NOTICE: I DO NOT OWN MOST OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY! THE ONLY CHARACTERS I DO OWN ARE THE ONES WHO YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE!

Prologue: FOXHOUND

"I used to love Paris so much." Thought a little man dressed in all white as the taxi he was in sped across the city of Paris, France. The man's name was Peter Cress, a professor who practiced with nuclear energy and specialized in EMP devices. Back in the year 3122, Cress had a run of bad luck after a loan shark threatened his life if he didn't come up with the money he had borrowed. With aid from a mysterious benefactor, Cress was able to pay off the loan shark, but was also forced to become a member of the benefactor's secret society which, until recently, was located in Paris.

Suddenly, the cab stopped and the driver motioned for him to pay and get out. Without hesitation, Cress pulled out his wallet and paid the man. Upon leaving the cab, Cress began to view his surroundings. He was disappointed when he learned that he was in one of the lowliest parts of Paris where all the poor and the miserable were left to search for food and shelter like rats. Ignoring the grief and sadness of the place, Cress took out a small slip of paper from his wallet and read the address in his mind.

"220, Pierre Street." Cress read.

"Glad to see that you're not as incompetent as I thought you were going to be, Professor." A voice said which startled Cress to the point where he almost dropped his bag. Cress had always been a clumsy and easily frightened man. For what reason, he was not sure.

As Cress regained balance and turned around, he saw a tall man dressed in a black shirt, greyish black pants, and a black trench coat standing against a wall and looking straight at him with innocent, yet still somehow, menacing eyes. A split second later, the man stood up and walked over to Cress with his long blonde hair drooping over his eyes a little. Cress wondered if this was his mysterious benefactor. Once the two were in a close range of each other, the blonde-haired man stretched out a hand and smiled a bit.

"Welcome to Paris, Professor Cress. So glad you could make it." The blonde-haired man said as he and Cress shook hands.

"Thank you, sir." Cress said as his fear dropped a little bit. "And may I ask what your name is?" Cress finished while also managing a little smile.

"I have no real name, but those who fear me and know me call me Liquid Snake." The man said taking his hand back and putting his entire arm around Cress.

"S....so I suppose that you're my savior that sent me the money a few years back?" Cress asked while trying not to act uncomfortable with Liquid's arm around him.

"No Professor Cress, your benefactor is someone you will not meet in this or any other lifetime. In fact, he has asked me to be your guide as he uses you in his latest plan." Liquid said with a menacing smile.

"P...plan?" Cress asked as his fear began to rise again.

"Yes, a plan to show the world that FOXHOUND is still strong and even bigger and better than before when Big Boss was our leader." Liquid said with a bit of a laugh.

"S...so what is this...uh....plan?" Cress asked with a little shakiness in his voice.

"The plan is a simple one. About a month ago, one of your benefactor's good friends, a man by the name of Trenton Granger, was killed on an assignment to supply us and other organizations with a deadly virus. He was killed in New York City after one of those S.M.A.S.H. heroes tossed him off the Empire State Building." Liquid said, slowly getting angrier.

"Well, that is an interesting story. But what does any of this have to do with me? I'm not a biologist or a chemist, I'm a physicist. I don't know anything about germ warfare, if that's what you were hoping to get out of me." Cress said, trying to muster enough courage to prove to Liquid Snake that he was a man, and not a mouse. Instead, Liquid didn't yell at Cress, but looked him straight in the eyes with a big, evil smile.

"Who said anything about using germ warfare, Cress? I know I didn't." Liquid said as his menacing smile became even more menacing. It was at this point that Cress knew what the whole thing was all about, and that he was now locked in a deal with the devil.