Metal Gear Solid 3: Enter the Patriots
Chapter 15
"Siren, we must end this now with Snake...I'm taking her around"
"Right!" She responded immediately
Snake could barely see where the stealth fighter was. The guiding lights were his only eyes.
"Seems you left this behind!" A voice from the shadows cried.
Snake immediately turned around to see who could have crept up on him, but before he could he even turned fully around the figure was gone. The only thing left behind...was the Stinger Case he had left behind.
He began to detach it from its case. Funny...he thought, these things never came fully assembled or loaded
Target was closing back in towards the top of Arsenal with the F-117A. The sound from the jet was below sub sonic, but Snake picked up the sound and looked back. As ironic as it seems Target was making him the target. Snake waited and anticipated the burst from whatever the weapon was mounted on the F-117A. That is what scared him, the F-117A wasn't suppose to be mounted with weapons...
Target was now in firing range, Siren was on the "Special" weapon they had prepared for this custom F-117A. That's right, this wasn't any normal F-117A, he had made sure it was combat capable. When he thought about it, his job would have been much easier if he had a B2, this plan of stealing Arsenal wouldn't have been necessary. But then again those things were design so that they would self destruct if stolen. It didn't matter now, Snake was in his way, and once he was done with him, his plan would be secured.
"Siren are you locked on!" He yelled as they got closer.
"Roger, Disruptor ray online 99% lock on to target."
"That's close enough.....FIRE!"
"Poooooooooooowzzhh"
The blast fired off leaving Snake little time to dodge the blast but somehow he managed to clear the blast in time. The huge jolt of energy barely grazed the thick composite metal armour of Arsenal.
Snake begin to collect himself as Target looked on in disgust at the near hit they almost had.
"How'd he dodge that, you said 99% didn't you! What the devil would have thought that bastard would luck out!"
In a rage he brought the ship around for another go.
Meanwhile on the ground Snake had already put the Stinger over his shoulder and was trying to get a bead on the F-117A. He could only see shadows...
Down in the computer room, a timer appeared on the screen, and a computer voice with in accordance to it.
"T minus 59 seconds to ICBM launch, all personnel evacuate launch facilities!"
Target turned on the intercom, which would be a mistake in the long run...
"Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake Die!"
Snake caught on to the voice signal and immediately jumped out of the way of the next incoming blast.
"Again!!!" He said in a rage.
Siren could see he was very irritated, and didn't dare say anything to him as they went around again.
On the ground, Snake knew he had to get a bead soon, or his luck would run out. Once again he aimed the Stinger in the general direction of the F-117A, he had a bead now, but no plotted path of trajectory. In other words, if he fired now, he'd most defiantly miss.
The computer was now at a half of minute, but this was unknown to Snake.
He was only concentrated on getting a shot...
"There!" He yelled
Fox2, he fired off one of the Stingers directly at the diamond night hawk, it nimbly invaded it with a swoop of its wing. However, this was enough to mess up its course and force it to make another go round.
Snake lowered the Stinger launcher and begin to load another missile.
This one would end it...he wouldn't miss.
Again, he put the weapon on his shoulder this time he could see the F-117A a little better. This was it, he would wait to the last possible moment to fire.
Only 10 seconds were left...
"Siren don't miss this time! We will send him to hell where he belongs!"
Siren just remained silent and stayed focus on Snake's position. If she missed, they were dead anyway.
"Come on...come on get a bead…get a bead dammit!" Snake cried.
A kill shot would be easy, but he was aiming on taking her down.
5 seconds were remaining...
Siren jammed the firing button down at the final moment. The blast never discharged from the cannon. It was over heated, the chance you take with a prototype.
Snake took this opportunity, firing the stinger in a pre emptive attack. The missile reached the burnt out bird's wing, exploding it into dozens of pieces. Snake dove out of the way as it twirled 540 degrees, crash landing into the starboard of Arsenal.
The launch computer was stopped on 1 by an unknown party...
Target lay in the downed aircraft. The F-117A he had didn't run on fuel, so there was no fear of it exploding. Siren was in the back unconscious.
"The damn weapon failed!"
Target broke out of the wreckage in no time. He took the large rifle from his back. Aimed at Snake whom he was approaching. Snake was a bit dazed from all that had happen. He was just getting up when he noticed Target coming near him with the weapon.
Of course his first reaction was to reach for his weapon, but that would be a rookie mistake, since Target had the upper hand and would get the first shot off first.
"Hahahahahahahaha" Target begin to laugh hysterically.
He was now only 15 yards away from Snake.
"Snake I win!"
Snake looked on in confusion.
"You fool! I lured you here so the launch could go as planned, you actually thought this meant something!?"
"...." Snake remained silent.
"All those heroics for nothing."
Target paused for a moment.
"The feeling I feel now is incomprehensible! My plan achieved!"
Snake realised what he was talking about....
"Snake, I have made my mark in history!"
"Target you have no name, you won't be remembered......"
"Fine with me, where ever this goes, I don't care. My revenge is settled! And now...."
Target raised his gun.
"You die Snake!"