Metal Gear Cherub

by TheCobaltKiller

Big Boss and his private militia, Diamond Dogs, are suddenly called upon by an unlikely client in the midst of their recovery, after their redevelopment in 1984. Big Boss, his comrades and their friends in London investigate a mysterious bombing which may lead to an unthinkable discovery.

1. The Request

Metal Gear Cherub Chapter One

"Your call, boss."

Smoking an e-cigar, the middle-aged commander stared down the request addressed to a title he'd once worn proud; 'Big Boss'. The bright screen, on which the message was displayed, illuminated his one good eye. He pocketed his e-cigar and turned to his trusty comms officer. Awaiting a response, the young man sat, fingers resting on his keyboard.

"Get back to them," his boss said to him. "Tell them we'll take the job. Revenue's been a little tight recently. I owe it to Deputy Chairman McAfferty anyway."

At his boss' designation, the young comms officer began typing. His head was down-facing, just above his keyboard, concealing a small hint of a smile. Snake, as he was sometimes known to his comrades, turned and walked away, towards the high-grade dormitories. As he calmly traversed Mother Base, his nearby soldiers saluted him. He couldn't help but smile at the respect given to him by the men he had recruited as they passed him on common ground they could call their own. It wasn't long before Big Boss reached his destination.

Opposite his room was that of his second-in-command, Kazuhira Miller. He knocked twice before entering. Kaz was shirtless, doing his morning chin-ups. After a couple more, Kaz dismounted and put on his shirt and sunglasses. On his desk, lay his dog tags, which he soon put on. They glistened in the light, but not as much as the sweat on his brow.

"Well?" he asked. "This one better be good."

"Follow me, Kaz."

With that, Snake led his loyal vice out of the room, and back to the command centre. As they back-tracked Snake's movements from but minutes prior, similar soldiers saluted their bosses. When they arrived at the command centre, Big Boss pointed to the large screen above the desk of computers, at which the same young comms officer still sat. On the screen, was the message that Snake had received before. It read;

John. It's been a while, hasn't it? How's Kaz? Well, I suppose I ought to cut to the chase. I write to you about an incident that occurred in London recently. I haven't much time to explain now, but here are the basic details;

A bomb exploded in the baggage area of Terminal 2 at London Heathrow Airport. The bomb exploded at 7:55 pm, as 60 people were inside the baggage area. The blast injured 22, one seriously. No one has claimed responsibly for the bombing.

Yours Sincerely,

Dr. Terence McAfferty