AN: Hello once more my faithful readers. If this is the first time reading one of my works, you may be a bit confused. Simply put, if you want to know the basis of what's going to happen check out my profile. It will explain things fully. But I digress. Onto the story!
War. It's one of things that stays the same in the world. The tech might change, the people might change, but conflict? That stays the same. I know how it goes, I served my country to fight it. I got out eventually, but conflict still followed. I could never get enough of it. Maybe that should have been my first sign. Eventually, I decided to go freelance. Hell besides the fighting, mercenary work paid off. That is until I died anyways. Yeah, you read right. I died. Let me tell you how.
It was another routine mission. Get in, extract the target, and get out. Simple right? Well I got in alright, then it all started to go to shit. My client, some rich prick with way too money to waste, wanted me to get his son out of some shit he got into. The fucker apparently forgot to mention the fact that his son had managed to piss off some very dangerous people.
These guys had it all. Snipers with enough firepower to tear a man in half, cameras to watch the perimeters, shit even the regular grunts were equipped with MDRs for fucks sake! For you people who are curious about those, let's just say that the prototypes alone cost money. Anyway, after days of recon and monitoring enemy movements, I finally had an opening. I found a weak point in patrols and I exploited it, just like I was trained to. I made my way into the base, making sure to cover my tracks as I did.
Thankfully the stealth part of this mission was easy enough for me. After moving through the base, I was finally at the targets location. That's when I noticed something off. He wasn't moving. Aw shit. I moved to check his pulse. Yep, dead alright. Shit. Then the room flooded with light. Fuck.
I heard someone laughing above me. "Well well well, isn't this a surprise? Santiago finally sent someone for his bastard then? It's a shame really, he was going to be a nice little ransom ticket. Too bad he killed one of my men. Now all that's left is to deal with you." A cocky voice above me crowed. I turned, looking for the source of the voice. It was a little tricky, considering there was about a dozen guys aiming weapons down at me.
There he was. Wait a minute… oh come on! "Jenkins? Shit, this is your place? Well hell, if I had known that Santiago's kid was captured by you, I would have told him to keep the money." I said, staring at a familiar face. So as not to bore you, here's the quick exposition: Jenkins served with me. Jenkins got some screws loose when we served. Jenkins got discharged. See? Short and to the point. Now onto his reaction to me being here. Ha! The look on his face was priceless!
"Nate? Awww shit… Well, guess we can finally see who the better killer is. Good luck buddy, I'll be waiting for you at the gates of Hell." He stated, before turning and leaving. Well shit.
Instantly, the other 11 guys aimed, and I moved. Grabbing the dead man in front of me, I used him as a shield, making my way out of the room, tossing a grenade as I did. Thanks to my quick thinking, I managed to get out unscathed. Okay, where to go? Tossing the bullet ridden corpse aside, I sprinted down the hall to my right. An explosion boomed behind me.
Well, there goes stealth. Suddenly I could hear the intercom turn on. "Considering you're here now, I'm not taking any chances. See ya Nate! We're on a one way trip to hell!" I heard Jenkins exclaim. That's when alarms started blaring. Then a voice spoke throughout the base.
'Warning: Self Destruct System has been activated. 60 seconds remaining to detonation.' Oh come on! I knew Jenkins was crazy, but this? This tops it. I ran through the facility, gunning down any grunts who got in the way. I was about to make it to the exit when an explosion went off right next to me.
I was sent flying into the wall next to me, and when I impacted, I could tell I broke something vital. The voice from before spoke again. 'Detonation in 10 seconds.' I just lay there on the cold floor, waiting. I shut my eyes, and darkness overtook me.
AN:Don't worry, we'll get to the Metal Gear part of the story soon. First however, I want to put something out there: I will get some things wrong in the story. It's been a while since I've played any of the games, so bare with me here. Until next time: read, review and enjoy!
AN 2: Just rewriting these first few chapters folks, nothing to worry about!