"Did you kill him!? He probably died from shock, you imbecile."
"He's alive, his vital signs are kicking up a bit, the man has some spark in him." A man with a black tuxedo said. He chuckled as he spoke.
"This isn't a laughing matter, Black. Some CIA agent you are, turning your back on your own country. No better yet, your own presidency, your democracy."
"MY democracy has nothing to do with our deal, money does."
"Doesn't surprise me, I'll say it once, I'll say it again. 'Money is the root of all evil.' "
"What do you mean, Vamperious?"
"I mean, THIS!" The man known as Vamperious ripped a hunting knife from a pocket in his jacket, and jabbed it into Agent Black's stomach. "Your deal ends here, Black."
Blood squirted from the Agents stomach almost like a fountain. Some blood splattered up on Vamperious' cheek. He grinned and licked the blood from his cheek, and grinned satisfied.
Wolf opened his eyes slowly, his vision was blurry. He saw Agent Black on the ground next to him, and he gasped struggling to get up, but he was strapped to some kind of counter or something. It almost looked like…the bed they strap criminals to, to give them the lethal injection.. Oh shit.. THIS is a place where they do that. He looked at a table beside the bed he was strapped to. There was a needle, it had a green liquid inside of it. "Holy shit, this guy got his hands on Arsenic!!!" he thought to himself.
"Do you like my addition? The man on the floor next to you, ash.. poor Agent Black, corrupted by his own greed. All he wanted was ten million." A voice from behind him chuckled as he talked to Wolf.
"What kind of sick person are you?" Wolf added.
"Sick person? Nah.. I am merely the living bloodline of the legendary hero from the 'Sons of Liberty' operation, Dead Cell member Vamp! My name is Vamperious, and I am the brother to Vamp, I will carry out his wish and reactivate Arsenal Gear, bringing havoc onto the world!"
"Just like I said, SICK."
"Yes…I'm sick, rather..Insane." Vamperious laughed hysterically, and the voice faded.
Wolf struggled to get out of the straps, but it was no use. He looked beside him, the body of whom he knew as Agent Black was no being surrounded by flies. He shook his head in disgust, and a sharp ringing erupted inside his ear.
"This is Solid Snake, contacting the operative known as Shadow Wolf."
"..This is Wolf.." He said, woozily.
"Wolf, how are you doing?"
"Well, I'm a bit tied up at the moment."
"I see, well where are you? I got loose from the psycho's that were holding me here."
"It looks as if the room I'm in is a room they use for administering people the lethal injection."
"I see, I think I know where you are, I've been in Outer Heaven a few times myself. Well see you soon."
"Let's hope so." And the conversation ended there. Wolf looked around the room, and after awhile he somehow fell asleep.
"Hey, Wolf wake up." A familiar voice said, it seemed to echo.
"Oh, Snake I see you found me."
"Yeah, here take this." Snake handed Wolf a .45 SOCOM. Wolf slid back the lock on the gun, and it made an oddly comforting sound. Wolf got to his feet, and looked at Snake.
"How did you know my frequency, Snake?"
"It was difficult, I just searched through all of the possible frequencies." Snake chuckled, also readying his weapon. He held a .45 SOCOM in one hand, and a .45 USP in the other, a flashlight mounted under the barrel, it was usually used for close combat. Not for infiltration missions.
"Snake, your USP. They're usually not used for Infiltration missions… Why did you bring it?"
"It was a gift from a friend, I always keep it with me."
"Oh, I see.."
"Well, Wolf we better be off. Since we're just inside the inner-wall of Outer Heaven, we still have some work ahead of us. You take the left passage, I'll take the right.
The two then set off their separate ways.
"He's alive, his vital signs are kicking up a bit, the man has some spark in him." A man with a black tuxedo said. He chuckled as he spoke.
"This isn't a laughing matter, Black. Some CIA agent you are, turning your back on your own country. No better yet, your own presidency, your democracy."
"MY democracy has nothing to do with our deal, money does."
"Doesn't surprise me, I'll say it once, I'll say it again. 'Money is the root of all evil.' "
"What do you mean, Vamperious?"
"I mean, THIS!" The man known as Vamperious ripped a hunting knife from a pocket in his jacket, and jabbed it into Agent Black's stomach. "Your deal ends here, Black."
Blood squirted from the Agents stomach almost like a fountain. Some blood splattered up on Vamperious' cheek. He grinned and licked the blood from his cheek, and grinned satisfied.
Wolf opened his eyes slowly, his vision was blurry. He saw Agent Black on the ground next to him, and he gasped struggling to get up, but he was strapped to some kind of counter or something. It almost looked like…the bed they strap criminals to, to give them the lethal injection.. Oh shit.. THIS is a place where they do that. He looked at a table beside the bed he was strapped to. There was a needle, it had a green liquid inside of it. "Holy shit, this guy got his hands on Arsenic!!!" he thought to himself.
"Do you like my addition? The man on the floor next to you, ash.. poor Agent Black, corrupted by his own greed. All he wanted was ten million." A voice from behind him chuckled as he talked to Wolf.
"What kind of sick person are you?" Wolf added.
"Sick person? Nah.. I am merely the living bloodline of the legendary hero from the 'Sons of Liberty' operation, Dead Cell member Vamp! My name is Vamperious, and I am the brother to Vamp, I will carry out his wish and reactivate Arsenal Gear, bringing havoc onto the world!"
"Just like I said, SICK."
"Yes…I'm sick, rather..Insane." Vamperious laughed hysterically, and the voice faded.
Wolf struggled to get out of the straps, but it was no use. He looked beside him, the body of whom he knew as Agent Black was no being surrounded by flies. He shook his head in disgust, and a sharp ringing erupted inside his ear.
"This is Solid Snake, contacting the operative known as Shadow Wolf."
"..This is Wolf.." He said, woozily.
"Wolf, how are you doing?"
"Well, I'm a bit tied up at the moment."
"I see, well where are you? I got loose from the psycho's that were holding me here."
"It looks as if the room I'm in is a room they use for administering people the lethal injection."
"I see, I think I know where you are, I've been in Outer Heaven a few times myself. Well see you soon."
"Let's hope so." And the conversation ended there. Wolf looked around the room, and after awhile he somehow fell asleep.
"Hey, Wolf wake up." A familiar voice said, it seemed to echo.
"Oh, Snake I see you found me."
"Yeah, here take this." Snake handed Wolf a .45 SOCOM. Wolf slid back the lock on the gun, and it made an oddly comforting sound. Wolf got to his feet, and looked at Snake.
"How did you know my frequency, Snake?"
"It was difficult, I just searched through all of the possible frequencies." Snake chuckled, also readying his weapon. He held a .45 SOCOM in one hand, and a .45 USP in the other, a flashlight mounted under the barrel, it was usually used for close combat. Not for infiltration missions.
"Snake, your USP. They're usually not used for Infiltration missions… Why did you bring it?"
"It was a gift from a friend, I always keep it with me."
"Oh, I see.."
"Well, Wolf we better be off. Since we're just inside the inner-wall of Outer Heaven, we still have some work ahead of us. You take the left passage, I'll take the right.
The two then set off their separate ways.