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Metal Gear Solid Technical Error

Full summary: Just read this chapter and you'll find out. Sucker...

Chapter 1: Infiltration

The light flickered as a bright green in the small plane and John knew it was time. His name was Johnny Grant, and he worked for FOXHOUND, a covert military division designed for solo operations involving tactical espionage in the field. John stood and readied his gear: a military vest wired with nanomachines design by Mei Ling, an analyst recruited just before Shadow Moses, a white military shirt, his dog tags that bore only his serial number and rank, a black balaclava that also was complemented by a pair of new "Tech" goggles, also named the Solid Lens, named after legendary figure Solid Snake, who for some reason wasn't his backup, and a pair of dark camouflage pants, designed to fit snugly and to adjust temperature for harsh weather, just as his vest. All of these, except for the tags, were clothing of his choice, him not liking the sneaking suits that he was originally issued.

The light began to stop flickering, and another one under it began to lightly flash as a dim yellow. John attached his hook on the foothold as the cargo bay doors opened slowly. His mission was about to begin. He readied his parachute, a primitive, yet under-the-radar method of infiltration, and made sure his binoculars and lighter were in place, and then he straddled his goggles to get them to adjust. The date flashed by as March 15, 2011, two years after the events at Big Shell that changed the community that we know today. Just after Shadow Moses, every organization, even civilians, had enough information to build and design a new Metal Gear. That had been a huge problem for FOXHOUND. Natasha Romanenko had written a book about the events of that operation entitled In the Darkness of Shadow Moses, and the press had attacked Foxhound day and night with accusations of treason and murder of DARPA chief Donald Anderson and ArmsTech president Kenneth Baker. Jim Houseman had shortly thereafter confessed of his involvement in the incident and then proceeded to commit suicide.

Information about Metal Gear had leaked over the internet, presumably the work of fugitive Revolver Ocelot, surviving member of FOXHOUND after Shadow Moses. The government wasn't too happy about this, beefing up Homeland Security and disbanding FOXHOUND. Roy Campbell returned not but a few years before Big Shell and apparently reinstated FOXHOUND. They sent in an agent codenamed Raiden as their agent, who returned to the states, but was never seen since. Campbell's niece, Meryl Silverburgh- the light glowed a healthy red now- had been treated for bullet wounds and planned for the reinstatement of FOXHOUND. She was deemed mentally ill by FOXHOUND specialist Naomi Hunter, but Campbell's authority had prevented her from being committed, seeing as how FOXHOUND was already in service of the military and could not be expanded or up scaled, especially after the young agent had been possessed by Psycho Mantis, Foxhound's psychic expert. She even had a few trauma-induced panic attacks, where she woke up in the night screaming about Shadow Moses, crying out Snake's name in futility.

That was when Natasha had founded Philanthropy, an Anti-Metal Gear Organization who battled this threat under the watchful eye of the President. A member of that organization named Yuri Reach, a Russian agent that was formerly a member of the CIA, was captured by a terrorist organization known as Red Cell, a group of former Criminals, soldiers, and code breakers that defected to Russia and enlisted members of the mafia, many former KGB agents, Russian soldiers, and scientists from around the world that all make up White Cell, the counterpart of Red Cell that carries out the orders. These terrorist groups are named in part after Dead Cell and just changing the first section to fit their only message, transmitted to the white house: "We shall breathe life back into the warriors that are our world's soldiers. Resistance is futile, do not resist."

The group then continued to kidnap key members of the U.S. government and acquire part of Big Boss's remains through still unknown means, as the remains of him still remain safe and sound in a bunker located in a disclosed location unknown to the public and even the highest military officers. There were no alarms triggered and no missing pieces of the remains reported….at this point, it is said that it is a bluff to cover up the missing warheads stolen from a U.S. base in Virginia, left over from the Metal Gear D in Zanzibar Land, along with the body of Frank Jagear, former FOXHOUND operative left in a fatal coma still preserved inside the destruction.

John stepped forward and took a deep breath. His mission was simple. He was to rescue the hostages, destroy Red Cell's base of operations, a military base abandoned by the Soviet Union after Operation Snake Eater, where Big Boss infiltrated the facility and defeated the Cobra Unit and Colonel Volgin's faction, and his final objective was to retrieve the remains of Big Boss and any Data he could find on their research. Scans of the area revealed another fortress; one built after Snake Eater by the mob and used as a base for their black market ops, was revealed to be used by Red Cell and added onto by White Cell. John was skydiving in mid-winter, but the snow normally encountered wasn't for many miles, jungle shielded by the evergreen effect of radiation from the destruction of Sokolov's research facility keeping it warm. The facility where the hostages were kept was supposedly in the old mob base, renamed Army's Heaven, after the dream that Commander Gene (codename: Viper) from the Cold War unit FOX, of which FOXHOUND was based, in which there was a world in which warriors like Big Boss would always have a place. Big Boss then created Outer Heaven with the same vision.

John tipped over the edge gradually, and then let the wind throw him into the air. It was exhilarating, that fall. John almost enjoyed it, but he was on duty. No time for cheap thrills. He pulled the metal cord on his pack and the chute deployed, flaring him for a second and violently yanking him into a sideways position. John began to control his descent and let out a sigh of relief, the balaclava allowing him to breathe through the mask. It was designed like mesh, but the holes were so small you couldn't tell. John breathed in his first whiff of fresh air and readied for a landing, his slightly stocky build tensed to absorb the shock of the impact. John held his breath, but his feet touched down safely.

John detached his parachute and left the biodegradable cloth as the nanomachines wired inside the cloth ate way at it, dissolving it in an instant, wiping away any trace of his presence. He set his black pack on the ground and removed the cord and parachute rings and then threw it across his back, ready for storage if he needed it. John brought his finger up and tapped the receiver in his ear as the little bones stimulated a beeping noise in his brain, so only he could hear it and he could talk without even saying a word. His mind would switch over and his body would basically remain on auto-pilot, reacting as he would to his surroundings, his mind working as his body, transmitting to the other side and making expressions and replaying videos and pictures using stimulants in your brain that connected to your retinas, as if he had stepped into a virtual world filled with new, undiscovered technology.

"This is Falcon, do you read?" he asked, using his codename to refer to himself. "I read you loud and clear, Falcon." Replied Col. Roy Campbell over on the other side, his wrinkles and aging face clear over on the other side. John blinked as his goggles began to display the frequency number on screen as well as in his mind, then he reported in, "The infiltration was a success. Reporting for duty."

Ooooohhhhh...classic metal gear infiltration...Well...you'll have to wait until chapter two folks. (For those who care. # )