DUN-DUN-Duunnnn…first confrontation…..major rewriting. Hope you like it.
Chapter 3: the perimeter
Derek crawled his way onto shore and collapsed. That swim was tiring. How did they do that in Foxhound? He pulled off his mask and breathed in some fresh air. "Ahhhhh……" he dragged. He stood and surveyed the area. There was a field of beautiful red flowers ahead of them and he picked one out. It immediately turned white. "What?" He looked around and found nothing of much use. He drew his Desert Eagle and swept the field. Every flower he touched turned to a white….then died. He was getting freaked out by now, as you could gather. There was a corpse resting in the ground somewhere inside the field, and he nearly threw up at the sight. "God…" he said quietly, picking up a knife from the corpse's rotting uniform. It was a woman…..
A guard turned the corner. Derek immediately sprang into action, attacking the guard with his knife, jabbing up, preferring that the CQC method was too tough for him. They had him down within seconds. Derek scraped at the ground as the guard lifted him gradually with his machine gun dug into Derek's neck. "How is that possible…I had the perfect-" Derek griped. "Shut up and move" he said in an American tone. The guard was clothed in a uniform much like the Sneaking suits developed by FOX….Big Boss had worn it during the events of 1970 when Big Boss and Major Zero were framed for instigating some sort of revolt…..he wasn't very sure. Now wasn't the time. Derek spun and ducked under the incoming machine gun fire and snatched up the gun, the guard nailing him in the gut a few times with his fist before throwing him back to the ground and training his machine gun on him. "Don't move or I swear to God I'll blow your brains all over he jungle," He retorted to the man's attempted escape. But Derek had just what he had needed…..
The machine gun fire missed as Derek turned to roll away, firing the Desert Eagle round into the guard, who stumbled, and finally collapsed. Derek breathed a sigh of relief and stood. "That was too loud," he mumbled, stunned from the soldier's apparently perfect performance. He hid the body in the shallow end of the lake that led into the sea. There were guards coming…he hid behind a tree and began to reload his pistol, switching over to his CODEC.
Derek: Otacon! Did you see that!?!
Otacon: I'm afraid so….what do you think he was trained with?
Snake: I don't know. In fact…I haven't seen a fighting style like that since…..
Derek: Since?
Snake: Since…..Outer Heaven….Zanzibar Land…..
Otacon: Fox?
Snake: No…….my father.
Derek: Your father?
Snake: I gotta go.
Otacon: I'll see what I can get out of Snake. In the meantime, watch your back.
Derek: Gotcha.
Beedlybeep!
"Everyone's too professional," He groaned. The guards returned to their original positions and Derek cut into the open, pulling off his oxygen tank and laying it by the dead guard in the water. "Time to go." He mouthed to himself in an attempt to will himself on mentally.
Meanwhile…..
John slipped through the forest with ease. There wasn't much to combat him in the jungles of Russia. Eventually, he had come to an old rope bridge. It took him forever to cross, and probably wasted valued time. Ahead of him, a helicopter rose into the air…probably Russian. John noticed a guard ahead.
BEEP! BEEP!
John: This is Falcon.
Roy: I read you.
John: I see enemy personnel. Advice?
Roy: Try to stay hidden. Avoid contact at all cost.
John: Yes sir. Over and out.
Well…..I guess its John's turn to face the men. Will his sneaking skills aid him in slipping past the guards, or will he get the same treatment as Derek, the Desert Eagle? Find out in the next chapter of Metal Gear: Technical Error!
God, I sound like a Television announcer.
