(This is an ongoing project between Mizagium, TheHiddenAssassin, and me. The plot itself is mine, but Mizagium and the HiddenAssassin are going to write it for me. Why? Cause they're better than me. Technically, this is my first "serious" story. enjoy)

Fallen Liberty

Chapter One

By Mizagium

1972

23 years after Nazi invasion

16 years after Nazi victory

Philadelphia: the City of Brotherly Love, and the birthplace of American freedom. Nothing more than a symbol now, a paragraph in the history books. Books that were in the process of being rewritten by America's new masters. The coming of war brought conflict to American soil for the first time in almost a century, the last being the American Civil War. Abraham Lincoln was able to keep the nation from falling apart then, but such was not the case this time.

America was on the brink of total oblivion. Its military shattered, the government decapitated, and the people subjugated. Yet there was still a glimmer of hope, for in this very city were freedom was born once, it is being born once more.

In a secret military bunker, tucked away from the main pathways and roads, Big Boss stared with general unease, through the one-way mirror, at the woman screaming in pain. Each time she screamed, he flinched, much to the amusement of his companion.

"A bit squeamish, are we?" Colonel Ocelot teased. Big Boss shot him a stare that would cut diamond. "It's only childbirth. I know you've seen worse on the battlefield. Done worse, in fact." Something about his friend's discomfort put a smile on the colonel's face.

"It's different," Big Boss replied, his face contorting with the woman. Not in sympathy for her pains, but for another reason. "This is just... wrong." There was no better word for how he felt.

"Wrong? Do explain."

"Who are we to play god? Each man was brought into this world as a unique individual. Now we have gone and taken that from this child. He will never be an individual. Only a copy."

"Now's not the time to find a set or morals. America needs this; the world needs this. The Patriots have always defended American freedom, and now we have failed. This is our only chance: our secret weapon against the Nazis! Why can't you see that?"

"I see it alright, but I don't like it." His whole body shuddered as the first child was born. "I don't like it one bit." but that wouldn't stop him from loving that child with every fiber of his being, a fact which he smartly kept to himself. Regardless, Ocelot seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

Moving in the way of his sight, Ocelot said, "I wonder how the world's greatest soldier will do as a father?" Big Boss scowled. "I can see it now: 'Daddy, can I have a cookie?' 'No, son. Here, eat this snake instead. Better kill it fast.'" Ocelot broke down into a fit of laughter as he was pushed aside. Big Boss crossed his arms and resumed watching the woman.

"You said something earlier, Jake." Ocelot picked himself up and faced his friend once more. "You asked me: 'Who are we to play god?' Well, I know who we are," Big Boss looked suspiciously at him.

"Who are we?"

"We're the goddamn Patriots."

It must have been his imagination, but Big Boss swore he hear the Liberty Bell chime in the distance. Impossible, that old thing was taken down as soon as the first German Panzer rolled through Philadelphia's streets.