Same as b4…don't own anything. Sorry for another no shooting chapter, but I have to introduce this character. Chapter 3 will have gunplay and the death of a supporting character,...I promise XD
Davis' unit was elated. Ocelot was dead, along with Vamp, and the entire Beauty and the Beast
Unit, but he didn't share the same optimistic assessment as his men did. The destruction of the Patriots
had repercussions. The American military was now vulnerable. Commander's were reporting that their
men were going FUBAR in the field. Hesitating, not being able to make rational decisions under fire, and
what scared him the most…entire squads going AWOL. Martin, his 2nd in command could tell that
wasn't the only thing bothering his lifelong friend. "She's not your girl anymore man," he calmly sighed.
"Besides, I know you. All you ever wanted was to be with a different girl every night, and she could see
that in your eyes even when they were shut." Miles prepared for the oncoming insult about his mother
Davis enjoyed hollering out, but he just gave a look at his digital map and sighed, "it's not that man.
There's more."
"Wha…" before he could get out the last sound the driver gave a bang on the wall. "Destination
in five." "LISTEN UP." Davis shouted to his men who even though weren't making eye contact due to
double-double checking their weapons, he knew their ears were open. They had good reason to be so
precautious with their assorted assault rifles, carbines, and light machineguns. They were going up
against guys that were bred for combat. Sons of Big Boss. Genomes. "Okay you all know the stories on
these guys, but we're gonna go over it again. After their surrender and imprisonment in New
Hampshire, they underwent some kind of experimentation under an unknown military party." He knew
that Roy Campbell was that party. The things that the survivors went through made his heart chill,
but he would of done the same if it had been his daughter that had suffered such a traumatic event at
such a young age. "Once again we're going to go over their names, brief background, and expertise. "
Hyena: 28, expert marksman, and keen military psychologist. He is one of the few Genomes that didn't
join Liquid's insurrection willingly, and had to be manipulated by Psycho Mantis. After his death and his
mental break was severed he collapsed mentally and physically and was found laughing hysterically in
the medical ward. His symptoms seemed to be like that of a severe case of drug withdrawal.
Experimentation resulted in him having, "ultimate awareness."
Gorilla: 31, heavy weapons specialist, self proclaimed interrogation artist. One of the first Genomes created. Although a combat enthusiast he is terrified of dying. Experimentation with various
hormones and biological agents resulted in having ungodly physical strength. Crushed the neck of the
captain of the squad who captured him with his fists.
Sloth: 29, stealth and infiltration, regarded by many as the bastard of Big Boss. Trained in small arms and CQC. Has an "obsession," with Japanese super models. Was found hiding in a box, experimentation type is labeled as "Silence."
Eagle: 30, aviation and survival skills. One of the few actual Genomes that qualified to pilot fighter jets stationed at Shadow Moses. This man is a devoted hunter and never keeps trophies, he eats everything he kills. Some of the corpses belonging to apprehending operatives were found with teeth marks on them that matched his dental records. Joined the rebellion after being convinced by his friend Mongoose. Experimentation simply put resulted in enhanced agility.
Mongoose: 32, demolitions, small arms, CQC, recon, medic, sniper, and an expert on the M1 Abrams.
Referred to as the nice guy, liked and respected by his peers including Liquid and Ocelot. Was the driver of Raven's tank sent to ambush Snake. Gave up without a fight after the fall of Shadow Moses, and is believed to have fallen in love with a prison guard in New Hampshire, who mysteriously disappeared 3 days before his escape. Experimentation data reveals enhanced visual procedures, viewing in heat and night vision, without the assistance of goggles.
Jackal: 27, assassination. The only surviving Genome that is not a clone of Big Boss, but an ordinary man. 1st Infantry Div age 18, sent to Green Berets, then Delta Force, and then Genome Unit. Nicknamed, "Cancer," due to his high kill record and is believed to be the only Genome to have wounded Solid Snake. Surrendered without incident, experimentation enables him to be able to read the physical capabilities of everyone he meets.
Lion Cub: 35, battlefield tactics and advanced theory. Supposed leader of the survivors. A soldier that surpasses the demands of any nation's elite unit requirements. Possessing an IQ of over 230 and a cold
operation method during any mission. Reported directly to Liquid during Shadow Moses. Experimentation resulted in enhanced reflexes. Intelligence believes that this man orchestrated the whole escape. After the breakout they found his cell with the word traitor spelled out in the blood of several guards as well as the name Johnny written multiple times.
Davis saw the pale, unsettled, and flustered faces of his men. Though compelled to say something he simply sat back in his seat and prayed to god that they caught them. The truck stopped about a click from their base. "Those predator photos sure make things a lot easier," one of the soldiers said. "Cut the chatter!" Davis hissed. The men moved out with weapons loaded and primed.
The building the 7 men were believed to be held up in was a humble manor comprised of only two floors. 15 rooms, including a rec area, conference room, and a cabana, though it wasn't stocked.
Martin observed the house didn't appear to be occupied, and the scanners reported no activity in or around it. "Do you think it's a trap sir," a sergeant asked. "I don't know, but I'm gonna find out." And with that, the commander cautiously rose to his feet and sprinted to the house expecting to be cut to pieces before he reached half way. "Too easy," he thought to himself. Continuing to tempt fate he opened the door to his surprise was unlocked. He signaled the rest of his men to move in and began clearing the house room by room, floor by floor. Davis arrived upstairs to check the conference extent, Martin pated his back signaling to go, and gave one mother of a kick, blasting the door off the hinges. "CLEAR," Davis shouted only then noticing a tape on the table labeled, "guess where all but one of us are." Davis now feeling his hands tremor picked up the relic and placed it in a player. The song had been a favorite tune of the 50th state, which made it known throughout the country. Martin looked rather perplexed as to why they had that song on tape, but what worried him even more was that Davis' face had turned chalk white, and had begun to perspire at an alarming rate. Before Martin could inquire as to his friend's sickening complexion he ran out of the room faster than Jesse Owens, "SOMEBODY GIVE ME A SATELLITE PHONE NOW DAMNIT!!"
"I got to warn them, Jonathon and Ed, my brothers in arms. Johnny, the man who was most deserving of her love. Campbell the man who was practically a second father to me. And Meryl who was carrying my child….I will not lose them, I WON'T lose them, I CAN'T lose them," he said to himself although fearful images of them all dead or dying on that airstrip began to appear in his mind, along with the thought of where the seventh Genome was?
