Hello everyone, only 8 days until MGS4. I go on vacation tomorrow, and I wish everyone a fair goodbye.
Have a good week!
Chapter 11: Groznyj Grad
Derek snapped his eyes open to the gleam of sundown. Night was about to fall, and Derek was a sitting duck for predators.
He flipped himself over on his stomach and surveyed his wounds. He was relatively unharmed, other than a large bruise on his temple. He would be fine.
Derek pulled out his binoculars and surveyed the fortress walls. He was on a small outcropping near the bottom, which was a good way to see over walls.
His eyes dropped on a group of people outside the barracks. A line of soldiers, a scarred man in a large trench coat, his uniform visible under the open(he was probably the platoon sergeant), and the guy in the Gas Mask, who was now in a trench coat as well. Derek found it comical how everyone of importance was wearing a trench coat.
A man appeared from the shadows. He was graying in his hair and wrinkling in his face. His tan dress outfit was covered in ribbons, medals, and badges. His beret had a symbol on it representing communism, and he had the highest honors pinned to his chest. Why would he be here?
"Weakness….is unproductive, worthless, and unwanted," The General said. His voice was coated with a Russian accent, but not too much that it changed his spoken words. "Any of those, who decide that if the battle is too much for them….they deserve death. Nothing less. But, those who would give their lives for the purpose of the objective, willingly sacrificing themselves to complete the mission for which they are required….they are true heroes to the motherland, even if they are not from Russian soil." The men he spoke to were Big Boss Guards, but not dressed in the outfit. They were well-kept, clean-shaven, and neatly trimmed versions of Big Boss. The General continued his speech, "Mother Russia has lost sight of these ideals. In the 1960s, Russia saw a true warrior grace its jungles. His name in America stood until this day. He is known as The Big Boss. You all have been perfectly modeled after him in his prime, but trained in ways he couldn't possibly imagine…. In Indonesia, the Special Forces are known as Kopassus, which mean Komando Pasukan Khusus. At least one recruit dies in Basic training. Any injury, no matter how minor, is a sign of weakness, and they will dismiss the weak. They must learn skills such as diving, mountaineering, electronic warfare, foreign languages, and even CQC, his invention. And that's only Basic training. Here, we do things much differently. For a new world order to succeed, our troops must be able to outsmart, outfight, outnumber, and outgun any other fighting force in the world. Weakness is not tolerated. Red Three, please step forward." One of the men known only as Red Three stepped forward. The only thing setting him apart from the other was the Red tag and the 3 on it. "Yesterday, we were having a sparring session. You were given four opponents, and you lost to all of them, even to a Reserve, correct?" R3 was sweating copiously now. "Yes sir," he replied. The General shook his head. "Sad…even five matches; you couldn't win…..Mantis?" Gas Mask Man….Mantis….extended his arm. For a moment nothing happened, then, R3 grunted, fighting off an invisible force, but failing. He was forced to his knees. "Weakness is useless." The General drew a Heckler and Koch P7 and placed the barrel between the soldier's terrified eyes.
Derek watched in a gruesome horror as the soldier fell backwards, his brains splattered across the shoes of his comrades. None of them even flinched. They just saluted and fell back into line, marching back towards their barracks, leaving four to aid the General. The general tucked the gun into his pocket and folded his hands behind his back. He and The Gas mask man both began to walk away, the Sergeant handing the trench coat back to the General, and then proceeding to order the four men to take the body away. He paused for a moment, and then walked away.
This was his chance. He sprinted down the cliff and stood by the only crumbling part of the wall. Derek routed power to the nanomachines and activated the SOP system. It was in it's beta version, and he wasn't supposed to have it, but thanks to Natasha's envy of Snake's reputation, she had Derek installed with the early version. Derek linked up with the Big Boss Guards. According to their data, only the men cloned this week were outfitted with the Sons of the Patriots system. A group was on the firing range. Derek drew his Desert Eagle and aimed it at the crumbling wall.
Wait for it…..
Derek's shots fired in unison with theirs'. Nobody would suspect a thing. The wall as now almost completely crumbled. Enough for Derek to step through, at least. He made his way inside and hid on the side of the barracks. He peered inside. The men he had seen earlier acted mechanically. They cleaned and polished almost like clockwork. Derek had never seen such efficiency….
Footsteps
Derek hid behind a pile of cardboard boxes.
BEEP! BEEP!
Snake: Hey….Desert Eagle….
Derek: Snake?
Snake: The box….
Derek: Huh…..
Snake: Use it as a disguise.
Derek: Um….okay…..
Beedlybeep!
The box…..it seemed to call out to him….. Wear me….wear me….
"Ah, what the hell."
And Derek was moving around in a cardboard box.