Twin Lakes
Nope still don't own Metal Gear But expect to have enough money to buy the rights in the year 3178 or so...
An article about the army presence in Twin lakes, Alaska by James Stewart (continued).
The night was young when my dad brought him in a jail cell, he was quiet all the way down to the station. Buck Richards on the other hand screamed all the way down to the local doctor. At that time my uncle had returned to his bar and I was on my way home, when a little curiosity woke in me instead of going home I turned the other towards the police station my dad was still there when I entered.
"Jim what are you doing here??" My dad asked
"Well I..." I said, not coming up with a good excuse.
My luck had struk, a call over the radio had my dad busy
And was the reason my life was changed. What had happened? Well about five kilometres out of town my granddad lives and he sometimes have problems with some polarbears killing his animals, so my dad have to go out there and stop my grandad for killing the bears (he has some temper), and that usually takes a day or so.
"Listen Jim Jensen is off duty right now and he has worked over time a couple of weeks, so I was thinking can't you..."
"Sure dad" I said before he could finish the question.
Of course you are thinking I'm only fifteen at that time but when my dad was that age he helped his dad and Daniels crossing was only a small town so what could happen?
So I had the a nightshift at station, I knew how......
The first hours I just in a chair listening to the radio, while the drunken man was sleeping.
After an hour or so, I heard some muttering from the cell it sounded like
"Grey rocks.. " And then again he shouted in his sleep.
"Big Boss!!"
I sad wondering what those muttering meant until he woke a hour after.
"Where's the sherif, kid???" He asked
"Not here" I answered
"I see that" he said sarcastic
"Why did you break his arm??" I asked, but he ignored me a few seconds until he said: "I thought... He was someone else"
"Who?"
"None of your buisness" he said back.
"Want some food??"
"No, I want a drink and my smokes"
"No drink but I can get you'r smokes, where are they?"
"They are called Lucky strikers, they should be on the table"
I looked at the table a couple of things was lying on it a pack of cigarettes and a dogtag. I looked at the dog tag there were no name on it just a number 5328
I puttted them down and handed him the smokes through the cellbars.
"Were you in the army, dosent the dogtag mean you have in the army" I asked
He took a deep breathe and looked at me and said:
"Yes..."
"Why are there no name on it then??"
"You're to nosy for you'r health" he said
"What the hell is that supposed to mean??" I asked, kind of afraid.
"Nothing.." He said and lighted a smoke
We sat there the next hour quiet, he in the cell and I in the chair until I asked:
"Who is Big Boss??"
"Huh?"
"You said this name in your sleep and something grey rocks?"
"No.. Hehe it's Grey fox" he said and laughed a little bit.
He did'nt answer that was auctally the last thing I remember from that because I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next day he was gone and my dad was looking around.
"Morning" he said sounding a little mad
"Did you let him go?" I asked
"No...he escaped when you sleeped" my dad said.
Make no mistake I had always been a light sleeper and it could take a little klick or something just wake me up, but this guy just did'nt make a sound.
"So are you going up to his cabin??"
"No..."
"Why?" I asked
"He won't be any trouble again, I think"
"Did you get an ID From his prints?" I asked
"No and let that be and let us get some breakfeast" he said.
To Be Continued
Nope still don't own Metal Gear But expect to have enough money to buy the rights in the year 3178 or so...
An article about the army presence in Twin lakes, Alaska by James Stewart (continued).
The night was young when my dad brought him in a jail cell, he was quiet all the way down to the station. Buck Richards on the other hand screamed all the way down to the local doctor. At that time my uncle had returned to his bar and I was on my way home, when a little curiosity woke in me instead of going home I turned the other towards the police station my dad was still there when I entered.
"Jim what are you doing here??" My dad asked
"Well I..." I said, not coming up with a good excuse.
My luck had struk, a call over the radio had my dad busy
And was the reason my life was changed. What had happened? Well about five kilometres out of town my granddad lives and he sometimes have problems with some polarbears killing his animals, so my dad have to go out there and stop my grandad for killing the bears (he has some temper), and that usually takes a day or so.
"Listen Jim Jensen is off duty right now and he has worked over time a couple of weeks, so I was thinking can't you..."
"Sure dad" I said before he could finish the question.
Of course you are thinking I'm only fifteen at that time but when my dad was that age he helped his dad and Daniels crossing was only a small town so what could happen?
So I had the a nightshift at station, I knew how......
The first hours I just in a chair listening to the radio, while the drunken man was sleeping.
After an hour or so, I heard some muttering from the cell it sounded like
"Grey rocks.. " And then again he shouted in his sleep.
"Big Boss!!"
I sad wondering what those muttering meant until he woke a hour after.
"Where's the sherif, kid???" He asked
"Not here" I answered
"I see that" he said sarcastic
"Why did you break his arm??" I asked, but he ignored me a few seconds until he said: "I thought... He was someone else"
"Who?"
"None of your buisness" he said back.
"Want some food??"
"No, I want a drink and my smokes"
"No drink but I can get you'r smokes, where are they?"
"They are called Lucky strikers, they should be on the table"
I looked at the table a couple of things was lying on it a pack of cigarettes and a dogtag. I looked at the dog tag there were no name on it just a number 5328
I puttted them down and handed him the smokes through the cellbars.
"Were you in the army, dosent the dogtag mean you have in the army" I asked
He took a deep breathe and looked at me and said:
"Yes..."
"Why are there no name on it then??"
"You're to nosy for you'r health" he said
"What the hell is that supposed to mean??" I asked, kind of afraid.
"Nothing.." He said and lighted a smoke
We sat there the next hour quiet, he in the cell and I in the chair until I asked:
"Who is Big Boss??"
"Huh?"
"You said this name in your sleep and something grey rocks?"
"No.. Hehe it's Grey fox" he said and laughed a little bit.
He did'nt answer that was auctally the last thing I remember from that because I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next day he was gone and my dad was looking around.
"Morning" he said sounding a little mad
"Did you let him go?" I asked
"No...he escaped when you sleeped" my dad said.
Make no mistake I had always been a light sleeper and it could take a little klick or something just wake me up, but this guy just did'nt make a sound.
"So are you going up to his cabin??"
"No..."
"Why?" I asked
"He won't be any trouble again, I think"
"Did you get an ID From his prints?" I asked
"No and let that be and let us get some breakfeast" he said.
To Be Continued