Disclaimer:
I do not own Dark Angel nor do I own Metal Gear Solid. I do not own them nor the
characters portrayed in them. I do not claim to own them. Don't sue me, please,
I'm really really poor. By the way, this piece of work is Copyrighted by
Rocky Valkyrie 2002, all rights reserved etc. etc. Rockythehercules@yahoo.com
AUTOR'S NOTE:
This fanfic is not very good. I can tell you that in advance. Any and all
convulsions, regurgitations, vomiting, swearing and etc. cannot be attributed
to me or my Fic. Legally. Please? ;;^_~ Enjoy the fic, if and only if you can.
Also, I aplogize for my last fics, which was really REALLY bad. Smoking is
hazardous both to your health and to your sanity. Especially weed.
The Future is Bleak- Believe...
Based loosely on Dark Angel, and includes characters from Metal Gear Solid
By Rocky Valkyrie
"Another one?" she asks, shivers running down her spine.
He is surprised by her voice, since the silence right before was deafening,
"Third one this week. And there were others, too."
"What's been happening to them?" she asks, almost fearing what was to
follow.
"Practically what will happen to me if you touch me." he says, looking back
over his shoulder at her finally.
"Oh... what is this... this disease that we got?" she asks.
"I don't know, Max. If I knew..." he says, with desperation in his voice,
"...then I'd try to do something about it."
"What are we going to do, Logan?" Max asks, almost managing hope.
"There's nothing we can do. But," Logan answers, "I might know someone who
does."
That night, after returning from another inspection of a report to 'Eyes Only,'
Logan sits down on his couch, tired as usual, and frustrated. He is frustrated not only
by the puzzling cases of the elusive virus, but also is frustrated because feels almost
useless; he feels like he can't do anything.
His cell phone rings, and he picks it up. "Hello?" he greets.
"Hey, Logan." the voice says.
"Ahhh... the elusive Dr. Emmerich." Logan answers, jokingly.
"They call me Otacon nowadays..." 'Otacon' says.
"Who are these 'they' you're talking about?" Logan asks.
"FOX-HOUND... and, of course, an old friend of yours." Otacon answers.
"It can't be... he's back?!?" Logan asks, surprisedly.
"Yep. You might want to call him. Oh, and about that virus you asked me about
before, the two aren't the same. They're very similar, but they're a bit different."
Otacon explains.
"How so... 'Otacon?'" asks Logan, now completely taken by the conversation.
"The one being used in those days is the 'FoxDie.' Your "person"'s one is a
variation of the FoxDie, developed by a few prominent biotechnicians, it was to be used
in DNA-specific assasinations. In failed missions, that is." Otacon explains.
"...and?" Logan asks, immersed in the conversation.
"Well... a new string of the FoxDie, similar to the one your Max has been
carrying around, has been developed and is out there. Supposedly FOX-HOUND created
it to kill all those who were carriers of the original FoxDie." Otacon says.
"W-Wait. What? I don't get it..." Logan says, suddenly realizing his confusion.
"To put it simply, there are 3 strings of FoxDie. The original one was created
to kill specific persons in the Rex operation. Then a new string was developed to
take care of 'breeding problems' like the one used on your Max. Now, a new, final one
has been created that will kill all those who carried the original FoxDie. This is all
supposedly to control the intelligence surrounding the Rex operation and the details
of the FoxDie." Otacon explains.
"Hmmm... so Manticore used it to control breeding problems?" Logan rationalizes.
"Actually, according to our reports, the one named Alec is the one responsible."
Otacon says.
"That wouldn't surprise me. But how... why, even?" Logan asks.
Otacon giggles, then says, "It's not like that's something that's strange. Didn't
you say it yourself? He's an idiot. How? Well... he probably got it from the Manticore
guys, and he probably used it on her sometime. Why... that's something I can't quite put
my finger on."
"Well... is there anything else you can tell me?" Logan anticipates.
"No. Well, till next time." Otacon says.
"Alright then. Bye." Logan says, with finality and desperation.
Logan dials another number. He then speaks up, "Hello?"
A woman answers, with a light voice, almost cheery, "Logan?"
"Mei Ling?" Logan answers.
"Hi! I haven't heard from you in the longest time! So what do you want?" Mei Ling
asks.
"I'm sorry it's not to talk to you." Logan confesses, "I need to know how to
contact HIM."
"Emmerich told you, didn't he?" Mei Ling asks.
"Yeah. I asked about the... w-what's it called again? ...'FoxDie?'" Logan states.
"Uh-huh," Mei Ling answers methodically, munching something, "I'll send it your
way."
"Can't you just tell me it?" Logan asks.
"Nope. Protocol. You know how it is at FOX-HOUND." she says.
"Okay. But no snail-mail. I need it quick." Logan says.
"Uhhh... but one thing before you go..." Mei Ling says, hesitantly.
"Yes?" Logan continues.
She hesitates again, then says, "H-he's... he, h-he... he's got this thing."
"'This thing?' What thing?" Logan asks, not really asking, but just puzzled.
Mei Ling sighs, then with exhasperation, says, "He had the FoxDie, too."
"Does that mean he can't touch me either?" Logan asks, almost jokingly.
"That's not it," Mei Ling says, hope disappearing entirely, "it means he'll die if
he comes in contact with whatever it is that's killing all these people. The 3S FoxDie."
"Oh... so he's in danger, too?" Logan asks.
"FOX-HOUND declared him a rogue. Dangerous, they say, to our operations." Mei Ling
tries to explain, breifly, "And so he's on his own mission. To take whoever it is that's
killing the original carriers out."
"And I trust he's got help..." Logan says, voice drifting now.
"Not from us, though," Mei Ling explains, "Except under the table."
"...'Otacon'?" Logan states.
"Who else?" Mei Ling says, "...but that's not it. It's about him and--"
At this point the connection cuts off. It goes full of static, for a half a second,
then it cuts off completely. Logan shouts a few greetings at his cellphone, with no luck,
and turns it off. He shouts a few obscenities, and dials the number again. This time there
is no response. Logan, frustrated, knows that she got caught. But no one would do anything
to her because she knows too much just to let it all slip away because of that.
A few days afterwards, Logan recieves a discreet postcard, which looks a lot like
a normal everyday postcard. But there is an encrypted message on there. It takes Logan a
while, he isn't at the moment fluent in encrypted Latin, but he finally makes it out. Logan
then tries to contact Solid Snake.
The scenery is unfamilliar to him; just the way it is everyday. He is never in the
same place two days in a row. It's not his choice, but that's the way it has to be. The
carrier of the third and second strings are a threat to him. Without knowing, those carriers
are killing the ones exposed to the original FoxDie. Like him. What he needs to do, his
mission, if you will, is to take those carriers out. He is sitting on the steps right outside
the alley entrance to a chinese food restaurant. He looks distantly at the garbage dumps.
He gets up roughly, hands on his knees. He coughs, and reaches into one of the pockets
of his blue jeans. Out of it, he grabs his keys and he starts walking towards the dark blue
pickup truck waiting for him. He gets inside and starts the car when his phone rings. He
picks it up and puts it to his ear.
He answers in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"
"Hey, you! Is that any way to answer an old friend?" Logan's voice projects into the
hollow night.
"Logan. Haven't heard from you in forever. Look, we need to talk..." he says, sort of
sounding like he wants to postpone their talk, "...but I've got something to do."
"Yeah, Mei Ling told me about it." Logan doesn't say much more.
"I'm right on their tails, don't worry. They'll be taken care of, then we'll have
our little talk," he says, assuming that Mei Ling told him everything.
"Just the way you like it, Snake." Logan agrees.
"Don't hurt yourself, hero kid." Snake tells him.
"Don't worry, old timer." Logan reassures Snake.
Snake hangs up and starts the car up again. He lights a cigarette, rolling down the
window. He enjoys it for moments, then lets the smoke out the half-open window. He takes a
few more almost triumphant puffs, and then scratches the back of his head, tossing the
cigarette bud out the window. Then he starts to drive off, rolling the window back up. A
few stray ashes fall on his brown leather jacket, and he dusts himself off. He looks down
at himself for a second; he doesn't like the checkered shirt he's wearing.
Snake looks back at the road and eyes his map. He sees the red marks on it, marked
quite sloppily, with circles and barely readable handwriting. He grins to himself; he got
a great lead on the carriers. The next city, which is also Logan's city, is the city where
one of them seems to be. Or more than one of them.
He stops off at a nearby redneck bar, asking for directions to the city; he does
this all without looking out-of-place, seeming to blend in and not attract too much attention.
Snake then steps out and drives a few more miles. At last, he thinks to himself, a real city.
He parks, and, looking like a redneck, tries to get into a club. The bouncer tries to stop
him from getting in by grabbing his shirt, but a simple, powerful punch to the man's elbow
is all it takes to break it, releasing him. The man stands there, screaming obscenities, and
Snake throws his half-smoked cigarette at him, burning a part of his face. The other bouncers
back off slowly, not turning their backs to him, and he walks in, almost nonchalantly.
He looks around, discreetly, quickly, and then he walks to the bar and orders a drink.
Most of the people he sees are out of it. He does, though, spot one of the DJs, his target.
He is wearing a state-of-the-art tracking device that makes the carriers look like supernovas.
He hesitates, he knows he can't too close, and he doesn't want to think about killing him. But
he has to, before anyone else dies. Like him. After a little while, he walks back to the exit,
hesitantly, then pulls out his gun and shoots the DJ. A perfect shot. And then he runs. The
crowd screams in horror, and all he can do is drive away. That makes 3 of the 5. Another 1 is
rumored also to be in the city. He would meet with Logan in a day. If he made it through the
night.
Snake wakes up early that morning in his motel room. The woman he wakes up with
beside him, Kat, is just coyote ugly. Snake hurries down and out of the room. When Kat wakes
up 2 hours later, she cries herself to sleep. Snake is long gone by then. He is eating brunch,
waiting for Logan in a small diner, away from the motel where he left Kat.
Logan walks in, the leg muscle booster things giving him a bit of a hard time.
Snake waves, Logan sees and walks toward him. Just as he sits down, a waitress, dressed in
a black dress with a white blouse and a white, frilly apron, holding a paper and pencil,
asks for their order. Snake orders a straight black coffee, and a ham sandwich, while Logan
orders a coffee with sugar and cream. The waitress walks away and Snake turns his head
sideways and admires the waitress' butt. Logan clears his throat and Snake turns his
attention back at Logan.
"Always the straight arrow, aren't you?" Snake asks, in his hoarse voice.
"Better than you. From what you ordered, it seems like you got some last night,"
Logan muses, knowing Snake very well.
"So...?" Snake demmands.
Logan sighs, saying, "...and already looking for a replacement."
Snake scoffs and lights a cigarette, "Who's buying?"
"I'll do it. But we got to talk." Logan says.
"Sure thing, kid. What's on your mind?" Snake says, eyes positively gleaming, "this
'bout your little hero girl?"
Logan pouts like a kid in time-out, then tells him, "No-- well, yes-- umm... not
reall-- uhh, wait. It sort of is... but sort of isn't..."
"Get to the point, kid," Snake demmands.
Logan sighs, pushes up his glasses, then says, "I think she's in trouble, too."
"Hmmm...?" this catches Snake's attention.
"Emmerich says that she's got that FoxDie thing, too. So she'll die, I think, if
she gets too close to whoever is killing them." Logan says.
"What kind of the stuff is it?" Snake asks.
"What?" Logan says, puzzled.
"Nevermind. Just keep her indoors. I know. Keep her in your room. With you." Snake
says, in his commanding voice.
"Well, why?" Logan asks.
"Just get her in there quick. I'll have this city's problem solved before the night
is up." Snake says, "You'll just have to worry about it tonight. I'll meet you back at your
place around 7, alright?"
"7... okay, gotcha." Logan responds, still confused.
Logan drinks his coffee, Snake eats his sandwich and drinks his coffe, and after
Logan pays, they leave. Snake tracks down the 4th carrier with his high-tech equipment.
There's no looking back; he has to kill them or else more will die. Like him.
Max's cell phone rings as she is hopping on rooftops. She settles down quickly and
takes the call. It's Logan, with no explanation, and he tells her to come to his place and
to stay there for the day and night. Max refuses because she reminds Logan that if she even
sneezes on him, he'll drop dead. She insists that she'll be okay till then, then she hangs
up. She then resumeshopping roofs, and makes her way to Alec's place. upon arrival, she
demmands something from him.
"Okay, Alec, you talk, or I'll start to whip!" Max demmands.
Alec looks at her, saying, "Not now, Max. I'm in the middle of a--" but the furious
Max throws a dagger at his cell, knocking it out of his hand. "What do you want?" Alec says,
now annoyed, his phone nearly broken.
Max cocks up her eyebrows, then says, "Starts spitting out the names on the list."
"List? What list?" Alec asks, genuinely puzzled for once.
"You know what I want. The virus list. Who was on it?" Max demmands.
Alecs drops a cold sweat, then says, "About that. I only had the original list."
"The list of the targets or the carriers?" Max demmands, menacingly approaching him.
"Carriers. One was Solid Snake or something, the other ones... I don't remember them
too well. I do remember that 3 of them died this week, and I read about them in the paper."
Alec explains.
"Tell me something new!" Max demmands, grabbing the lamp.
"Well, you probably didn't hear, but last night, the somebody affected with the same
exact virus as you was shot in a club." Alec says.
"And...?" Max asks.
"Well, I got a lead on the shooter." Alec says.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!? An invitation?" Max shouts, tossing Alec his
jacket.
The two make their way on a wild goose chase. Snake is too smart to leave proper
trails behind. The farthest they made was Kat, the woman he had slept with the night before.
So Alec and Max both go home. Max goes to Logan's apartment, instead.
As Max tries to open the door, she spots some smoke coming from the nearby strairway.
She coughs a bit, then starts knocking on the door. Logan might be on his wheelchair again.
Just then, Snake, with his red-colored shades, with the ability to track down the secondary
and tertiary carriers, spots a bright spot next to Logan's room. He hops up the stairs and
sees Max, who looks back at him. Snake reaches into his jacket quickly, thinking that Max
was one of the carriers, who wanted to infect Logan's girlfriend and kill her. Snake reaches
for his gun, and he grabs it quickly. The door opens and Logan greets Max. He then sees
Snake swinging his gun at Max, and watches as he points it at her.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Logan shouts, almost knowing that he is too late.
A loud gunshot can be heard, ringing into the night, in that neighborhood. The body
count is 1 that night. Can they change the past; what has happened? Maybe they can't.
To be continued...
I do not own Dark Angel nor do I own Metal Gear Solid. I do not own them nor the
characters portrayed in them. I do not claim to own them. Don't sue me, please,
I'm really really poor. By the way, this piece of work is Copyrighted by
Rocky Valkyrie 2002, all rights reserved etc. etc. Rockythehercules@yahoo.com
AUTOR'S NOTE:
This fanfic is not very good. I can tell you that in advance. Any and all
convulsions, regurgitations, vomiting, swearing and etc. cannot be attributed
to me or my Fic. Legally. Please? ;;^_~ Enjoy the fic, if and only if you can.
Also, I aplogize for my last fics, which was really REALLY bad. Smoking is
hazardous both to your health and to your sanity. Especially weed.
The Future is Bleak- Believe...
Based loosely on Dark Angel, and includes characters from Metal Gear Solid
By Rocky Valkyrie
"Another one?" she asks, shivers running down her spine.
He is surprised by her voice, since the silence right before was deafening,
"Third one this week. And there were others, too."
"What's been happening to them?" she asks, almost fearing what was to
follow.
"Practically what will happen to me if you touch me." he says, looking back
over his shoulder at her finally.
"Oh... what is this... this disease that we got?" she asks.
"I don't know, Max. If I knew..." he says, with desperation in his voice,
"...then I'd try to do something about it."
"What are we going to do, Logan?" Max asks, almost managing hope.
"There's nothing we can do. But," Logan answers, "I might know someone who
does."
That night, after returning from another inspection of a report to 'Eyes Only,'
Logan sits down on his couch, tired as usual, and frustrated. He is frustrated not only
by the puzzling cases of the elusive virus, but also is frustrated because feels almost
useless; he feels like he can't do anything.
His cell phone rings, and he picks it up. "Hello?" he greets.
"Hey, Logan." the voice says.
"Ahhh... the elusive Dr. Emmerich." Logan answers, jokingly.
"They call me Otacon nowadays..." 'Otacon' says.
"Who are these 'they' you're talking about?" Logan asks.
"FOX-HOUND... and, of course, an old friend of yours." Otacon answers.
"It can't be... he's back?!?" Logan asks, surprisedly.
"Yep. You might want to call him. Oh, and about that virus you asked me about
before, the two aren't the same. They're very similar, but they're a bit different."
Otacon explains.
"How so... 'Otacon?'" asks Logan, now completely taken by the conversation.
"The one being used in those days is the 'FoxDie.' Your "person"'s one is a
variation of the FoxDie, developed by a few prominent biotechnicians, it was to be used
in DNA-specific assasinations. In failed missions, that is." Otacon explains.
"...and?" Logan asks, immersed in the conversation.
"Well... a new string of the FoxDie, similar to the one your Max has been
carrying around, has been developed and is out there. Supposedly FOX-HOUND created
it to kill all those who were carriers of the original FoxDie." Otacon says.
"W-Wait. What? I don't get it..." Logan says, suddenly realizing his confusion.
"To put it simply, there are 3 strings of FoxDie. The original one was created
to kill specific persons in the Rex operation. Then a new string was developed to
take care of 'breeding problems' like the one used on your Max. Now, a new, final one
has been created that will kill all those who carried the original FoxDie. This is all
supposedly to control the intelligence surrounding the Rex operation and the details
of the FoxDie." Otacon explains.
"Hmmm... so Manticore used it to control breeding problems?" Logan rationalizes.
"Actually, according to our reports, the one named Alec is the one responsible."
Otacon says.
"That wouldn't surprise me. But how... why, even?" Logan asks.
Otacon giggles, then says, "It's not like that's something that's strange. Didn't
you say it yourself? He's an idiot. How? Well... he probably got it from the Manticore
guys, and he probably used it on her sometime. Why... that's something I can't quite put
my finger on."
"Well... is there anything else you can tell me?" Logan anticipates.
"No. Well, till next time." Otacon says.
"Alright then. Bye." Logan says, with finality and desperation.
Logan dials another number. He then speaks up, "Hello?"
A woman answers, with a light voice, almost cheery, "Logan?"
"Mei Ling?" Logan answers.
"Hi! I haven't heard from you in the longest time! So what do you want?" Mei Ling
asks.
"I'm sorry it's not to talk to you." Logan confesses, "I need to know how to
contact HIM."
"Emmerich told you, didn't he?" Mei Ling asks.
"Yeah. I asked about the... w-what's it called again? ...'FoxDie?'" Logan states.
"Uh-huh," Mei Ling answers methodically, munching something, "I'll send it your
way."
"Can't you just tell me it?" Logan asks.
"Nope. Protocol. You know how it is at FOX-HOUND." she says.
"Okay. But no snail-mail. I need it quick." Logan says.
"Uhhh... but one thing before you go..." Mei Ling says, hesitantly.
"Yes?" Logan continues.
She hesitates again, then says, "H-he's... he, h-he... he's got this thing."
"'This thing?' What thing?" Logan asks, not really asking, but just puzzled.
Mei Ling sighs, then with exhasperation, says, "He had the FoxDie, too."
"Does that mean he can't touch me either?" Logan asks, almost jokingly.
"That's not it," Mei Ling says, hope disappearing entirely, "it means he'll die if
he comes in contact with whatever it is that's killing all these people. The 3S FoxDie."
"Oh... so he's in danger, too?" Logan asks.
"FOX-HOUND declared him a rogue. Dangerous, they say, to our operations." Mei Ling
tries to explain, breifly, "And so he's on his own mission. To take whoever it is that's
killing the original carriers out."
"And I trust he's got help..." Logan says, voice drifting now.
"Not from us, though," Mei Ling explains, "Except under the table."
"...'Otacon'?" Logan states.
"Who else?" Mei Ling says, "...but that's not it. It's about him and--"
At this point the connection cuts off. It goes full of static, for a half a second,
then it cuts off completely. Logan shouts a few greetings at his cellphone, with no luck,
and turns it off. He shouts a few obscenities, and dials the number again. This time there
is no response. Logan, frustrated, knows that she got caught. But no one would do anything
to her because she knows too much just to let it all slip away because of that.
A few days afterwards, Logan recieves a discreet postcard, which looks a lot like
a normal everyday postcard. But there is an encrypted message on there. It takes Logan a
while, he isn't at the moment fluent in encrypted Latin, but he finally makes it out. Logan
then tries to contact Solid Snake.
The scenery is unfamilliar to him; just the way it is everyday. He is never in the
same place two days in a row. It's not his choice, but that's the way it has to be. The
carrier of the third and second strings are a threat to him. Without knowing, those carriers
are killing the ones exposed to the original FoxDie. Like him. What he needs to do, his
mission, if you will, is to take those carriers out. He is sitting on the steps right outside
the alley entrance to a chinese food restaurant. He looks distantly at the garbage dumps.
He gets up roughly, hands on his knees. He coughs, and reaches into one of the pockets
of his blue jeans. Out of it, he grabs his keys and he starts walking towards the dark blue
pickup truck waiting for him. He gets inside and starts the car when his phone rings. He
picks it up and puts it to his ear.
He answers in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"
"Hey, you! Is that any way to answer an old friend?" Logan's voice projects into the
hollow night.
"Logan. Haven't heard from you in forever. Look, we need to talk..." he says, sort of
sounding like he wants to postpone their talk, "...but I've got something to do."
"Yeah, Mei Ling told me about it." Logan doesn't say much more.
"I'm right on their tails, don't worry. They'll be taken care of, then we'll have
our little talk," he says, assuming that Mei Ling told him everything.
"Just the way you like it, Snake." Logan agrees.
"Don't hurt yourself, hero kid." Snake tells him.
"Don't worry, old timer." Logan reassures Snake.
Snake hangs up and starts the car up again. He lights a cigarette, rolling down the
window. He enjoys it for moments, then lets the smoke out the half-open window. He takes a
few more almost triumphant puffs, and then scratches the back of his head, tossing the
cigarette bud out the window. Then he starts to drive off, rolling the window back up. A
few stray ashes fall on his brown leather jacket, and he dusts himself off. He looks down
at himself for a second; he doesn't like the checkered shirt he's wearing.
Snake looks back at the road and eyes his map. He sees the red marks on it, marked
quite sloppily, with circles and barely readable handwriting. He grins to himself; he got
a great lead on the carriers. The next city, which is also Logan's city, is the city where
one of them seems to be. Or more than one of them.
He stops off at a nearby redneck bar, asking for directions to the city; he does
this all without looking out-of-place, seeming to blend in and not attract too much attention.
Snake then steps out and drives a few more miles. At last, he thinks to himself, a real city.
He parks, and, looking like a redneck, tries to get into a club. The bouncer tries to stop
him from getting in by grabbing his shirt, but a simple, powerful punch to the man's elbow
is all it takes to break it, releasing him. The man stands there, screaming obscenities, and
Snake throws his half-smoked cigarette at him, burning a part of his face. The other bouncers
back off slowly, not turning their backs to him, and he walks in, almost nonchalantly.
He looks around, discreetly, quickly, and then he walks to the bar and orders a drink.
Most of the people he sees are out of it. He does, though, spot one of the DJs, his target.
He is wearing a state-of-the-art tracking device that makes the carriers look like supernovas.
He hesitates, he knows he can't too close, and he doesn't want to think about killing him. But
he has to, before anyone else dies. Like him. After a little while, he walks back to the exit,
hesitantly, then pulls out his gun and shoots the DJ. A perfect shot. And then he runs. The
crowd screams in horror, and all he can do is drive away. That makes 3 of the 5. Another 1 is
rumored also to be in the city. He would meet with Logan in a day. If he made it through the
night.
Snake wakes up early that morning in his motel room. The woman he wakes up with
beside him, Kat, is just coyote ugly. Snake hurries down and out of the room. When Kat wakes
up 2 hours later, she cries herself to sleep. Snake is long gone by then. He is eating brunch,
waiting for Logan in a small diner, away from the motel where he left Kat.
Logan walks in, the leg muscle booster things giving him a bit of a hard time.
Snake waves, Logan sees and walks toward him. Just as he sits down, a waitress, dressed in
a black dress with a white blouse and a white, frilly apron, holding a paper and pencil,
asks for their order. Snake orders a straight black coffee, and a ham sandwich, while Logan
orders a coffee with sugar and cream. The waitress walks away and Snake turns his head
sideways and admires the waitress' butt. Logan clears his throat and Snake turns his
attention back at Logan.
"Always the straight arrow, aren't you?" Snake asks, in his hoarse voice.
"Better than you. From what you ordered, it seems like you got some last night,"
Logan muses, knowing Snake very well.
"So...?" Snake demmands.
Logan sighs, saying, "...and already looking for a replacement."
Snake scoffs and lights a cigarette, "Who's buying?"
"I'll do it. But we got to talk." Logan says.
"Sure thing, kid. What's on your mind?" Snake says, eyes positively gleaming, "this
'bout your little hero girl?"
Logan pouts like a kid in time-out, then tells him, "No-- well, yes-- umm... not
reall-- uhh, wait. It sort of is... but sort of isn't..."
"Get to the point, kid," Snake demmands.
Logan sighs, pushes up his glasses, then says, "I think she's in trouble, too."
"Hmmm...?" this catches Snake's attention.
"Emmerich says that she's got that FoxDie thing, too. So she'll die, I think, if
she gets too close to whoever is killing them." Logan says.
"What kind of the stuff is it?" Snake asks.
"What?" Logan says, puzzled.
"Nevermind. Just keep her indoors. I know. Keep her in your room. With you." Snake
says, in his commanding voice.
"Well, why?" Logan asks.
"Just get her in there quick. I'll have this city's problem solved before the night
is up." Snake says, "You'll just have to worry about it tonight. I'll meet you back at your
place around 7, alright?"
"7... okay, gotcha." Logan responds, still confused.
Logan drinks his coffee, Snake eats his sandwich and drinks his coffe, and after
Logan pays, they leave. Snake tracks down the 4th carrier with his high-tech equipment.
There's no looking back; he has to kill them or else more will die. Like him.
Max's cell phone rings as she is hopping on rooftops. She settles down quickly and
takes the call. It's Logan, with no explanation, and he tells her to come to his place and
to stay there for the day and night. Max refuses because she reminds Logan that if she even
sneezes on him, he'll drop dead. She insists that she'll be okay till then, then she hangs
up. She then resumeshopping roofs, and makes her way to Alec's place. upon arrival, she
demmands something from him.
"Okay, Alec, you talk, or I'll start to whip!" Max demmands.
Alec looks at her, saying, "Not now, Max. I'm in the middle of a--" but the furious
Max throws a dagger at his cell, knocking it out of his hand. "What do you want?" Alec says,
now annoyed, his phone nearly broken.
Max cocks up her eyebrows, then says, "Starts spitting out the names on the list."
"List? What list?" Alec asks, genuinely puzzled for once.
"You know what I want. The virus list. Who was on it?" Max demmands.
Alecs drops a cold sweat, then says, "About that. I only had the original list."
"The list of the targets or the carriers?" Max demmands, menacingly approaching him.
"Carriers. One was Solid Snake or something, the other ones... I don't remember them
too well. I do remember that 3 of them died this week, and I read about them in the paper."
Alec explains.
"Tell me something new!" Max demmands, grabbing the lamp.
"Well, you probably didn't hear, but last night, the somebody affected with the same
exact virus as you was shot in a club." Alec says.
"And...?" Max asks.
"Well, I got a lead on the shooter." Alec says.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!? An invitation?" Max shouts, tossing Alec his
jacket.
The two make their way on a wild goose chase. Snake is too smart to leave proper
trails behind. The farthest they made was Kat, the woman he had slept with the night before.
So Alec and Max both go home. Max goes to Logan's apartment, instead.
As Max tries to open the door, she spots some smoke coming from the nearby strairway.
She coughs a bit, then starts knocking on the door. Logan might be on his wheelchair again.
Just then, Snake, with his red-colored shades, with the ability to track down the secondary
and tertiary carriers, spots a bright spot next to Logan's room. He hops up the stairs and
sees Max, who looks back at him. Snake reaches into his jacket quickly, thinking that Max
was one of the carriers, who wanted to infect Logan's girlfriend and kill her. Snake reaches
for his gun, and he grabs it quickly. The door opens and Logan greets Max. He then sees
Snake swinging his gun at Max, and watches as he points it at her.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Logan shouts, almost knowing that he is too late.
A loud gunshot can be heard, ringing into the night, in that neighborhood. The body
count is 1 that night. Can they change the past; what has happened? Maybe they can't.
To be continued...