Chapter 3: A Lost Cause
Top-Secret US Military Base: WEREWOLF, Arctic Circle
0510 Hours, Thursday, January 22nd, 2037
Detention Area, B6-Wing, Cell 7B3DB8370BL07
The alerted guard was shot by Python's silenced Viking before he could say another word, but the impact of his body hitting the metal floor caused quite a ruckus. His finger hit the trigger of his FN2000, causing it to fire full automatic.
"Shit! You've alerted the guards!" Kennedy said, panicked.
Before Python could reassuring Kennedy, the president of ArmsTech took a bullet to the head, causing brain matter and blackish blood to spill all over the detention cell.
"Freeze, asshole!" one of the incoming guards yelled, firing his rifle.
Python took cover behind a nearby chair, and fired several rounds into the soldier's chest, killing him instantly.
A call from the Colonel.
"Python, what the hell's going on over there?" he asked.
"Colonel, I'm being attacked from all sides, and I have only two lethal magazines left!" Python replied, with gunfire in the background.
Bullets whizzed past his head as the soldiers advanced toward the cell.
"Python, try to remember consecutive CQC.." the Colonel reassured, ending the Codec call.
Python holstered his firearm, and lunged toward a nearby soldier wielding a rifle for a stab. He stabbed the soldier with his knife in the neck, slicing it open with a quick jab of the arm, spilling his vocal chords and blood all over his uniform, and using him as a human shield. Python then proceeded to throw him over his should, consecutively repeating the same method on the other soldiers.
After a matter of minutes, most of the soldiers were dead or incapacitated. Only two soldiers remained, but from the look in their eyes and the way their bodies were shaking in fear, Python could easily tell they were rookies.
The rookies ran away in fear, screaming. Python rolled his one working eye and headed for a nearby elevator. He called the elevator and called up the Colonel via his Codec.
"Colonel, what am I supposed to do? This entire sector of the base is on full alert and every soldier here is trying to kill me." Python said rather fast.
"Don't worry about it. We've got experts on hacking alarm systems here working to turn off those alarms." Colonel Johnson replied.
The elevator arrived, this time no one in it.
"That's strange…" Python mumbled.
"So Colonel, what floor am I supposed to be on right now?"
"If intel's correct, Sophia should be on the negative 16th floor. Be careful though. I can't contact you for a while down there, because the signal's gonna be interrupted by the depth of your position."
"Alright Colonel. Python out." said Python as he ended the Codec call.
The elevator beeped as it arrived at its destination: the -16th floor. The halls to the floor were empty and deserted. Only several lights were on, and most of them were flickering.
Python unholstered his Viking, inserted a new magazine, cocked the slide, then got into the CQC ready stance. Python checked every corner, every nook, every dark spot, but no one, not even a single soldier was there.
Checking his Codec, he found to his dismay that the Colonel was right. All he heard from his Codec was static.
"Shit.." he mumbled. A door lay at the end of the hall, and Python ran for it. When he reached it, slowly, he opened it, though it creaked as loud as anyone could quietly scream.
Python was now in a much better lit room. A metal tiled floor made up the room, and columns were placed randomly throughout the square room.
And in the middle of the room, was the body of Major Sampson. Covered in Semtex, ready to blow at the press of a button. Suddenly, Python heard the door behind slam shut, and the sound of a female chuckling.
Python turned around, to see a very young woman, no older than twenty-four. He looked at her slim, perfect body. She wore a black GRU uniform, the same her father wore during the legendary Operation Snake Eater. She wore her black, silky hair free, and wore a red skirt, black, reflective latex leggings and thigh-high boots that were unbefitting in a battlefield situation. However, after all, she was a female fatale. In her hand she was holding a Colt SAA, and in her holster was an MP-412 REX, both custom-made with engravings and custom-made trigger guards.
He knew without a doubt that this was Sophia, daughter of FOXHOUND member Revolver Ocelot. Though, in Python's eyes, she was beautiful, he knew how deadly this woman could be.
"So… I'm assuming you're Sophia." Python said.
"Yes. And may I ask, who are you?" Sophia replied.
"The name's Python." he replied.
Sophia chuckled for several short moments. "That's funny. How coincidental. How one of your ancestors had a very similar name."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Python asked, panicked and sweating from it.
"Oh you don't know? Of your famous ancestors? Naked Snake, Solid Snake, Liquid Snake. All military masterminds, each with his own ideology of a world. One with no borders, one with complete nuclear control. However, they all died knowing it was all a fairy tale. No wonder you look so much like them."
Python steadied his CQC stance, his Viking shaking in his trembling hands. He was beginning to fall for Sophia's seduction techniques.
"You don't have the wits to kill me, Python… Go ahead, think you can pull that trigger? After all, it's all a lost cause. The Metal Gears will be launched tomorrow morning, and it will all be a lost cause. Go ahead, shoot me. It won't change anything…"
Python, now trembling violently, itched his finger toward the trigger, very slowly. But before he could even get several centimeters toward the trigger, a crack of gunfire was sounded off from Sophia's Colt SAA, and a bullet entered Python's left leg.
"Gaaah!" Python yelled in pain.
Python, on the floor, bleeding, saw Sophia leave the room through a hidden elevator, holding a detonator. Right before the elevators doors slid close, she pushed the button, igniting the entire room with flames and explosions.
"SHIT!" Python yelled out loud, and just as the flames were about to reach him, Python fell through a trap door into darkness, before hitting a stone floor and blacking out.