Hello everyone. Still only 9 days from MGS4 and I'm pumped! Here's the next chapter to Technical Error, so hope you like it.
Once again, I accept criticism and compliments, but no flaming. (I realize I have been making a few wording mistakes.)
I'm going to work out how many chapters this will be soon.
Chapter 10: Cliffside
There weren't any keys in the first three jeeps Derek had inspected, but luckily he found some in the fourth. He wasn't very good at hot-wiring cars, and he had no compass at all, so he needed the jeep. Derek found some Reserves garbs in the backseat and a map in the glove compartment. He changed into the apparel and tucked his Desert Eagle away in between the seats.
He cranked up the engine and drove, following the map as accurately as he could. He had found a security pass in his pocket and used it to pass checkpoints on the way. His objective was to rescue the hostages. The closest compound was the great fortress of Groznyj Grad, so that was a good place to start.
He was lucky to find the mountain base. According to a wall map, there were many small outposts stretched along the cliff face, but there was a large tunnel road for vehicles to pass through. It winded up and through the mountain, with few security personnel on the path. Derek finally found the parking structure overlooking the fortress. There wasn't much between him and the fortress now. Derek stuck his head over the side. It was a very steep cliff, and he was dug in somewhere closer to the top, but still within the cliff.
"Hmmmmm…….." Derek surveyed the best POI (Point Of Insertion) and quickly worked out the figures.
There wasn't any spare rope lying around, but Derek found a very sturdy fire hose. Using his knife, he sliced it into strips and tied them together with some wire. Using this as a rappel, Derek scaled the cliff.
If it broke now, he would fall to his death.
Derek was halfway down when he heard the tearing sound. The ripping monstrosity that would spell his doom. Derek turned around carefully, sliding his hook to his back to shift the weight. "Oooookay, Derek. You can do this." He told himself. Derek took a small step down and cursed himself for choosing such flimsy material. Derek heard more material coming apart. Derek decided he had to move fast. Derek bounded down the cliff, running at top speed downwards. The hose followed him, shredding as he moved. Derek heard it give way and tried to brace himself. But it was too late.
"SON OF A- " was all he could get out before his feet slipped out from under him, and he was falling.
Meanwhile….
John favored his leg less and less as he made his way through the brush. He had been following the river for a while now, trying to get to a safe place to hunker down for the night. It was going to be dark soon, and John didn't want to be wounded in the forest at night. Ahead he heard rushing water. That must mean….waterfall. John hurried his pace and found the rushing water. It was indeed a waterfall, but a much smaller one. Outside of that waterfall was a Big Boss guard. John silently dipped into the water. He needed to get past the guard undetected. Using a log as cover, John waded towards the waterfall.
To the guard, it looked as if a log washed up on shore, but underneath, a covert agent wriggled himself free and collapsed on the cave floor.
But his work wasn't done. Inside the waterfall was a communication center. A very small one at that. Only a few technicians and Reserves sat within the boundaries. One such reserve spotted the dripping form of John Grant. "Hey!" John didn't waste time.
He quickly swept the cave with his pistol, emptying one or two shots into each man, even the technicians. John didn't feel any guilt about murdering innocents. It was for the good of the mission.
There was a muffled grunt outside and John knew the guard was suspicious.
The Big Boss guard shuffled cautiously into the room, training his gun on the bloody mess before him. He gave a cry of surprise at the death and carnage, but he couldn't utter a second because a fist shot out of the shadows and slammed into his neck. Seconds later, he felt his arm snapping like a twig. Then with that, his attacker, John Grant, flipped him onto his back and leave him doubled over on the cave floor. The guard breathed heavily, straining to see John through his dark balaclava. His dark grey beret issued to all Big Boss guards lay on the floor nearby. He saw a man there, bleeding, and then he saw the barrel of a gun…..
BLAM!
John felt no guilt over mercilessly killing the soldier. All he wanted was rest. John Grant stashed the bodies behind some stalagmites and lay on the opposite wall.
Beep! Beep!
Mei Ling: Would you like to save?
John: Please.
Mei Ling: Hey, have you ever heard the saying, a rolling stone gathers no moss?
John: No.
Mei Ling: Do you know what it means?
John: Um…when you're in a band like the Rolling Stones, it's uncool to have a moss collection?
Mei Ling: ….
John: …..
Mei Ling: ….
John: ….
Mei Ling:
What?
John: Okay, you got me.
Mei Ling: It is translated as People always moving, with no roots in one place, avoid responsibilities and cares.
John: So what does that mean?
Mei Ling: It means if you're always moving around, you won't have any responsibilities or cares to worry about.
John: And hopefully I won't get my head blown off.
Mei Ling: Just be careful.
Beedlybeep!
John sat down and thought about the saying. Well, no time for that, he thought. Sometimes even soldiers need a break. John sat against the wall and slept.