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Chapter Six: FOXHOUND
The SH-60 Seahawk swiftly made its way from Pease AFB in New Hampshire to JFK International Airport in New York, roaring over sleepy mountains and shallow valleys, making residents look up into the sky and wonder just what was going on now, with the drama playing out in New York.
JFK had seen its share of terrorism as well, in recent years: one runway was still closed, a huge crater blasted into it when a missile from one of the Metal Gear RAYS being used at the "Big Shell" had gone berserk, thanks to Emma's virus, and began randomly shooting missiles into the sky. The government had covered that up as well, saying a Neo-Nazi terrorist had dropped from a helicopter in restricted airspace and fired the missile while in mid-air. A horribly burned body, portable missile launcher, and ruins of a helicopter the Air Force had said it had shot down were shown to the media, and no one thought any different… although a few thought it odd the terrorist had fired his missile at an empty runway.
As the helicopter descended and landed with a slight bump onto the tarmac, Army personnel began rushing up to it, pulling open the side doors and hustling Destiny, Tank, and Vulture out. One man stuck his hand, and Destiny shook it. "I'm Brigadier General Richard Ames," the man said. "Ames?" Destiny said. "Didn't you die on the Big Shell?"
"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Ames said, and Destiny realized the man before him looked nothing like the Richard Ames he'd seen in countless case files. A liaison for the Patriots. I'll have to remember that, Destiny thought. As he stepped off the tarmac and onto the cold concrete, he said, "who's our contact here?"
"I am." A man of average height, black hair (rather spiky for a government operative, Destiny thought. This isn't some Japanese anime,) and cold, piercing blue eyes shook Destiny's hand. "My name is Sphere. I'll provide you with weapons, and support by Codec once your on-target."
"I see." Destiny said. He didn't see, but it would not help to let Sphere know that. Sphere looked to be about 19, if even that. Great, a kid as mission leader… "So we decide our COA?"
"Correct," Sphere said. "But, we will be handling the infiltration method. While you were in the air a general evacuation of New York County was issued. Over 20 million people will be trying to get of the city and the surrounding areas. We'll insert you by helicopter, specifically three AH-64 Apaches. They may not be the best in dropping people, but they have the armor and firepower you'll probably need as a distraction."
"I see." That was all Destiny could say. AH-64 Apache? Sure, it'd been the best combat helicopter in the world until around 2002. But this was 2009. Surely they could've spared a few AH-92 Apache-Cs, or something.
Two Army Rangers came up, lugging a large crate. Sphere opened it, revealing several M4 Assault Carbines, at least a dozen grenade belts, all full, and one PSG1-A Sniper Rifle. "Better laser sight than a PSG1," Sphere said. "Longer range, semiautomatic, just like the PSG1. Less effected by the natural trembling of the hands and body."
"Good." Destiny grabbed an M4, the PSG1-A and tossed it to Vulture, and several grenade belts. "Got any rations in your toy box there?" he asked.
Sphere nodded. "Dig through it, there's about 30 or so, 10 each for you. Also, Scopes, NVGs, and Infrared goggles." Looking at the prisoner fatigues the three FOXHOUNDs were wearing, he said, "that just won't do. Here." He dug into the box himself, and came up with three Sneaking Suits. "Almost identical to the one Snake used on Shadow Moses."
"That's all well and good," Vulture said. She was a tall woman, at least 6'3", and the most beautiful person Destiny had ever seen. She was a crack shot with a Sniper Rifle, and an accident in her childhood had caused her to lose all feeling in her hands, and thus thanks to the accident, her hands didn't tremble at all. She didn't need to take any kind of drugs like Pentazemin or Diazepam, and if she shot at 15 targets at a range of 1500 meters and hit 14, she considered it wasting ammunition.
"Let's get going," Destiny said. Tank and Vulture nodded. Sphere said, "oh, Tank, here you are." He presented the FOXHOUND with an RGB6 Grenade Launcher, seemingly out of midair. Throwing the M4 he'd been carrying down on the ground with disdain, Tank smiled. "This is my kinda weapon," he said.
A dull roar grew in the background, and rose until it was deafening as three AH-64 Apaches circled the runway and gently set down a hundred meters away. "There are your rides," Sphere said. "Get moving."
Clambering into one of the Apaches, Destiny could dimly make out the water of the harbor. Something was moving under there. Something big. What are my Mossad friends up to? He thought as the Apache rose into the air. What are they planning to do?
* * *
Several stories below an army compound in Jerusalem, Roy Peter watched by satellite linkup as one of the Metal Gear RAYS the Mossad had in New York Harbor moved into range of the Empire State Building. One of his aides came up to him. "Shall we fire, sir?" he asked.
"I'm thinking," Peter, or PeteRoy, as he liked to be called, said. "Are you sure there is no way the rulers of that country can find out we did it? I want no war with the United States."
"A… deal has been worked out with them, sir," the aide said. "Nothing will happen to the state of Israel."
Peter nodded. He'd had to make decisions like these over the years, decisions that ultimately protected Israel and the world, but decisions that usually killed people in the thousands by the time all was said and done. "Fire," he whispered.
* * *
Dan Rather hated the CBS News Philadelphia branch. Compared to the one in New York, it looked like some station in a backwoods town with a population of 15,000. There was one makeup room that everyone had to use, and the chair he was sitting on was far too large for him. "And… now," the cameraman said, pointing to Rather. He put on a smile for the millions who were watching and said, "and now here we have footage of United States helicopters, which CBS News has confirmed launched from Pease Air Force Base in New Hampshire and landed at JFK International airport minutes ago. The tape came on, showing helicopters weaving through the steel canyons of New York. "The motives of the government at the moment are unknown. And—" then the light on top of the camera blinked off.
"What's going on!?" Rather said. "Who cut us off!?"
"Don't know," the cameraman said. "Its like when that Ocelot guy made his demands."
Rather turned to the producer, who had flown down to Philadelphia with them. "Get us back on the air, now!" he yelled.
* * *
The Metal Gear RAY chosen to fire did not know what it was targeting, and did not care. It rose quickly and powerfully to the surface, opening the missile hatch on its back. It fired three missiles, the recoil pushing it back down underwater.
The missiles screamed through the air, blue flame jetting from their engines. They locked onto their target and swung toward it.
Half a second later, they hit, spilling light over the island of Manhattan.
* * *
The live feed of Manhattan came back on first. "We are having… technical difficulties here at CBS, sorry for the delay—" Rather said, before he stopped and turned to see the image of Manhattan as everyone around him gasped.
So did Rather. The feed showed three missiles arcing through the air, dodging buildings—before slamming into the side of the Empire State Building.
In the streets of Manhattan, thousands of people trying to evacuate got out of their cars and started to run as dust and smoke billowed out from the explosion, filling the sky.
The Empire State Building had not been built to take stresses over much more than possibly a small plane slamming into it. The effect of three missiles was immediate. The building began to fall, devastating almost a dozen square blocks of huge skyscrapers and small uptown apartments as it did so. Thousands on the ground were killed as huge chunks of steel and concrete fell onto the street, crushing them and their cars.
Dozens of huge explosions lit up the sides of the remaining skyscrapers, and a huge area of devastation appeared in the middle of Manhattan, with fires and smoke twisting into the sky. It looked like a portal to Hell itself.
Sirens began to wail all over New York. Dan Rather was stunned. "People of the United States of America," he said. "We have been shown just how vulnerable we are once again. The Empire State Building, one of the most historic buildings in the world, has come down. Not like the Twin Towers, collapsing on themselves, but instead taking out dozens of other, large skyscrapers as well. Casualties are sure to rise higher than our largest terrorist attack, the "Big Shell Incident" of three years ago."
Rather was surprised to find that tears were glistening on his cheeks. An aide ran to his side and handed him a piece of paper. "I am told that the President of the United States is about to make a statement at the White House. And now, the President of the United States."
Jonathan Matthews appeared on the screen, looking weary. "People of the United States," he said, "we have been hit another hammer blow. Once again, New York, shining center of our nation, has been bracketed and fired upon by the enemies of the United States.
"But if they are the hammer, then we are the anvil. And when a hammer hits an anvil enough, the hammer breaks. This is true, and will happen. We will rebuild New York, as it was before these heinous attacks, and we will also hunt down those responsible and make them feel the pain and sorrow we feel, before we send down our justice. There will be no mercy, no cry for the "rights" of the attackers. They will be ruthlessly hunted down like the animals they are and destroyed. I express sorrow and regret for the families of those killed. I have nothing else to say at this time." His image disappeared, to be replaced by Dan Rather once again. "And so, as you heard from the President, we have been hit with another "hammer blow." And so the cycle of violence continues. Will we truly hunt down those responsible, or bend under international pressure? I'm Dan Rather with CBS News. We will continue coverage of this tragedy…"
* * *
Snake heard a low roar above him. It soon turned deafening. [Snake, run!] Otacon yelled. [Someone's brought down the Empire State Building and a chunk of midtown Manhattan! Get to the Devil's Attic!]
Snake started running for the elevator. As he ran, he heard the surprised shouts of the Genome Soldiers he passed. Bullets ricocheted all around him. But then the ceiling started coming down, and the Genome Soldiers became more worried about their own lives than with Snake.
Reaching the elevator, Snake dodged a huge piece of cement falling down toward him and jumped into the elevator. He hit the lowest button and watched as the doors closed. Comon, he thought. Move it!
The elevator started moving downward… slowly. [Snake, are you alright?] Otacon asked. "Yes," Snake said. "How bad is it?" The floor of the elevator bucked, and Snake grabbed on to the handrails to keep upright.
[Bad. It looks like everything in a two or three block radius from the Empire State Building is down. Casualties estimates are upward of 50,000, and climbing by the moment.]
"Bastards," Snake said. "But who did it?"
[No one knows. The missiles that hit the building were fired from the bay.]
"Fired from the bay…" Snake's eyes suddenly acquired a hardened look. "The Patriots."
[It seems like it.]
The elevator descended into darkness, something closer to Hell above it than
below.
So there's Chapter Six! How will Destiny and his FOXHOUND comrades get into the Devil's Attic? Bet you didn't expect the Empire State Building coming down :p. And how is Liquid in a different body? How was he able to survive in an arm anyway? All will be revealed, but you have to read it to find out!
Chapter Six: FOXHOUND
The SH-60 Seahawk swiftly made its way from Pease AFB in New Hampshire to JFK International Airport in New York, roaring over sleepy mountains and shallow valleys, making residents look up into the sky and wonder just what was going on now, with the drama playing out in New York.
JFK had seen its share of terrorism as well, in recent years: one runway was still closed, a huge crater blasted into it when a missile from one of the Metal Gear RAYS being used at the "Big Shell" had gone berserk, thanks to Emma's virus, and began randomly shooting missiles into the sky. The government had covered that up as well, saying a Neo-Nazi terrorist had dropped from a helicopter in restricted airspace and fired the missile while in mid-air. A horribly burned body, portable missile launcher, and ruins of a helicopter the Air Force had said it had shot down were shown to the media, and no one thought any different… although a few thought it odd the terrorist had fired his missile at an empty runway.
As the helicopter descended and landed with a slight bump onto the tarmac, Army personnel began rushing up to it, pulling open the side doors and hustling Destiny, Tank, and Vulture out. One man stuck his hand, and Destiny shook it. "I'm Brigadier General Richard Ames," the man said. "Ames?" Destiny said. "Didn't you die on the Big Shell?"
"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated," Ames said, and Destiny realized the man before him looked nothing like the Richard Ames he'd seen in countless case files. A liaison for the Patriots. I'll have to remember that, Destiny thought. As he stepped off the tarmac and onto the cold concrete, he said, "who's our contact here?"
"I am." A man of average height, black hair (rather spiky for a government operative, Destiny thought. This isn't some Japanese anime,) and cold, piercing blue eyes shook Destiny's hand. "My name is Sphere. I'll provide you with weapons, and support by Codec once your on-target."
"I see." Destiny said. He didn't see, but it would not help to let Sphere know that. Sphere looked to be about 19, if even that. Great, a kid as mission leader… "So we decide our COA?"
"Correct," Sphere said. "But, we will be handling the infiltration method. While you were in the air a general evacuation of New York County was issued. Over 20 million people will be trying to get of the city and the surrounding areas. We'll insert you by helicopter, specifically three AH-64 Apaches. They may not be the best in dropping people, but they have the armor and firepower you'll probably need as a distraction."
"I see." That was all Destiny could say. AH-64 Apache? Sure, it'd been the best combat helicopter in the world until around 2002. But this was 2009. Surely they could've spared a few AH-92 Apache-Cs, or something.
Two Army Rangers came up, lugging a large crate. Sphere opened it, revealing several M4 Assault Carbines, at least a dozen grenade belts, all full, and one PSG1-A Sniper Rifle. "Better laser sight than a PSG1," Sphere said. "Longer range, semiautomatic, just like the PSG1. Less effected by the natural trembling of the hands and body."
"Good." Destiny grabbed an M4, the PSG1-A and tossed it to Vulture, and several grenade belts. "Got any rations in your toy box there?" he asked.
Sphere nodded. "Dig through it, there's about 30 or so, 10 each for you. Also, Scopes, NVGs, and Infrared goggles." Looking at the prisoner fatigues the three FOXHOUNDs were wearing, he said, "that just won't do. Here." He dug into the box himself, and came up with three Sneaking Suits. "Almost identical to the one Snake used on Shadow Moses."
"That's all well and good," Vulture said. She was a tall woman, at least 6'3", and the most beautiful person Destiny had ever seen. She was a crack shot with a Sniper Rifle, and an accident in her childhood had caused her to lose all feeling in her hands, and thus thanks to the accident, her hands didn't tremble at all. She didn't need to take any kind of drugs like Pentazemin or Diazepam, and if she shot at 15 targets at a range of 1500 meters and hit 14, she considered it wasting ammunition.
"Let's get going," Destiny said. Tank and Vulture nodded. Sphere said, "oh, Tank, here you are." He presented the FOXHOUND with an RGB6 Grenade Launcher, seemingly out of midair. Throwing the M4 he'd been carrying down on the ground with disdain, Tank smiled. "This is my kinda weapon," he said.
A dull roar grew in the background, and rose until it was deafening as three AH-64 Apaches circled the runway and gently set down a hundred meters away. "There are your rides," Sphere said. "Get moving."
Clambering into one of the Apaches, Destiny could dimly make out the water of the harbor. Something was moving under there. Something big. What are my Mossad friends up to? He thought as the Apache rose into the air. What are they planning to do?
* * *
Several stories below an army compound in Jerusalem, Roy Peter watched by satellite linkup as one of the Metal Gear RAYS the Mossad had in New York Harbor moved into range of the Empire State Building. One of his aides came up to him. "Shall we fire, sir?" he asked.
"I'm thinking," Peter, or PeteRoy, as he liked to be called, said. "Are you sure there is no way the rulers of that country can find out we did it? I want no war with the United States."
"A… deal has been worked out with them, sir," the aide said. "Nothing will happen to the state of Israel."
Peter nodded. He'd had to make decisions like these over the years, decisions that ultimately protected Israel and the world, but decisions that usually killed people in the thousands by the time all was said and done. "Fire," he whispered.
* * *
Dan Rather hated the CBS News Philadelphia branch. Compared to the one in New York, it looked like some station in a backwoods town with a population of 15,000. There was one makeup room that everyone had to use, and the chair he was sitting on was far too large for him. "And… now," the cameraman said, pointing to Rather. He put on a smile for the millions who were watching and said, "and now here we have footage of United States helicopters, which CBS News has confirmed launched from Pease Air Force Base in New Hampshire and landed at JFK International airport minutes ago. The tape came on, showing helicopters weaving through the steel canyons of New York. "The motives of the government at the moment are unknown. And—" then the light on top of the camera blinked off.
"What's going on!?" Rather said. "Who cut us off!?"
"Don't know," the cameraman said. "Its like when that Ocelot guy made his demands."
Rather turned to the producer, who had flown down to Philadelphia with them. "Get us back on the air, now!" he yelled.
* * *
The Metal Gear RAY chosen to fire did not know what it was targeting, and did not care. It rose quickly and powerfully to the surface, opening the missile hatch on its back. It fired three missiles, the recoil pushing it back down underwater.
The missiles screamed through the air, blue flame jetting from their engines. They locked onto their target and swung toward it.
Half a second later, they hit, spilling light over the island of Manhattan.
* * *
The live feed of Manhattan came back on first. "We are having… technical difficulties here at CBS, sorry for the delay—" Rather said, before he stopped and turned to see the image of Manhattan as everyone around him gasped.
So did Rather. The feed showed three missiles arcing through the air, dodging buildings—before slamming into the side of the Empire State Building.
In the streets of Manhattan, thousands of people trying to evacuate got out of their cars and started to run as dust and smoke billowed out from the explosion, filling the sky.
The Empire State Building had not been built to take stresses over much more than possibly a small plane slamming into it. The effect of three missiles was immediate. The building began to fall, devastating almost a dozen square blocks of huge skyscrapers and small uptown apartments as it did so. Thousands on the ground were killed as huge chunks of steel and concrete fell onto the street, crushing them and their cars.
Dozens of huge explosions lit up the sides of the remaining skyscrapers, and a huge area of devastation appeared in the middle of Manhattan, with fires and smoke twisting into the sky. It looked like a portal to Hell itself.
Sirens began to wail all over New York. Dan Rather was stunned. "People of the United States of America," he said. "We have been shown just how vulnerable we are once again. The Empire State Building, one of the most historic buildings in the world, has come down. Not like the Twin Towers, collapsing on themselves, but instead taking out dozens of other, large skyscrapers as well. Casualties are sure to rise higher than our largest terrorist attack, the "Big Shell Incident" of three years ago."
Rather was surprised to find that tears were glistening on his cheeks. An aide ran to his side and handed him a piece of paper. "I am told that the President of the United States is about to make a statement at the White House. And now, the President of the United States."
Jonathan Matthews appeared on the screen, looking weary. "People of the United States," he said, "we have been hit another hammer blow. Once again, New York, shining center of our nation, has been bracketed and fired upon by the enemies of the United States.
"But if they are the hammer, then we are the anvil. And when a hammer hits an anvil enough, the hammer breaks. This is true, and will happen. We will rebuild New York, as it was before these heinous attacks, and we will also hunt down those responsible and make them feel the pain and sorrow we feel, before we send down our justice. There will be no mercy, no cry for the "rights" of the attackers. They will be ruthlessly hunted down like the animals they are and destroyed. I express sorrow and regret for the families of those killed. I have nothing else to say at this time." His image disappeared, to be replaced by Dan Rather once again. "And so, as you heard from the President, we have been hit with another "hammer blow." And so the cycle of violence continues. Will we truly hunt down those responsible, or bend under international pressure? I'm Dan Rather with CBS News. We will continue coverage of this tragedy…"
* * *
Snake heard a low roar above him. It soon turned deafening. [Snake, run!] Otacon yelled. [Someone's brought down the Empire State Building and a chunk of midtown Manhattan! Get to the Devil's Attic!]
Snake started running for the elevator. As he ran, he heard the surprised shouts of the Genome Soldiers he passed. Bullets ricocheted all around him. But then the ceiling started coming down, and the Genome Soldiers became more worried about their own lives than with Snake.
Reaching the elevator, Snake dodged a huge piece of cement falling down toward him and jumped into the elevator. He hit the lowest button and watched as the doors closed. Comon, he thought. Move it!
The elevator started moving downward… slowly. [Snake, are you alright?] Otacon asked. "Yes," Snake said. "How bad is it?" The floor of the elevator bucked, and Snake grabbed on to the handrails to keep upright.
[Bad. It looks like everything in a two or three block radius from the Empire State Building is down. Casualties estimates are upward of 50,000, and climbing by the moment.]
"Bastards," Snake said. "But who did it?"
[No one knows. The missiles that hit the building were fired from the bay.]
"Fired from the bay…" Snake's eyes suddenly acquired a hardened look. "The Patriots."
[It seems like it.]
The elevator descended into darkness, something closer to Hell above it than
below.
So there's Chapter Six! How will Destiny and his FOXHOUND comrades get into the Devil's Attic? Bet you didn't expect the Empire State Building coming down :p. And how is Liquid in a different body? How was he able to survive in an arm anyway? All will be revealed, but you have to read it to find out!