"Colonel, you can't be serious."
"Snake, that's the mission. I know this a bit unorthodox"
Out at sea, a few miles from the coast of Japan, Colonel Campbell and Solid Snake stand on the aft bow of a vacation yacht. Both the men are dressed in casual attire- the Colonel in a dark brown suit, with a pair of leather loafers, buttons shining as the sun struck them and Snake, clean shaven, with a loose tropical flannel shirt, blue jean shorts and the cheapest flip flops someone could buy. Looking at the wake the boat left behind, taking in a deep breath of air before lighting a cigarette, Snake turned and asked again.
"What exactly will I be doing in Japan?"
The Colonel replied, "Let me explain again."
The men took a seat and the Colonel began, "There's intel that a young lady harbors the plans for a formidable weapon. Much more powerful than anything we've ever seen. As you know, this is a Philanthropy's op."
"That reminds me, Colonel. Why are you participating in this with us? Me and Otacon generally plan things like this out ourselves."
"Otacon had a little trouble convincing you to even consider this. That why he asked me to help him. He knew I could get you to go along with his scheme."
Snake grunted, "Otacon..."
"We're straying from the topic. Let me continue. We also have information of threats to this woman. It will be you're objective is to protect her."
"Ok, how exactly will I go about doing that?"
"You will go deep cover and observe the target. I hoped you brushed up on your Japanese."
"Hmph"
"You look surprised, Snake", the Colonel smiled.
"I'm definitely not happy."
"You will go in under the guise of an English teacher. From that position you will observe the target and provide feedback to Otacon."
"Colonel! I've never taught a class before. How the hell do you expect me to not make a fool of myself!?"
"Snake, you taken on greater obstacles before. I know this is out of your comfort zone, but I'm confident you will adapt and accomplish the mission."
The sound of galls filled the air, as the yacht approached the dock. Snake looked down and ran his hand across his face. He took another puff of his cigarette and tossed the filter into the sea. Reaching in his pocket, Snake grabbed another, lit it and asked, "Who exactly will I be watching?"
The Colonel reached into his coat pocket. After some time digging around, pulling out several unnecessary objects, he produced a photo and handed it to Snake. He then said,
"This is your target. Her name is Haruhi Suzumiya."