Rebirth

Cree quickly ran as fast as she could. She was already a few minutes late for the meeting. Before entering, she straightened her hair, took a deep breath, and went inside. The officers that were there looked at her, visibly frustrated.

"Two minutes," said Number 49. "A new record."

"Well, at least I'm here," Cree said. Sitting down, she placed the files on the table. "So what's new?"

"As you know," Number 665 began. "Numbers 666 and 13 have raided another weapons depot. Rachel sightings are all across the globe. Some are even impersonating her. And Solid Snake has recently…passed on."

Everyone went quiet when that name was uttered. Solid Snake was a genetically engineered clone, but had a lot of wisdom and incredible combat skill. Despite his degenerative state, Cree was going to ask him to join the AND. He died before she got the chance.

"We could have used him," Number 664 He might have been the one to actually kill Rachel. We even took his body in an attempt to clone him. But-"

Cree interrupted Number 665. "I know. The terminator genes. We also acquired Liquid and Solidus. Solidus was badly burned, but we at least got his code. Nothing we can salvage."

"What about Big Boss?"

"What about him?"

Everyone in the room looked at each other. "You didn't know?"

"About what?"

"He was alive, Number 11," Number 663 said. But he died of FOXDIE. But his body was taken away. We know where it is though." Pulling out an image of a CIA compound, 663 handed it to Cree. "I suggest we retrieve it."

Cree slammed her fist hard on the table. "You want to steal the corpse of a legendary soldier?! What is wrong with you?"

"I understand, but these are desperate times. We need your permission of course. If we are to go through with it, we need to be discreet about it. You know, disguise ourselves as terrorists or something."

Cree thought hard about it. With a clone of the greatest soldier that ever lived, maybe they had a chance against Rachel. "All right. Give me the documents."

The Sector-V squad leaped off of the gunship. They were just about a few clicks away from the compound. Nigel's codec began to beep, and he answered it.

"Number 1, do you read?" Cree asked.

"Loud and clear, Supreme Leader," Nigel responded.

"Good. I trust that mission control briefed your team on the assignment?"

"That's a positive."

"Good. Try not to let them know about our involvement. The Next Door groups are already in deep shit with the CIA. The last thing we need is those pigs stealing nukes to blow us out of the sky."

"I understand. They won't know a thing."

"Excellent. And there's one more thing…"

"It's about Abby, right?"

"Yeah, take care of her."

"I will." He signed off, and turned to his team. All were dressed in elite Iraq sneaking suits. "All right team, remember the mission objectives?"

"Recover the body of Big Boss," Hoagie said.

"Good. Now let's move."

All five successfully infiltrated the facility. Any opposition they met was neutralized, but not destroyed or killed. As they entered the lab, the team looked in awe. Statis tubes were already occupied by fetuses, no doubt more Big Boss clones. In the middle of it all, Big Boss himself lay in a cryogenic coffin, undisturbed.

"Wow," Kuki said. Looking at Big Boss, the corpse looked like it recently died. "You know, I never knew how much they wanted this guy's skill. These must be more clones."

"Yeah," Wally said. Looking at Nigel, he asked, "Should…should we take them with us?"

Nigel thought hard about it. Cree was going to clone the corpse anyway. "Good thing the tubes are portable. Take them with us."

Within the hour, Sector-V was carrying both Big Boss and his developing clones. Without warning, a trooper instantly spotted them. Wally shot a tranquilizer dart at him, knocking him out. But the alarm still went off. The team ran through the hallways, all the while being shot at. Making it out side, the gunship lowered to the ground.

The pilot, Number 69, yelled, "You didn't tell me you'd bring friends along!"

"Just shut it!" Nigel yelled back. Looking around, his team seemed fine, The corpse didn't sustain any damage, and neither did the clone. "Get us out of here!"

The gunship slowly lifted off, leaving the compound behind. Nigel took out his codec, and began transmission.

"The mission was successful?" Cree asked.

"Yes, we even got a few bonuses." Adjusting the camera so Cree can see the fetus tubes, Nigel asked, "What do you think?"

Cree burst out laughing. "CIA pigs already began making more babies? Well, let's give them a good future. Get back to base so we can give these guys a warm welcome."

Nigel signed off, and stared off into the sunset.