Chapter 2
Roll Call
The fall sky was darkening as a cool breeze blew over the Mediterranean Sea. The sun is setting as a small boat floats over the ocean. This boat seems to be taking course to a larger ship, the USS Swordfish an aircraft carrier for the Navy. As the sky settles, the small motor boat zooms across the crashing waves. Behind the wheel, is our friend, Otacon.
"Guys were about 2 miles east of the carrier, I'm setting it to cruise control," shouted Otacon to the men below. Otacon hit the silver switch can climbed down the later in the crews area.
The room was small, but homey and friendly. There was TV, refrigerator, and table. Beside Otacon there were to other men downstairs. There was also a machine. The machine seemed to be a satellite dish which was connected to a laptop and CODEC transmitter. The 3 were calmly playing cards, Otacon, Snake, and Campbell.
Campbell, who was long retired, shuffled the 5 cards in his hand. Although out of the service, Campbell returned to help Snake. "Friends don't let friends die Snake," is what he said over the phone, "I'll be there with you, even if it's support!" Since he had security clearance, he was a well needed factor is this mission. He was also there to provide Snake with support and military advice.
Snake seemed pretty confident with his cards. He was sitting back puffing on a cigarette and had his feet up on the table. He still had his powerful mullet and bandana, however. Although he hated the fact to return, he knew he was the only one that could pull this stunt off right. Whether it was his ego, or his will, he knew that he was the only one that could do this, and that's what made him return. Snake remembered what he was told by a dear friend, "Were not tools of the government or anyone else." Snake strongly believed this. He wasn't just gonna sit around and watch CNN report a new nuclear bomb capable walking battle tank, he was there to stop it!
Grabbing a cup of black coffee, Otacon shuffled his cards. The poor man hadn't had a good sleep in days. He'd been planning this mission to the last detail, from security camera to every freaking pad-lock, Otacon knew the USS Swordfish in and out! With the help of a "friend" Otacon was able to secure everything needed for Snake to do this. "Two please," asked Otacon as he threw down his 2 cards. Snake dealt him the 2, "Eh, garbage," said Otacon.
The crew was waiting for the go ahead from the "friend." The call everyone was waiting for was from Jack Travis Special Operation in Air and Sea from the Pentagon. Jack was a tall and thin, pale man. He had to be at least in his 40's, but his hair was fully gray, despite his age. He wore wire, thin glasses. Travis also had a neat military crew cut, "Clean and sharp," as he always said.
Otacon put down his coffee and switched on the satellite. The CODEC was hooked up like this because of the extreme distance between DC and their location. As Otacon adjusted the frequency, the static cleared and the A/V feed was cleared through. The mission had begun...
Roll Call
The fall sky was darkening as a cool breeze blew over the Mediterranean Sea. The sun is setting as a small boat floats over the ocean. This boat seems to be taking course to a larger ship, the USS Swordfish an aircraft carrier for the Navy. As the sky settles, the small motor boat zooms across the crashing waves. Behind the wheel, is our friend, Otacon.
"Guys were about 2 miles east of the carrier, I'm setting it to cruise control," shouted Otacon to the men below. Otacon hit the silver switch can climbed down the later in the crews area.
The room was small, but homey and friendly. There was TV, refrigerator, and table. Beside Otacon there were to other men downstairs. There was also a machine. The machine seemed to be a satellite dish which was connected to a laptop and CODEC transmitter. The 3 were calmly playing cards, Otacon, Snake, and Campbell.
Campbell, who was long retired, shuffled the 5 cards in his hand. Although out of the service, Campbell returned to help Snake. "Friends don't let friends die Snake," is what he said over the phone, "I'll be there with you, even if it's support!" Since he had security clearance, he was a well needed factor is this mission. He was also there to provide Snake with support and military advice.
Snake seemed pretty confident with his cards. He was sitting back puffing on a cigarette and had his feet up on the table. He still had his powerful mullet and bandana, however. Although he hated the fact to return, he knew he was the only one that could pull this stunt off right. Whether it was his ego, or his will, he knew that he was the only one that could do this, and that's what made him return. Snake remembered what he was told by a dear friend, "Were not tools of the government or anyone else." Snake strongly believed this. He wasn't just gonna sit around and watch CNN report a new nuclear bomb capable walking battle tank, he was there to stop it!
Grabbing a cup of black coffee, Otacon shuffled his cards. The poor man hadn't had a good sleep in days. He'd been planning this mission to the last detail, from security camera to every freaking pad-lock, Otacon knew the USS Swordfish in and out! With the help of a "friend" Otacon was able to secure everything needed for Snake to do this. "Two please," asked Otacon as he threw down his 2 cards. Snake dealt him the 2, "Eh, garbage," said Otacon.
The crew was waiting for the go ahead from the "friend." The call everyone was waiting for was from Jack Travis Special Operation in Air and Sea from the Pentagon. Jack was a tall and thin, pale man. He had to be at least in his 40's, but his hair was fully gray, despite his age. He wore wire, thin glasses. Travis also had a neat military crew cut, "Clean and sharp," as he always said.
Otacon put down his coffee and switched on the satellite. The CODEC was hooked up like this because of the extreme distance between DC and their location. As Otacon adjusted the frequency, the static cleared and the A/V feed was cleared through. The mission had begun...