Enter: Jericho
Author: Hey every1, this is YJ, ummm…… This is my first attempt at a serious MG fanfic. Everything about MG belongs to Hideo Kojima, but this story belongs to ME. ALL MINE. DON'T TAKE IT.
Thomas stepped into the building, and walked up to the receptionist's desk.
"Umm… I'm looking for Hal Emmerich's room." He was uncomfortable. The briefcase was heavy in his arms. If anyone would have known what was inside of it, he probably would be shot dead within seconds.
"Yes, his room number is 316," answered the receptionist.
He found the right room, and knocked on the door. A man answered, wearing a NIN t-shirt and faded jeans. He needed to shave. He had dark bags under his eyes, and was wearing a pair of glasses on his nose that he kept pushing up.
"What? Are you one of those salespersons that have come to bug me again?" asked the man, Hal. He gave the man at his door a once over. He was young, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old. His blond hair was sticking up in neat little spikes, and he was wearing a business suit. He had tanned skin and bright green eyes; green eyes that were excited. So excited that they betrayed his serious, straight face. The man was oddly familiar looking.
"Are you Hal Emmerich?" asked the young man.
"Yeah. What's it to you?"
"My name is Thomas Jericho, but my friends call me Tom. The truth of the matter is, Otacon, I need your help." The man jumped at the mention of his code name.
"Come in," replied Otacon, wondering where he had seen the face before.
Finally, after all this time, Thomas had found someone that could help him get the damned thing to work. He stepped into the messy one bedroom apartment and sat himself down on the couch.
"So, what do you need my help for?" The man known as Otacon asked.
"I found something. I think you might know about it, and you might also be able to help me get it to work."
Thomas pressed a button on his briefcase, and it popped open. Lying inside was a large rectangular red, gray, and blue console that took up the entire briefcase. He pulled out the console and searched it with his fingers. Finally, he found a button, and pressing it, it started to glow.
Suddenly, a burst of light filled the room. Once the white glow dissipated, a red, gray, and blue suit of armor stood where the box had once been.
"Oh shit," Otacon exhaled. "That's a Cyborg Ninja suit!"
"I know," said the man at once. "I think it's busted, though."
"Where did you find it?"
"I work as a freelance undersea photographer. I was scuba diving off the coast of New York, right about where the Big Shell once stood, when I found this, along with an optical disk. The optical disk spoke of the Sons of Liberty incident, from a lady name Olga Gurlukovich's perspective. It was then that I discovered the secret of the Ninja suit. I tried to make it work, but I can't figure out how to get inside of it."
"Ummm… Well… I can't help you with it. I'm kinda busy."
"You are currently overseeing a mission to destroy the new Metal Gear, aren't you?"
"Huh? What do you know about the new Metal Gear?"
"I probably know as little as you do. It's supposed to be called Metal Gear Alpha, and supposedly, it is a Metal Gear capable of space travel, and it is packed with enough power to cause, and survive, a nuclear holocaust. And you guys, you are Philanthropy, a duo set on destroying all Metal Gears."
"Wow. So you do know what's going on. But how?"
"I have my ways. I also know that this project is supposedly run by the long-dead society known as the Patriots."
"It is? I didn't even know that."
"So, who all is working on this project?"
"Oh. Snake is infiltrating from the top and Raiden, from the SOL, is infiltrating from the bottom. The site is three hundred miles off the coast of Chernobyl, on a sea fortress known as the Loki. Snake sky-dived in and Raiden scuba- dived. They are going to rendezvous soon, and we're gonna go from there. I'm taking care of all the techs."
"Wow, the Loki is a big place. Those two are gonna need some backup. That's why I need you. I want you to fix the Ninja Suit so I can go in there. See, you don't know all the things I know about the Loki. First of all, there are probably swarms of guards running the place. Second of all…"
"Tell me later, right now we need to just get to work on that suit, Mr. Jericho, and I really have to go to the bathroom."
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Author: Hey every1, this is YJ, ummm…… This is my first attempt at a serious MG fanfic. Everything about MG belongs to Hideo Kojima, but this story belongs to ME. ALL MINE. DON'T TAKE IT.
Thomas stepped into the building, and walked up to the receptionist's desk.
"Umm… I'm looking for Hal Emmerich's room." He was uncomfortable. The briefcase was heavy in his arms. If anyone would have known what was inside of it, he probably would be shot dead within seconds.
"Yes, his room number is 316," answered the receptionist.
He found the right room, and knocked on the door. A man answered, wearing a NIN t-shirt and faded jeans. He needed to shave. He had dark bags under his eyes, and was wearing a pair of glasses on his nose that he kept pushing up.
"What? Are you one of those salespersons that have come to bug me again?" asked the man, Hal. He gave the man at his door a once over. He was young, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old. His blond hair was sticking up in neat little spikes, and he was wearing a business suit. He had tanned skin and bright green eyes; green eyes that were excited. So excited that they betrayed his serious, straight face. The man was oddly familiar looking.
"Are you Hal Emmerich?" asked the young man.
"Yeah. What's it to you?"
"My name is Thomas Jericho, but my friends call me Tom. The truth of the matter is, Otacon, I need your help." The man jumped at the mention of his code name.
"Come in," replied Otacon, wondering where he had seen the face before.
Finally, after all this time, Thomas had found someone that could help him get the damned thing to work. He stepped into the messy one bedroom apartment and sat himself down on the couch.
"So, what do you need my help for?" The man known as Otacon asked.
"I found something. I think you might know about it, and you might also be able to help me get it to work."
Thomas pressed a button on his briefcase, and it popped open. Lying inside was a large rectangular red, gray, and blue console that took up the entire briefcase. He pulled out the console and searched it with his fingers. Finally, he found a button, and pressing it, it started to glow.
Suddenly, a burst of light filled the room. Once the white glow dissipated, a red, gray, and blue suit of armor stood where the box had once been.
"Oh shit," Otacon exhaled. "That's a Cyborg Ninja suit!"
"I know," said the man at once. "I think it's busted, though."
"Where did you find it?"
"I work as a freelance undersea photographer. I was scuba diving off the coast of New York, right about where the Big Shell once stood, when I found this, along with an optical disk. The optical disk spoke of the Sons of Liberty incident, from a lady name Olga Gurlukovich's perspective. It was then that I discovered the secret of the Ninja suit. I tried to make it work, but I can't figure out how to get inside of it."
"Ummm… Well… I can't help you with it. I'm kinda busy."
"You are currently overseeing a mission to destroy the new Metal Gear, aren't you?"
"Huh? What do you know about the new Metal Gear?"
"I probably know as little as you do. It's supposed to be called Metal Gear Alpha, and supposedly, it is a Metal Gear capable of space travel, and it is packed with enough power to cause, and survive, a nuclear holocaust. And you guys, you are Philanthropy, a duo set on destroying all Metal Gears."
"Wow. So you do know what's going on. But how?"
"I have my ways. I also know that this project is supposedly run by the long-dead society known as the Patriots."
"It is? I didn't even know that."
"So, who all is working on this project?"
"Oh. Snake is infiltrating from the top and Raiden, from the SOL, is infiltrating from the bottom. The site is three hundred miles off the coast of Chernobyl, on a sea fortress known as the Loki. Snake sky-dived in and Raiden scuba- dived. They are going to rendezvous soon, and we're gonna go from there. I'm taking care of all the techs."
"Wow, the Loki is a big place. Those two are gonna need some backup. That's why I need you. I want you to fix the Ninja Suit so I can go in there. See, you don't know all the things I know about the Loki. First of all, there are probably swarms of guards running the place. Second of all…"
"Tell me later, right now we need to just get to work on that suit, Mr. Jericho, and I really have to go to the bathroom."
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