GUESS WHO'S BACK! Yep, after an extended break due to…uh….writer's block….I'm back to write this fanfic, for the only two people who wanted to read it, thank you. (Arsenal Gear and Edgeofyoursoul) And also, before you ask, this chapter was supposed to be mildly humorous.

Well, I guess it's time to get moving!

Chapter 4(finally): Welcome to the Jungle (We've got fun and games! Hehe. Sorry. Moving on….)

Seriously:

Chapter 4: Welcome to the Jungle

John took only a few steps when he triggered the guards honed detection senses. "What was that!" he exclaimed. "American…..hmm…." John pondered as he lay still in the slightly moving grass. He had landed near a cliff, maybe he could try and scale down….if he only had a newer map of this place. John used his goggles to replay the map. Yes, this was definitely the entry point, and yes, there had always been a cliff there. This was where big boss had landed years ago during the Virtuous mission. What was it called? Dremuchij…..John checked his compass. Dremuchij South! What now? He was being stalked by a fine-tuned killing machine and if he didn't find a way out of here soon, he was a dead man. The guard surveyed the area, and John decided maybe he was going to need a distraction. Maybe a cardboard box-

BEEP! BEEP!

Roy: Falcon, this is Campbell, what is your status?

John: Hang on….I'll call you back…."

Beedlybeep!

John released the receiver and reached for the nearest thing he could use. He needed some sort of weapon, something he could either attack with or at least distract the guard long enough to get away. Maybe there was a large rock or a poisonous snake, or even some sort of discarded equipment left by an inept patrol. It didn't matter what he grabbed, as long as it was something useful and practical, something that was going to breathe new life into his tactical mission and hone his stealth skills to the maximum level…

Instead he got a stick.

Yes. A stick. John stared at it for a moment. This was stupid. Who would throw a stick? Why even think about doing something like that. Then suddenly and inadvertently, John wished he had a cardboard box. Seriously…..who throws a stick?

Oh well….. John casually tossed the stick into a tree, which the guard instantly checked for the source of the noise. John used this opportunity to slide under the nearest log. It was perched upon another log and provided perfect cover. John slid around the sizeable tree and disappeared into the forest beyond…….

Meanwhile….

The capsule crashed onto the land with little noise, but slamming into newly grown trees wasn't planned. There was plenty of noise. Enough to nearly break glass. The shockwave spread across the grass and directly into an enemy camp. The soldiers nearly fell off of their chairs. Each was a reserve troop. They were just backup. And here, that was rarely needed, even when intruders showed up. The guards were identical to big boss in every way. Well, all except for their faces…… Anyways, they had a job to do, and now was their time to shine. Brett Sasaki put down his guitar and grabbed his gun. They were heading into a fight, and he knew it. The men dashed for the source of the wave when Brett had to stop. "Brett?" Bob, another guard asked as the others rushed past. "I….I'll catch up with you guys." Bob smirked as the words came out of Brett's mouth. "You know, I think you and that brother of yours were fed laxative baby food," he joked. Brett groaned and rushed back to camp, making sure to grab his toilet paper on the way…

Later…

Bob led the troops to the clearing. They were near a cliff, but nuclear testing had cleared part of it and created a clearing large enough for a full-sized parking garage. Bob and his men took up flanking positions and aimed at the small capsule beyond. It was a large, 8 foot tall cylinder, painted with camouflage and equipped with sensory and tracker equipment. Bob inched closer, but stepped back, noticing the Philanthropy logo on the fuselage, letting out a sigh of utter relief. They had gotten here in time. There was no way the intruder could escape now. A low hiss erupted from the cylindrical transport as an insulated steam rushed out of the inner chamber. Bob held his fire, making sure he didn't alert the intruder to their position.

Too late….

A mechanical voice rose from the steam like an icicle, cold and sharp. "Hello gents," it whispered, "I do believe that you have those machine guns aimed a little far off course…." Bob stared in horror, not daring to take his eyes off of the revealing capsule, the door slicing open like a knife piercing the skin. "W-what?" he said. The voice echoed in his ears…. "I'm right….." Bob let out a horrified gasp of terror as the voice drew closer, and the capsule's steam flooded out. The capsule. Nobody was in it….

"HERE!"