Chapter Five: Level Two
"Very generous of you, giving me the darkness and you the advantage," Snake said. "Complaining, Snake? That's one thing I'd heard the legendary Solid Snake never does, complain. Do you really want to shatter my image of you."
"Let's get this over with, bloodsucker," Snake said.
"Very well. Get ready!"
Snake sensed movement in front of him, and then he was slammed back into the door with incredible force. He felt one of Vamp's knives slashing into his left arm, and he grunted. Pulling his legs back, he booted Vamp in the stomach, knocking the former Dead Cell member back. Pulling out his SOCOM, he fired into the darkness, and was rewarded with a grunt, and the pressure on his chest disappearing. He sensed movement again, and ducked. This time the sound of a knife spanging! off the metal door behind him was his reward.
"C'mon, Vamp, I heard you were better than that," Snake said. "You'll see," Vamp said, his breathing labored. Lung shot? Snake thought. But he shouldn't be affected. He took two shots to the head and one to the gut out in the Big Shell, and he came back. "Why are you here, Vamp?" he yelled. "Ocelot and Liquid betrayed Dead Cell."
"After the Big Shell, I was freelance for a year or so. You may have noticed the name of an 'unknown operative' in the Middle East who killed the head of Iraq's nuclear program. After that, Liquid contacted me." Vamp smiled, although Snake couldn't see it. "The Israelis were most appreciative."
"I would expect so," Snake said, lunging out with a foot and blocking Vamps incoming hand. The knife in that hand was knocked out and fell to the floor. "Age hasn't slowed you down one bit, Snake," Vamp said. Snake grinned. "I can remember someone else saying that, on Shadow Moses."
"I do believe you may have broken my wrist, Solid Snake," Vamp said. "No matter. Dodge this!"
Through the pale green glow of the NVGs, Snake could see at least ten knives hurtling through the air toward him. He tried to leap out of the way, but he let out a gasp as two of the knives slashed into him. One hit him in the left arm, and the other in the left thigh. He hit the ground and rolled, coming up firing from his SOCOM. He checked the wounds; both were bleeding, but not much. He quickly bandaged them up and fired again, and heard Vamp say, "damn you, Snake." He said it very slowly, and his breathing was even more labored.
"Starting to get a little mad, Vamp?" Snake said. "Unable to hit me?"
"I wouldn't say that." Snake didn't even hear the knife coming this time. Only because he had bent over slightly to pull a new clip out for his SOCOM was he still breathing moments later. The knife sliced off some skin on the back of his neck, leaving a long bloody streak.
Snake shut his mind off from the pain, and noticed that Vamp was crouched, staring at him. Only a few feet away.
I'm dead, Snake thought. Damn. Barely half an hour into the mission and he was dead. This isn't happening.
But that didn't happen. Instead, Vamp reeled back, clutching his chest. "You—bastard!" he yelled. "Can't you even die right?"
What the hell? Snake thought. This was getting too much like Shadow Moses. He turned—and looked into the face of Frank Jaeger.
Or rather, the face of a Ninja.
"What the—?" he said, and then the Ninja was gone. He turned to look back to Vamp, but the bloodsucking terrorist was gone as well. All that remained was a large bloodstain, and a blood-covered knife, lying on the ground. Snake knelt down and took a ration, feeling better as the MRE quickly went through his system. "Otacon?" he said.
[Yeah?]
"What have you got on la-li-lu-le-lo?"
[Not much. And what about that Ninja, Snake? I'm getting a feed from your night vision goggles?]
"I don't know. This is getting too much like Shadow Moses."
[Orchestrated?]
"Yes. I'm thinking of getting the hell outta here. But what would happen if I did, and Liquid really does detonate the nuke? I have to take care of Raiden, too."
[You know that isn't Jack's fault. Most likely, we did an inferior job protecting him, and the Patriots got to him.]
"Just like we couldn't save Olga's baby," Snake said bitterly.
[Hey… that wasn't our fault. We confirmed that the other operative, whoever he was, got the baby out of the country and back to Russia.]
"That's not the point. I should have been the one to do it."
[You can't do everything, Snake. Now head to Level Two, and get to the Devil's Attic. Ocelot presented the government with a deadline while you were fighting Vamp. They have twelve hours, or the city of New York will cease to exist.]
"That's nice."
[That's what I thought. Get moving, Snake!]
Snake nodded. "Catch you once I'm in the elevator, Otacon," he said. Moving quickly across the storage room, Snake found an open crate with a ration, and several clips of M9, SOCOM, and FAMAS ammo. Pocketing them, Snake opened a door with the words "Level Two: (" Snake found himself looking down another flight of stairs. He soon disappeared into the gloom.
Watching from his post above the room, Vamp and the sniper watched Snake go. "Who was that Ninja!?" Vamp hissed, clutching his broken wrist. "I don't know," the sniper said. "Whoever it is, I'm beginning to think this is all being manipulated as well."
"I don't care if is," Vamp said. "Get in touch with your contact on the outside. Find out who that Ninja is. And if we are being manipulated, then I'll touch off the nuke myself."
"What if that's what they want you to do?"
Vamp smiled. "Then who am I to disappoint them?" He let a grunt, and then he was gone, leaping across the room.
The sniper sighed and pulled out a cell phone. Quickly dialing a number, the sniper said, "James, find out who that Ninja is."
"I'm on it, boss," James said, and hung up.
The sniper stood. Soon Solid Snake and I will meet. And then we will see who is the best.
Sorry for Chapter Five here being a little short, its more a less a Boss Fight, Snake vs. Vamp. In Chapter Six the action heats up as bombs planted across New York start blowing up, and war in the Pacific seems very real. Can Solid Snake stop Liquid and the Patriots at the same time?
"Very generous of you, giving me the darkness and you the advantage," Snake said. "Complaining, Snake? That's one thing I'd heard the legendary Solid Snake never does, complain. Do you really want to shatter my image of you."
"Let's get this over with, bloodsucker," Snake said.
"Very well. Get ready!"
Snake sensed movement in front of him, and then he was slammed back into the door with incredible force. He felt one of Vamp's knives slashing into his left arm, and he grunted. Pulling his legs back, he booted Vamp in the stomach, knocking the former Dead Cell member back. Pulling out his SOCOM, he fired into the darkness, and was rewarded with a grunt, and the pressure on his chest disappearing. He sensed movement again, and ducked. This time the sound of a knife spanging! off the metal door behind him was his reward.
"C'mon, Vamp, I heard you were better than that," Snake said. "You'll see," Vamp said, his breathing labored. Lung shot? Snake thought. But he shouldn't be affected. He took two shots to the head and one to the gut out in the Big Shell, and he came back. "Why are you here, Vamp?" he yelled. "Ocelot and Liquid betrayed Dead Cell."
"After the Big Shell, I was freelance for a year or so. You may have noticed the name of an 'unknown operative' in the Middle East who killed the head of Iraq's nuclear program. After that, Liquid contacted me." Vamp smiled, although Snake couldn't see it. "The Israelis were most appreciative."
"I would expect so," Snake said, lunging out with a foot and blocking Vamps incoming hand. The knife in that hand was knocked out and fell to the floor. "Age hasn't slowed you down one bit, Snake," Vamp said. Snake grinned. "I can remember someone else saying that, on Shadow Moses."
"I do believe you may have broken my wrist, Solid Snake," Vamp said. "No matter. Dodge this!"
Through the pale green glow of the NVGs, Snake could see at least ten knives hurtling through the air toward him. He tried to leap out of the way, but he let out a gasp as two of the knives slashed into him. One hit him in the left arm, and the other in the left thigh. He hit the ground and rolled, coming up firing from his SOCOM. He checked the wounds; both were bleeding, but not much. He quickly bandaged them up and fired again, and heard Vamp say, "damn you, Snake." He said it very slowly, and his breathing was even more labored.
"Starting to get a little mad, Vamp?" Snake said. "Unable to hit me?"
"I wouldn't say that." Snake didn't even hear the knife coming this time. Only because he had bent over slightly to pull a new clip out for his SOCOM was he still breathing moments later. The knife sliced off some skin on the back of his neck, leaving a long bloody streak.
Snake shut his mind off from the pain, and noticed that Vamp was crouched, staring at him. Only a few feet away.
I'm dead, Snake thought. Damn. Barely half an hour into the mission and he was dead. This isn't happening.
But that didn't happen. Instead, Vamp reeled back, clutching his chest. "You—bastard!" he yelled. "Can't you even die right?"
What the hell? Snake thought. This was getting too much like Shadow Moses. He turned—and looked into the face of Frank Jaeger.
Or rather, the face of a Ninja.
"What the—?" he said, and then the Ninja was gone. He turned to look back to Vamp, but the bloodsucking terrorist was gone as well. All that remained was a large bloodstain, and a blood-covered knife, lying on the ground. Snake knelt down and took a ration, feeling better as the MRE quickly went through his system. "Otacon?" he said.
[Yeah?]
"What have you got on la-li-lu-le-lo?"
[Not much. And what about that Ninja, Snake? I'm getting a feed from your night vision goggles?]
"I don't know. This is getting too much like Shadow Moses."
[Orchestrated?]
"Yes. I'm thinking of getting the hell outta here. But what would happen if I did, and Liquid really does detonate the nuke? I have to take care of Raiden, too."
[You know that isn't Jack's fault. Most likely, we did an inferior job protecting him, and the Patriots got to him.]
"Just like we couldn't save Olga's baby," Snake said bitterly.
[Hey… that wasn't our fault. We confirmed that the other operative, whoever he was, got the baby out of the country and back to Russia.]
"That's not the point. I should have been the one to do it."
[You can't do everything, Snake. Now head to Level Two, and get to the Devil's Attic. Ocelot presented the government with a deadline while you were fighting Vamp. They have twelve hours, or the city of New York will cease to exist.]
"That's nice."
[That's what I thought. Get moving, Snake!]
Snake nodded. "Catch you once I'm in the elevator, Otacon," he said. Moving quickly across the storage room, Snake found an open crate with a ration, and several clips of M9, SOCOM, and FAMAS ammo. Pocketing them, Snake opened a door with the words "Level Two: (" Snake found himself looking down another flight of stairs. He soon disappeared into the gloom.
Watching from his post above the room, Vamp and the sniper watched Snake go. "Who was that Ninja!?" Vamp hissed, clutching his broken wrist. "I don't know," the sniper said. "Whoever it is, I'm beginning to think this is all being manipulated as well."
"I don't care if is," Vamp said. "Get in touch with your contact on the outside. Find out who that Ninja is. And if we are being manipulated, then I'll touch off the nuke myself."
"What if that's what they want you to do?"
Vamp smiled. "Then who am I to disappoint them?" He let a grunt, and then he was gone, leaping across the room.
The sniper sighed and pulled out a cell phone. Quickly dialing a number, the sniper said, "James, find out who that Ninja is."
"I'm on it, boss," James said, and hung up.
The sniper stood. Soon Solid Snake and I will meet. And then we will see who is the best.
Sorry for Chapter Five here being a little short, its more a less a Boss Fight, Snake vs. Vamp. In Chapter Six the action heats up as bombs planted across New York start blowing up, and war in the Pacific seems very real. Can Solid Snake stop Liquid and the Patriots at the same time?