Metal Gear Solid:
Shadow Agenda
By Joseph Kolber
Chapter 1: The Shadows of the World
Easter Island:
Six Months after the events at the Big Shell.
A lone helicopter flies over the ocean. The sky is filled with the blackness of night.
Only the stars and the moon are visible. Soon, numerous lights appear. The chopper has reached Easter Island.
The Helicopter lands on a bare part of the island and a man wearing a business suit steps out.
To greet him, a western like dressed man steps out of a doorway leading to the inner part of the island.
"Hi", says the suit laden man. "You must be Shalashaska. I am Mr. White, or thats what you can call me anyway."
"Hmm...", answers Shalashaska. "Mr. White...I'm not perticularily impressed. I would've expected someone... tougher."
"I can assure you, I am battle ready...Mr. Ocelot, or should I call you Revolver Ocelot."
"No, Revolver is fine. Your record has assured me that I can expect many good things out of you and your men.
I hope I am not disappointed."
"Hmpf...Disappointment is not one of our specialities. We will do what you have paid us to do.
Only, I do have one question. What exactly are we gaurding?"
"That is none of your business! You have your orders, any other information is strictly top secret by order
of the President. Now, let us get out of this storm. There is much to be discussed."
The two men, and a group of shadowy followers enter the doorway to the island. The door closes and the chopper takes off into the night...
...Meanwhile....
North Ireland: Trevor Maine Compound, 12:46 A.M.
A shadowy figure appears outside of a gate that leads to a military complex terrorists in North Ireland have
rennovated and turned into a storage facility for black market Metal Gears. He begins to talk into a codex.
"Otacon, Snake here. So you gonna tell me whats up? I'm freezing my ass off out here.
Even my cigs aren't keeping me warm. I know you told me this place is storing illegal MG's, but North Ireland?
Who cares?", Snake says to Otacon.
"Snake, does everything need an explination? I figured you'd have more fun discovering the info yourself.
It'll be like Shadow Moses, only less frustrating." Otacon answers.
"Come on Otacon, you know I hate goose chases. Just give me the scoop so I can get this over with."
"Alright, fine. About three months ago production of MG's began to pick up greatly. I taced the production
of the MG's to countries ranging from Germany to Iraq, and even to Canada. Everyone is building the battle machines
of the future. However, the MG's are highly illegal, as you know, and if production is discovered, the
government exterminates them and they're makers immediately with their MG's. So, I guess, the producers of MG's the
world over got smart. For a heftty price, North Ireland decided to putup it's old military facility, with a few adjustments
for space of course, to house and store MG's, and that is where you come in..."
"Great, another all-or-nothing mission. Great, when it rains, it really pours."
"Hey, you asked. I simply figured you'd destroy the place when you were done with it anyway. That sort of thing
seems to happen anyway with you."
"Haha, very funny. I wasn't planning on being here long anyway, but it looks like I'm here for the long haul."
"Don't worry Snake. You aren't alone. It looks like you have company."
"Really!? Who?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but it looks like they're creating a distraction for you. She doesn't seem to like this place
either."
"Hmmm...maybe she'll come in handy. Well, lets get this over with."
"Oh, come on, it isn't that bad snake. Could be worse. You could have me tagging along with you."
"Heh, I would love to see you freezing YOUR ass off out here."
"Hahaha, I bet you would. Maybe next time."
"Heh heh, yeah, maybe. Well, I'll contact you when I'm in."
"Yeah, and Snake, be careful."
"..."
Shadow Agenda
By Joseph Kolber
Chapter 1: The Shadows of the World
Easter Island:
Six Months after the events at the Big Shell.
A lone helicopter flies over the ocean. The sky is filled with the blackness of night.
Only the stars and the moon are visible. Soon, numerous lights appear. The chopper has reached Easter Island.
The Helicopter lands on a bare part of the island and a man wearing a business suit steps out.
To greet him, a western like dressed man steps out of a doorway leading to the inner part of the island.
"Hi", says the suit laden man. "You must be Shalashaska. I am Mr. White, or thats what you can call me anyway."
"Hmm...", answers Shalashaska. "Mr. White...I'm not perticularily impressed. I would've expected someone... tougher."
"I can assure you, I am battle ready...Mr. Ocelot, or should I call you Revolver Ocelot."
"No, Revolver is fine. Your record has assured me that I can expect many good things out of you and your men.
I hope I am not disappointed."
"Hmpf...Disappointment is not one of our specialities. We will do what you have paid us to do.
Only, I do have one question. What exactly are we gaurding?"
"That is none of your business! You have your orders, any other information is strictly top secret by order
of the President. Now, let us get out of this storm. There is much to be discussed."
The two men, and a group of shadowy followers enter the doorway to the island. The door closes and the chopper takes off into the night...
...Meanwhile....
North Ireland: Trevor Maine Compound, 12:46 A.M.
A shadowy figure appears outside of a gate that leads to a military complex terrorists in North Ireland have
rennovated and turned into a storage facility for black market Metal Gears. He begins to talk into a codex.
"Otacon, Snake here. So you gonna tell me whats up? I'm freezing my ass off out here.
Even my cigs aren't keeping me warm. I know you told me this place is storing illegal MG's, but North Ireland?
Who cares?", Snake says to Otacon.
"Snake, does everything need an explination? I figured you'd have more fun discovering the info yourself.
It'll be like Shadow Moses, only less frustrating." Otacon answers.
"Come on Otacon, you know I hate goose chases. Just give me the scoop so I can get this over with."
"Alright, fine. About three months ago production of MG's began to pick up greatly. I taced the production
of the MG's to countries ranging from Germany to Iraq, and even to Canada. Everyone is building the battle machines
of the future. However, the MG's are highly illegal, as you know, and if production is discovered, the
government exterminates them and they're makers immediately with their MG's. So, I guess, the producers of MG's the
world over got smart. For a heftty price, North Ireland decided to putup it's old military facility, with a few adjustments
for space of course, to house and store MG's, and that is where you come in..."
"Great, another all-or-nothing mission. Great, when it rains, it really pours."
"Hey, you asked. I simply figured you'd destroy the place when you were done with it anyway. That sort of thing
seems to happen anyway with you."
"Haha, very funny. I wasn't planning on being here long anyway, but it looks like I'm here for the long haul."
"Don't worry Snake. You aren't alone. It looks like you have company."
"Really!? Who?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but it looks like they're creating a distraction for you. She doesn't seem to like this place
either."
"Hmmm...maybe she'll come in handy. Well, lets get this over with."
"Oh, come on, it isn't that bad snake. Could be worse. You could have me tagging along with you."
"Heh, I would love to see you freezing YOUR ass off out here."
"Hahaha, I bet you would. Maybe next time."
"Heh heh, yeah, maybe. Well, I'll contact you when I'm in."
"Yeah, and Snake, be careful."
"..."