METAL GEAR FEAR
PROLOUGE:
7:58 am, Thursday 7/23
Manhattan
Four people sit around oval table, in the darkened conference room within a ritzy hotel.
(?): Gentleman, our employers have informed me of our… Mission.
(?)2: So? Stop fucking around, we're big boys; just tell us what the hell we're going to do.
(?)3: Why don't you shut the fuck up and let our fearless leader tell us. Have you ever considered that you're chattering delays the information from reaching our ears?
(?)2: DON'T YOU FUCKING DISRESPECT ME.
(?)4: Aye, he's right. Just let Cobra talk.
Gold Cobra: Heh, I do appreciate the sentiment boys, but I'm perfectly capable of dealing with Gecko myself.
Cobra's hand emerged from the shadows and placed out three manila folders on the desk. Cobra's hand was inside of the glove of a black sneaking suit, plated with gold. Go figure, eh?
Three hands emerged from the shadows and grabbed a folder. One was a pale hand, with a black sleeve from a black suit and a black shirt; the nails were long and sharp. The second hand was that of a hairy, pretty much normal hand, with a red long-sleeved shirt you would expect anyone to wear. The last was of a quick moving hand, with a blur of purple, it snatched the file and submerged back into the shadows.
(?)3: Should we read this now, Cobra, or should we wait until White Rhino arrives?
Cobra: You can read them whenever you want. They detail every part of mission. Just be sure to be familiar with them before the mission begins.
Gecko: So where the fuck is Rhino, anyhow? Too good to sit with the rest of us swine!
(?)4: Ah, you know Rhino don't like this bloody city. He can never be relaxed here; at least that's what he tells me.
(?)3: I think I remember him saying he had a… Bad experience when he was last here.
Gecko: 9/11?
(?)3: I don't think it was anything that recent.
Gecko: HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW? Let me guess, you've been lookin' in place your nose don't fucking belong, Crow!
Crow: … Let's just say it's a feeling I have.
Gecko: Fuck you and your "Feeling around".
Crow: Just do us all a favor and jump out a tall building.
The way Crow had been talking has been something that unnerved Gecko ever since he met him. Most of the time he just sounded agitated… But whenever he made threatening suggestions or the like, his voiced cooled down to a disturbing mono-tone. He was a sick bastard at that, Gecko has seen some of his… Work.
Gecko: … Whatever, man. I'm leaving, since you be pissing me the fuck off.
Crow: I hope you get it by a truck. Several times.
Within a few minutes, the meeting ended, both Crow and Red walked out onto the streets. Cobra remained.
After a few minutes of silence, Cobra pulled out a photo.
Cobra: … Solid Snake. I'm looking forward to meeting you very soon….