Chapter Three: Fool me once…
Otacon saw the alerted guard walk over to the unconscious one. "Freeze!" He said again as he leaped from his hiding spot behind a bush. The guard raised his hands slowly, not quick like the other guard. Otacon ran around front and pointed the gun at the guard's head. "Are you going to shoot me?" The guard asked. "I shot the other one, but if you give me some rations and bandages, I might let you go. "If you're going to do it, then do it." The guard obviously knew his comrade was not shot, he wasn't bleeding and there had been no gunshot. "Uh oh" Otacon thought. The guard lunged for his gun, while Otacon swung at him with the gun. The guard pulled out his rifle and shot at Otacon, barley missing his right leg. "I'm under attack! Send backup!" The guard shouted into his radio.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! The sounds of an alarm rang through the air. Otacon knew what that must mean, a clearing. The guard who he had alerted had run out of the general area, so Otacon had a few seconds to think. He looked around for any possible hiding spots, but instead, found gold. A chaff grenade had fallen from the unconscious guard's pack. Otacon picked it up, pulled the pin, and lobbed it into the center of the field. He laid down in the grass ad waited. Within seconds, the alarms stopped and there was a clamor of shouting going on. "What's going on? Why aren't the alarms working?" came the voice of a guard from the hangar. "I don't know, there's some kind of interference with the radio activation system." Otacon sighed a sigh of pure relief, his trick had worked. They knew that he was there, but at least he was safe for the time being. Otacon got up from his spot and surveyed the scene. The guard's patrol routes had expanded, and there seemed to be more of them in the area. "Caution Mode" He chuckled to himself.
There was another hangar not 300 yards from the one he was just in. He thought that he would have better luck there, since they were unaware of his presence.
Meanwhile, back at Fox-Hound
"I'd say he's doing very well," Raiden said as he looked up from the monitor. The monitor held an overhead view of the entire compound, the one next to it showed a cypher-eye view of Otacon. "Snake, this had better be worth all the trouble we went to," Meiling said as she, too, eyed the monitor. "Who ever said we went to the trouble?" Replied Snake. "I know a buddy who owed me a favor or two. I met with none other than former president George Sears; he was intrigued by Ocelot and Solidus' little game that they called the S3 Project. He agreed to set up and fund the entire experiment, if we would offer a subject that seemed incredibly unlikely to pass it. I did just that."
"I feel bad for him," Raiden said. "Don't worry, if he gets in a bind, we have rigged his nano-machines to camouflage him. Kind of like a momentary stealth suit. Mr. Sears didn't know about that. I've rigged the program so that Otacon can screw up once, and after that, he's on his own." Snake explained. "Besides," Meiling perked up suddenly, "If he succeeds, we will have three of the best men in the world working at ridding the world of Metal Gear."
Back at the "test site" Otacon was nearly at the other hangar. There on the ground, was more gold. A single SOCOM clip. Otacon grabbed it and eagerly shoved it into the gun. Now he could fend for himself if he needed to.
Otacon saw the alerted guard walk over to the unconscious one. "Freeze!" He said again as he leaped from his hiding spot behind a bush. The guard raised his hands slowly, not quick like the other guard. Otacon ran around front and pointed the gun at the guard's head. "Are you going to shoot me?" The guard asked. "I shot the other one, but if you give me some rations and bandages, I might let you go. "If you're going to do it, then do it." The guard obviously knew his comrade was not shot, he wasn't bleeding and there had been no gunshot. "Uh oh" Otacon thought. The guard lunged for his gun, while Otacon swung at him with the gun. The guard pulled out his rifle and shot at Otacon, barley missing his right leg. "I'm under attack! Send backup!" The guard shouted into his radio.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! The sounds of an alarm rang through the air. Otacon knew what that must mean, a clearing. The guard who he had alerted had run out of the general area, so Otacon had a few seconds to think. He looked around for any possible hiding spots, but instead, found gold. A chaff grenade had fallen from the unconscious guard's pack. Otacon picked it up, pulled the pin, and lobbed it into the center of the field. He laid down in the grass ad waited. Within seconds, the alarms stopped and there was a clamor of shouting going on. "What's going on? Why aren't the alarms working?" came the voice of a guard from the hangar. "I don't know, there's some kind of interference with the radio activation system." Otacon sighed a sigh of pure relief, his trick had worked. They knew that he was there, but at least he was safe for the time being. Otacon got up from his spot and surveyed the scene. The guard's patrol routes had expanded, and there seemed to be more of them in the area. "Caution Mode" He chuckled to himself.
There was another hangar not 300 yards from the one he was just in. He thought that he would have better luck there, since they were unaware of his presence.
Meanwhile, back at Fox-Hound
"I'd say he's doing very well," Raiden said as he looked up from the monitor. The monitor held an overhead view of the entire compound, the one next to it showed a cypher-eye view of Otacon. "Snake, this had better be worth all the trouble we went to," Meiling said as she, too, eyed the monitor. "Who ever said we went to the trouble?" Replied Snake. "I know a buddy who owed me a favor or two. I met with none other than former president George Sears; he was intrigued by Ocelot and Solidus' little game that they called the S3 Project. He agreed to set up and fund the entire experiment, if we would offer a subject that seemed incredibly unlikely to pass it. I did just that."
"I feel bad for him," Raiden said. "Don't worry, if he gets in a bind, we have rigged his nano-machines to camouflage him. Kind of like a momentary stealth suit. Mr. Sears didn't know about that. I've rigged the program so that Otacon can screw up once, and after that, he's on his own." Snake explained. "Besides," Meiling perked up suddenly, "If he succeeds, we will have three of the best men in the world working at ridding the world of Metal Gear."
Back at the "test site" Otacon was nearly at the other hangar. There on the ground, was more gold. A single SOCOM clip. Otacon grabbed it and eagerly shoved it into the gun. Now he could fend for himself if he needed to.