There were two guards posted at the front entrance. They were slacking off by the looks of it, as they were sitting in chairs with a male slave being forced to act as a butler to them.
"Hey boy! You better get me my drink, or I'll have to go overboard with my beating quota." A guard threatened. When the slave looked over to the two men ordering him around, they suddenly fell to the ground dead. Bullet holes right on their foreheads, yet there was no sound of gunfire.
"You there." A voice addressed the startled slave. The slave looked to see Solid Snake, with a suppressed SOCOM pistol in his hand.
"Please! Don't hurt me!" The slave needlessly begged.
"Keep your voice down! I'm not here to hurt you. I need to ask you something." Snake told him for the purpose of clarity.
"Okay. What is it?"
"Do you know where the other slaves are being kept? I don't see them in the outdoor prison camp."
"The slaves get moved to the indoor prisons at night. It's been like that ever since there was a raid on the camp a week ago."
Good. Now I don't have to worry about them getting hit in the crossfire.
"Alright, that's all I need to know. Now grab whatever you need and get out of here."
"Are…are you serious?" The man asked.
"Yes! Hurry up and go!" Snake repeated.
"Thank you! I-I-I won't forgot this." He stuttered over his excitement and took off.
Snake raised his pistol as he was about to enter the door to the front office. He entered the room and there were three men inside. One was sitting behind the front desk, completely unprepared for combat. There was an armed guard at the far left of the room, and a guard with a shotgun close to his right. With his attack already planned, Snake shot the man at the back of the room right in the head for an instant kill. The guard on his right had raised his shotgun, but Snake CQC slammed him to the ground to briefly disable him. The man on the desk had only just grabbed his pistol, but Snake beat him to the draw and put a bullet through his head. He then pulled out his knife and thrusted it into the throat of the man on the ground, with blood spurting out. Snake picked up the shotgun the guard dropped and made his way to the next section. He went to the outdoor prison, completely void of slaves, but filled with plenty of guards. This is where the battle was going to get loud. He didn't see any way of sneaking through this. There were two snipers on the two different watchtowers outside the base. He managed to evade their sight when he entered the camp, but as soon as the heard a gunfight start they would turn around and put an end to him. Snake grabbed his PSG-1 Sniper Rifle with a surpressor and killed the snipers. Nobody heard a thing, but Snake was now ready to make his presence known. He took out a flare gun and shot straight into the air, a bright blinding light soared through the sky. Many of the guards shielded their eyes, not adjusted to the sudden change of brightness. Snake charged at two distracted guards, and blew them away with a point blank shotgun blast, with blood and limbs flying. This caught the attention of the other guards, and Snake took cover behind a cargo container.
"INTRUDER!" A guard screamed at the top of his lungs. A storm of bullets were sent flying in Snake's direction. They knew he was here, but they didn't know where. Two guards went to search behind the container, and Snake killed them with the shotgun as they rounded the corner. The guards would have a better idea of where he was now so he broke into a sprint to find new cover, dodging all the bullets that followed him. He went behind a bunch of stacked crates, but there was a guard waiting for him. The man tried to shoot Snake with his pistol, but Snake smacked the pistol out of his hand as he pulled the trigger. The guard resorted to his knife and began slashing wildly at Snake, who carefully dodged his attacks. Snake countered his attack, getting a hold of his arm and breaking it, stealing his knife in the process. He slashed the man two times in the chest, before plunging it into his head for the kill. He used the corpse as a meat shield as he fired at the other hostiles with his pistol. Snake hit a few enemies, but he couldn't confirm a kill amidst all the chaos. He tossed the corpse aside after he felt it served its purpose and then hid behind the crates. He heard one of the guards call out that he was going to toss a Bob-omb, one of the bombs that Bowser's army used. They would explode on impact, so Snake couldn't allow the bomb to land anywhere near him. Snake leaned out of cover and caught the Bob-omb mid-air and threw it back, killing four guards. He remembered having to catch a few back in the third tournament, and how you had to time it just right.
Thank God I still remember how to do that.
The place became littered with corpses over the course of an hour. Gunfire continued, bullets flying in multiple directions. As much as they tried, the guards could not get the upper hand against Snake. He fought as if he were possessed by a demon in battle, slowly killing slavers one by one.
"We can't even scratch him!"
"He just won't stop!"
"There's no way he's human!"
"This is useless! He's invincible! I'm getting outta here!" A panicked guard yelled and fled from the battle, with several others following him.
"Get back here you cowards!" One of them ordered, to which they didn't listen. Soon after a bullet went straight through his heart, killing him. There weren't many men left in the fight. Only five remained. After several minutes of a firefight, Snake and the five men had spent all of their ammo. It seemed they all had the same idea on what to do at that point.
"All right let's finish this!" One man yelled. The six of them all tossed their guns and pulled out their combat knives. Snake walked out of cover to face the five men in a last stand knife fight. The men were somewhat intimidated and made uneasy at Snake's appearance. From head to toe he was drenched in the blood of his enemies. The blood even covered his entire face. Two men dashed towards Snake and swiped their blades at him. Snake didn't just rely on his knife, but his CQC as well. He ducked under the attack of one man and grabbed the attacking arm of the other man. He twisted the man's arm and broke it with ease. Another man attempted to jump in, but Snake picked up his opponents knife and threw it into the heart of the man with pinpoint accuracy. After slitting the throat of the man with the broken arm. Snake turned his attention back to the other man. As he dodged his attacks, the last two men stepped in the fight. Snake used the momentum of one of the men charging at him by throwing him into another man, temporarily putting them out of the fight. He fought the man still standing and finished him swiftly, gutting him with his knife and then kicking him to the ground. He grabbed the dead man's knife and held a knife in each hand. The last two men had gotten back up and charged at him, with Snake charging right back. He ducked under their simultaneous swipes and plunged the knifes into their hearts. The two men fell to the ground as their life faded away. It was over. Snake retrieved his knife from one of the men's chest. He then walked over to the indoor prison.
Snake opened the door to the prison. There were five large cells caging the slaves, who were all on the ground in fear after hearing the battle outside. Snake went to the jail keepers desk and retrieved the key to the cells. The slaves panicked as the man soaked in blood approached their cell.
"It's okay! I'm here to get you all out." He told them and unlocked all of their cells.
"Hey! Hey that's the Nomad! He's come to save us!" A male Goron said. The other slaves began expressing joy from the news.
"Alright, it's unlocked. All of you get out of here! Keep heading South, there will be a rescue team to pick you up. Go!" He ordered.
"Thank you!"
"We'll never forget this!" and many other praises were said to Snake as the slaves ran out of the camp.
Now…only one thing left to do.
In the armory of the camp, Snake found plastic explosives. He set them up at several key structures of the camp. When he finished setting the explosives he got far away from the camp. Looking at it from a hill, he pulled out the detonator for the explosives and pressed the button. Multiple explosions occurred at once, and destroyed all that was left of the camp. It was nothing but ashes now. With his task now complete, Snake turned around and began to wonder the wasteland, hoping that he would soon be hearing from some bounty hunters.
Snake stopped walking in the middle of the night.
I know I just heard something.
He checked his surroundings. He didn't see anything or anyone, but he knew he was being followed. So he continued to remain still. After a couple of seconds, he heard the sound of dashing. He rolled to his left, avoiding being hit by his attacker's dashing sword attack. He knew that move, and he knew who that man was.
"Good to see you too Ike." He sarcastically spouted.
"Damn it!" the swordsman cursed.
"I'd like to say it's good to see that you're alive but judging from what just happened, I may have to change that."
"Snake, I'm sorry. Trust me when I say I don't enjoy having to do this." Ike said.
"I believe you. You're a mercenary after all, just like I was. Not about the job, it's about the pay. Nothing personal right?"
"Yes…nothing personal. I've got a family to take care of." Ike examined Snake, getting a look at all the blood on him, looking like he had just went in hell and walked back out.
"Alright Ike, go ahead. Finish your mission." Snake said inviting Ike to attack. The swordsmen hesitated at first, but dashed at Snake and began slashing at Snake. Ike was surprised to see that even after seven years and being in his fifties, Snake's agility and reflexes were just as good as when he was younger. Snake dodged each swipe the Ike attempted. Ike was caught off guard when Snake disarmed him of his sword, knocking it out of his hand and sending it a few feet away. This is just what Snake wanted. He began using multiple CQC strikes on Ike. Ike blocked and dodged as best he could, but most of Snake's strikes hit their mark.
"Hand-to-hand Ike." Snake shouted before hitting him with a fierce punch to the abdomen. "It is the basis of all combat." Snake finally unleashed a massive combination of CQC strikes putting Ike on his back, defeated. "Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon." He said to finish quoting an old friend of his.
"W-what are you saying." Ike said as he breathed heavily on the ground.
"You're a damn good swordsman Ike, but what happens when you don't have your sword? This happens. You lose your main method of offense, and you don't have any good alternatives. Learn to fight with your fists. They're always with you. And also…" Snake stopped before reaching into his backpack. He took out a stash of rations and tossed them to Ike. "Be sure to take care of that family of yours."
"What? You're not going to kill me?"
"No, I won't."
"But I tried-"
"To kill me, I know. But I know you're a good kid Ike. Just trying to take care of the family and it unfortunately turned to having to do some wet work. I can respect that. But don't try it again. I may not be in such a good mood next time."
"Alright. Thank you Snake." Ike sighed.
"One thing you can do to return the favor is tell me who hired you."
"I don't know who they are, all I know is the group name." Ike responded.
So it is a group!
"Go on."
"They're apparently called The Bladesmen Committee. And we didn't get hired by them personally, we were given paper cut outs with our orders."
"Who's we?"
"Oh the other bounty hunters. Captain Falcon and Samus. I don't know what their motives are, but as far as I know they won't hesitate to kill you."
"Neither will I. Is that it?"
"I'm sure there are other bounty hunters, but they were the only ones with me at the time."
"Alright, thanks kid. Again, take care of that family." Snake repeated and walked off.
Ike was finally able to get back up from his beating. He looked at the food that Snake had given him. It was enough to feed him and his family for months. He felt massive guilt over trying to kill him and now felt in debt to him.
"Snake…I will pay you back someday. I promise."