The Brightest Lights In the Darkest Skies
Author's note: I'm starting yet another multi chapter fic! I couldn't resist writing something about Snake having to assassinate Naomi after her FOXDIE creation. I wanted to write it in a style of a thriller but keep a small spark of romance between the lines. I'm hoping I can make this epic as I want it to turn out.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
"It's an assassination mission."
"Assassination? I've already had my fill of those."
"This one is of utmost importance, it can even save all of human life if put into motion."
"Sounds like heavy duty stuff, now I see why you brought me in, you people and your blackmail."
Colonel Campbell lifted up the sheet of paper he had been studying to take a glimpse at the man before him. He looked tired, a little older of course, but most of all worn out. He didn't like making this old friend of his go through such drastic and hard missions but who else would be able to handle such a case? The government always asked for him for a reason, because he didn't even care about his well being on the missions, hell, many reports that recorded his progressions could even call him a bit suicidal when doing his job, but that is what made him the best of the best, the risks involved.
"Snake- David, I know I seem to keep bringing you back into this world but,"
"Yeah I know," he handed off, "I was born into this, it's my cause and all that." he said it so sternly, his former officer breathed a sigh and showed him the paper by sliding it across the desk. David just peered at the paper with a light scowl, he could already figure what he had to do, just snipe the person and get the hell outta there, and it was always the case when an assassination was involved, especially if it was political.
After further inspection he noticed the picture plainly printed on the paper, it was of a woman. When he studied it more it seemed to make sense, the woman was the head chief of FOXHOUND medical staff, Naomi Hunter, the woman who gave him support on Shadow Moses island a year ago, also the same woman who injected him with FOXDIE and the whole thing still baffled him.
"Why her…" he asked quietly, he wasn't exactly too fond of her ever since the injection occurred but he had no resentment towards, in fact he wanted to learn more about her after finding her true intentions of revenge upon him.
"FOXDIE is a rather serious serum as you know, and its all in her hands. Since she is the holder, the creator, the CIA has instigated an issue of termination on the possessor. I don't know the further details on this case, all I know is I had to report this to you, to do your duty and that's that basically."
"But the Pentagon created it, what, years ago? And then she joined the project and accomplished what they couldn't with the virus, but why would they even bother to bring up this issue now when she's possibly in a prison anyway?"
"No. She's out," Campbell said without a slight sign of shock.
"What??"
"Someone got her out of there a few months back, records state it was you but it couldn't have been since I knew all about you being holed up in Alaska with my niece." Roy said a little uncomfortably since he knew David formed a romantic relationship with his niece Meryl and the subject always got him a little weary.
"I see…huh...this is getting to become quite the headache," David exclaimed studying her picture quietly.
"We heard the last place she has been seen in is around New York or possibly D.C., definitely far from the maximum security area which she was held in. Your mission is to kill on sight and leave behind no evidence; surely you know how to handle it," Roy's voice was a bit shaken up at the last comment, "This is difficult for me to instruct, in that small amount of time I've known Naomi on Shadow Moses, she was a great dedicated woman, we got along well and I respected her. I only wish I knew more about the mysteries that shrouded her then, and why she was so involved in her work."
David stayed silent eyeing his former commander with apprehension and possibly even guilt. He didn't want to kill her; even as though he has said numerous times death was easy for him, he always had a certain soft spot for the woman and wanted to know more and more about her. He didn't even want to blame her for trying to exact revenge upon him since he felt so cold and merciful during the event.
The CIA really had a warrant on her head but why would it only be for something the government had already developed? Killing off someone that participated in their own project sounded down right inane. And picking him for the mission seemed a little peculiar as well.
He sighed lowly and fidgeted in his seat, "When do I leave?"
This was basically an introduction to the story and I thought it turned out pretty well as it's showing the basis of the plot! I never thought I'd put this story into motion but after having a conversation about such an idea with SaiphNebula, I decided to go for it. Let me know what you guys think!