Chapter 10: A Distress Call

After some time, while Otacon was working on his laptop, he noticed he was getting an incoming message. "What's this?" he said. After looking through the message, he decided that this was rather important.

He then called us over. "I've just gotten this message," Otacon said. "I looked over it for any viruses, but it seems clean. While it doesn't say where in the message, it seems to be coming from London."

"London?" I said. "Have they attacked there too?"

"No," Otacon said. "Here check it out for yourself."

I then looked at the message, and saw it was a text message.

I'm located on the corner of Francis St. and Ambrosden Avenue.

I have valuable information on the organization you're seeking out.

Make sure he and only he comes alone.

"But who is this person talking about?" Dawn said.

"I think it's quite obvious," Snake said, looking at me.

I figured that since this whole conflict started, I would the center of interest. "Could it be a trap?" I said.

"Well, we're just going to have to take that chance," Otacon said. "But it would probably be best not to go in the clothes you're used to wearing."

I then had an idea. "Say Snake, you still happen to have that trench coat?"


Unlike most days, the city of London was experiencing beautiful sunny weather. The sound of cars and buses filled the air. Without anyone noticing anything out of the ordinary, a man was seen walking down Thirleby Road, wearing a trench coat, and messing with his iPhone. While it seemed like he was distracted by his phone, he kept his eyes peeled for anything.

Soon, he made a right onto Francis St. and continued walking. Once getting to the corner of Francis St. and Ambrosden Avenue, he looked at the house that was there. It looked a regular house, but he knew there was more to it. He slowly went up to the door, and drawing his pistol, he opened the door slowly.

Once inside, he closed the door quietly and looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary here. He kept his guard up while looking through each of the rooms, until he reached a closed door with the sound of beeping on the other side. He opened the door slowly and looked inside. There seemed to be a lab in the room, with test equipment and computers. He went up to one of the computers, which displayed data unrecognizable to him.

"So I see you've finally managed to arrive," a voice said. He turned and pointed his pistol at a hooded figure standing behind him.

"The trip wasn't too bad," the man said, lowering his pistol, his face changing revealing to be mine. "FaceCamo," I explained.

"So I see you managed to kill Decoy's son," the figure said, who sounded like a woman. She then lowered her hood, revealing her face.

I was surprised, especially to see her face. "Naomi," I said.

She smiled. "I get the feeling Snake told you about me," she said.

"Not exactly," I said. "I have heard of your work though."

"I guess I should feel flattered," Naomi said. "Especially with my work on nanomachines."

"So, you've been working for Summers?" I said.

"Not directly," Naomi said. "I've been looking into the nanomachines that have produced by this agency, if you could still call them that. I have also been studying some of the Pokemon's behavior after being given these nanomachines. Then, I had heard word of a human being injected with these same nanomachines, and saw that he now works with the U.S. government." She looked at me for a second. "Although, I thought maybe you would be a little bit older."

"You don't consider 19 old enough?" I said.

"My apologies, I tend to assume a little too much," she said.

"So why have you called me here?" I asked.

"I know you want answers," Naomi said. "Summers plans on using the Pokemon to throw down the U.S. government, and once that is complete, the same process will occur in Europe, Asia, the Middle East, etc. until a new world order is established."

"Naomi, what about the Patriots?" I said.

Naomi looked at me with a serious look. "So I see that contacted you. I shouldn't be surprised that they would count on you to save the world."

"Summers plans on destroying the Patriots?" I asked her.

"Possibly, I'm not sure if he even knows about the Patriots," Naomi said. "Still, if he wants to destroy the system, he'll have a hell of a time doing it. But enough of that, there's another reason why I called you here."

"And that is?" I said.

"I've been meaning to observe how the nanomachines have affected your body," Naomi said. "Now, if you don't mind undressing so I can get a better look and take some DNA samples."

I was feeling a little uneasy after that sentence, but then took off the coat, ACU and vest I was wearing. Naomi then put her hands around my arms, shoulders, and back, checking out the muscle structure I had recently developed. Normally, it would seem rather awkward doing this, but she was a doctor after all.

"It seems that the nanomachines have altered your body structure, like they were supposed to," she said. "The Pokemon will experience the same thing. But there are some side-effects to this." She then looked into my eyes closely. "Yes, it already seems to be taking effect. Your eye color is changing dramatically and is getting brighter." She gave me a mirror to look at, and it was true. My eyes appeared to be yellower and brighter. I looked like I was mutating into something.

"Are there any other side effects?" I said.

"The only ones I know at the moment are increased appetite, and possibly increased blood pressure, but I have more to look into." She then got a syringe from the one desk. "But now I need to see the nanomachines in your bloodstream."

She took the syringe, and after applying alcohol, put it into my arm, taking out some blood. The wound healed up quickly.

She smiled, "And like all other nanomachines, they allow you to heal faster, tripling the amount of your platelets." She then took the sample and looked at it through a microscope. "Just as I thought, they've adapted to your system and are multiplying rapidly." She then looked at me concerned. "Chris, you must realize with the retrovirus in these nanomachines, there's always a possible chance that it could mutate."

"And if it does?" I said.

Naomi sighed. "If it does, it could lose all control and start affecting people, killing them, even possibly you yourself."

"Like FOXDIE?" I said.

"Maybe even worse than FOXDIE," Naomi said. "FOXDIE was only meant to terminate those who were a threat against the Patriots. This virus could end up attacking anyone, if it were to mutate."

"So, that would make me a walking bio-weapon?" I said, getting my ACU, vest, and coat back on.

"I'm afraid so," Naomi said. "And the worse part is the fact that they respond to some sort of control, taking over a person's body, or even shutting down so a person cannot move out of their free will."

"So how long would I have then?" I said.

"It depends on if or when the virus mutates," Naomi said. "But once it does, it may only be half to a full year before it takes full effect." And surprisingly, she had tears in her eyes, although I wasn't sure why.

"Naomi...?" I said.

She quickly turned around, wiping away her tears. "I'm sorry. I wish maybe there was something I could do to help you, but I fear that it might be too late."

"Naomi, what about the Pokemon? Could the same thing happen to them?" I said.

She turned back to me. "The nanomachines were made purposely for Pokemon. Coming in contact with human DNA could change them dramatically. Although, they have not been fully looked at as they should've, so there may be the slightest chance that it could happen."

"And they would have to die before the mutated virus breaks out?" I asked.

Naomi sighed, and nodded. I realized that now my days have appeared numbered, and from what it looked like, maybe Pikachu's as well, although his chances are quite slimmer. Naomi then grabbed my arm. "Chris, please realize if I ever had the opportunity I would never have done such a terrible thing."

I placed my hand on her shoulder. "I know," I said.

Noticing what was going on, we both quickly let go of each other. "You'll have to leave now," she said. "Eventually Sector 7 troops will come here and escort out of here, though I don't know where."

"Will I ever see you again?" I said.

"I don't know," Naomi said. "As far as I know, the Patriots will always have something for me to do."

The name then brought up something I had been meaning to say. "Naomi, would you ever think, that in the future, nanomachines would become a new product of modern warfare?"

Naomi stared at me surprised. "It would seem... like a possibility," she said. "This technology is only being used by certain groups as of now. Though the future could mean anything. But Chris, can you just do me one favor?"

"What is it?" I said.

She was smiling rather embarrassingly. "Don't tell Snake, or I guess even Dr. Emmerich about our meeting. At least, don't tell them I'm here."

I nodded and then left the room and house. Once getting outside, I then heard the sound of breaking glass. I looked back towards the house and immediately realized what was happening. I kicked down and saw Sector 7 troops, who immediately fired their guns. I dodged out of the way, crouching in between a corner in the other room. I noticed that the soldiers had taken Naomi out through the back and I quickly followed them.

Once going out the back door, I quickly and quietly followed them down Francis St. until they went into a large cathedral, that being Westminister Cathedral. I went over to the side of the building, checking to see if there were any enemies around, but saw none. Keeping myself low, and pistol drawn, I went up the steps and stood against the side of the entrance, hearing for anything.

But there was nothing I could hear. I opened the door silently and entered. I was in the main part of the cathedral, but once hearing voices I went up against one of the columns.

"We know you were talking to the enemy and I want names!" a man's voice said. I looked over and saw a group of soldiers surrounding Naomi, with one soldier addressing her, who must have been the commander.

"I can assure you, there was no one else there," Naomi said. "The man you had just killed was an old friend of mine."

"I see," the commander said, obviously not buying it. "Well, you'll have room to talk once we get you back to headquarters."

And with that, they left the cathedral through one of the emergency exits. After a couple of seconds, I went around the column and attempted to pursuit.


(A/N: I guess you wouldn't be surprised that I would add Naomi in this. Well, she's the expert on all of this, so why not? Anyway, we got another boss battle coming up next chapter so stick around for that, should be some good old fun.)

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