turned around to find Otacon with an assault rifle pointed at him. The terrorist immediately dropped his weapon and laid down on the ground, with his hands on the back of his head. "You're right, Otacon. That did come in handy." Otacon dropped the gun to the ground and let out a big sigh of relief.

"You know I hate guns, Snake," Otacon said. "They make me tense up. I feel uneasy around them."

"You did a great job. We got lucky." Snake replied. He then started picking up the knocked out guards and stuffing them into his car. Otacon asked, "Snake, what are you doing?"

"Don't want these guys letting anyone know we're here, do we?" Snake said. He then put his car into neutral, and started pushing it toward a nearby dropoff on the road. "Help me out, Otacon." Otacon came over and helped him push it over.

"Snake, that was a $75,000 car. Why'd you do that?" Otacon was shocked at Snake's decision.

Snake replied, "Saving the world is more important than owning a nice sports car right now. I can always buy one later." Snake picked up a silenced M9 pistol from the ground that one of the terrorists dropped, loaded it, and handed it to Otacon. "You need to stay just in sight of the terrorist base. Use this only if you need to."

"But Snake, I-"

"I know you hate guns." Snake told Otacon. "You may need it though. Oh, and take one of these." He handed Otacon a cigarette.

"Snake, smoking causes lung cancer. I don't want one of these."

"Remember how useful they can be?" Snake said. "Keep if just in case."

"Alright, Snake. Be careful." Otacon put the cigarette into his pocket and turned on his stealth camouflage. "I'll be here if you need me. I'll try to hack into their security system."

Snake nodded, drew his SOCOM, and headed toward the base. After a short walk, he stopped and checked out the layout of the building. There were three warehouses connected only by rooftop tunnels. "This should be FUN," Snake mumbled to himself. The only entrance was guarded by many Russian terrorists in Arctic gear. There was also a large water barrier between the building and Snake. There seemed not to be any doors on the building. He would have to go through the frigid water to get in. "This is going to be a long fight," Snake said, and he set off toward the edge of the water.