By Virtual HiT MaN
hitman@evilemail.com
Prologue
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Where am I? The battered and bruised man rolled away from the toppled jeep and into the cool melting snow. Slowly his memory flooded back to him as he stood up and rubbed his head, wincing in pain. The jeep steadily caught fire as the man limped away from the wreckage. His worn joints popped and creaked as he crept away. The man coughed, the taste of blood in his mouth, and looked over the horizon to see a snowmobile plowing across the frozen tundra. He could make out two figures atop the vehicle as it zoomed through the snowy plain. He rubbed his sore shoulder, realizing there was a bloody gash in it: a bullet hole. Clenching his gushing wound, he limped inside the long corridor that had shot the two jeeps out like bullets in its chamber. There was a medical station waiting for him somewhere at the end of the winding hallway between the garage exit and the hangar. He could patch himself up enough to survive the snowmobile ride to the nearest hospital, he hoped.
Stumbling over the corpse of a genome soldier, he crawled into the medical supply station and reached for the painkiller syringes. This isn't over.
Fanciful visions of wistful dreams and pensive remembrance danced through his head as he laid his battered body to rest on a hard green cot. A perfect plan. A hazy inferno. A shattered goal
The fight
Left, right, kick. They danced like moths in a lampshade atop the shattered weapon, exchanging blow after blow. He grasped onto the side of the fiery arena, but the blood and sweat on his palms let him slip down to oblivion. White hot pain. Crashing into a support structure and sliding down to the ground, he plotted hasty revenge yet again.
The chase
Delirious with rage and maniacal delight, he stuck his arm out of his jeep and blasted a few rounds of his rifle blindly at his target, who sped right alongside him. The bullets sprinkled the wall around the target as he fired a wave of his own deadly bullets. Agony. The bullet slammed into his shoulder. He dropped the rifle. Blinding speed. The vehicles sped forward on a collision course, flying out of the underground tunnel and smashing into the hard dirt and snow.
The end
Fox Die Last words as he clutched his heart and fell off the face of the earth. Spinning through paroxysms of terror, rage, and pain, and coming to rest back in the cold snow, face down beside a burning jeep, his enemy speeding away from the scene, believing the game to be finished. It has only begun
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The year is 2006, one year after the incident on Shadow Moses Island. FOXHOUND has been officially disbanded by an executive order direct from the White House. Colonel Roy Campbell has received pension and has retired, honorably discharged from the Army for years of service to his country. Doctor Naomi Hunter has been sent to a federal prison for forging her identity on government documents and tampering with the FoxDie genetic virus. All other members of the FOXHOUND team have been transferred to other government offices or discharged.
After the discovery that the official body count of terrorists did not match up to the number reported on site, Congress frantically passed a bill calling for the formation of FAST (FOXHOUND Apprehension Team), an elite group of mercenary bounty hunters, to track down the missing rebel FOXHOUND members. This team has been granted full amnesty for their actions in the pursuit of their targets. FAST has been given the directive to find and bring to justice four targets: Revolver Ocelot, Liquid Snake, Solid Snake, and the non-FOXHOUND hacker Hal 'Otacon' Emmerich. FAST operatives are authorized to eliminate these targets if the situation dictates it necessary.
Solid Snake has gone into hiding from FAST and no Intel reports have fed information back relating to his whereabouts. After hacking into the Pentagon main database and stealing sensitive information, Hal Emmerich disappeared as well. No information has been released pertaining to the location of Revolver Ocelot. He is rumored to have fled to Russia with his accomplice Liquid Snake. Interpol has already begun their overseas investigations.
The incident on Shadow Moses Island has been deemed a nuclear waste contamination scene. Choppers headed to the island for an official body cleanup and damage assessment have been disguised as radiation cleanup crews. No information regarding the existence of the nuclear equipped mobile assault vehicle Metal Gear Rex has leaked. After the destruction of Rex and the disappearance of the company's president, Kenneth Baker, ArmsTech has filed for bankruptcy and all employees have been let go. All documents containing sensitive information regarding the Metal Gear Rex project have been destroyed or stored in government facilities. All information relating to Metal Gear, FOXHOUND, the Genome soldiers, and Shadow Moses Island has been put under wraps, another of the government's silent little mistakes.
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