Metal Gear Solid 3: The Guardian Angels (Version 2)

A Continuation of Metal Gear Solid 2: The Sons of Liberty

This fanfic takes place right after the game leaves off. After the Big Shell incident, the Patriots initiate their "Campaign Against Terror." But when Snake suspects there is more to the war than it seems and investigates, he is captured. Ten years after Snake's disappearance, the entire world in under the secret rule of the Patriots. Those who know their secret have gone into hiding. It is up to only a few brave souls to awaken the world and free it from the delusional fantasy world of the Patriots. But in doing so, they uncovered a secret that no man was to ever know . . .

This is the revised version of the first fanfic. I didn't do any planning for the last one and was basically just slapping ideas onto paper. I thought that the last one didn't explain certain events very well and didn't tell the whole story. I've added a few chapters, changed some events, and altered some of the dialogue. Please R &R and give me any suggestions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear Solid 2, Solid Snake, Otacon, or any of the other characters contained in this fan-fiction (except for those of my own creation). They belong to the brilliant mind of Hideo Kojima and the hard-working people at Konami.

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Chapter One



Every channel across the entire nation broadcasted the exact same images. The eyes of the world had turned to Manhattan and they did not like what they saw. The streets were a mess: buildings toppled, fire hydrants uncapped, police and firefighters everywhere. And the intimidating shadow of Arsenal Gear looming off in the background, sticking out of the rubble like a knife that had been driven into a human heart - the heart of New York. Snake flipped through the channels, barely aware of the colors and images flashing before him - half conscious and half in deep thought.

'So many innocent people . . .' Snake thought. 'And none of them are aware that their government, their leaders, and the decisions that affect their daily lives are all a big sham . . . Lies told by the Patriots . . . '

He sighed. It could have been worse. Those hostages could have been killed. The Patriots' plan to use Arsenal as a digital watchtower had been delayed at the very least. But Liquid had escaped with Metal Gear RAY and Arsenal was still functional. And Olga's child! Where was he being held? Now all he could do was wait for Otacon to finish analyzing that disk.

With the names of the Patriots he would - then what? What would he do after that? Snake knew he had come to a dead end. The Patriots were a necessity - for now. America had gone almost two centuries without true democracy and democracy is not something that you can reintroduce without problems. Problems Snake could not solve. Never before had Snake felt so powerless. The Patriots were an opponent who could out-think, out-maneuver, and out- gun him and Otacon at any given moment. The Patriots were in control of this game of chess and the American people were just pawns - going around attending to their daily needs - unaware of their King's ultimate plans.

He needed to think. He took out a cigarette - debating whether or not to light it. His inner desire won and he pulled out a lighter.

The telephone rang. Annoyed, Snake put the lighter down and answered the phone.

"Snake, you there?"

"Yes?"

"I've analyzed the contents of that disk."

"Did you find the names of the Patriots?"

"Yes, the disk contained the personal information of twelve people. One of them was one of our biggest contributors."

"What? Where are they?"

"We were right about them being in Manhattan, but."

"But what?"

"They're all dead."

"What?! When did they die?"

"About a hundred years ago."

"What the hell--" Snake was perplexed. "What does this all mean?"

"I don't know, Snake, but I don't like it."

"Me neither."







"Mr. Vice President."

"Sir, would you please clarify."

"--the accident at the Big Shell--"

"--about these rumors of terrorist activity-"

"Settle down everybody! Settle down!"

The crowd around the raised platform quieted down. The Vice President stood up and walked to the podium. He was a tall striking figure. African American, with wide set shoulders and a voice as deep as the ocean itself.

"Eh-hem-- You have all probably heard the rumors. About the explosion at the Big Shell offshore clean-up facility, the death of President Johnson, the new prototype of Metal Gear. Some of it is true other parts are not. I have the unfortunate duty of informing you that on April 29, the United States of America was attacked and held hostage by a band of Russian supplied terrorists. Yes. Attacked. Lead by none other than former President George Sears and the renegade anti-terrorist group, Dead-Cell, they took control of the Big Shell. President Johnson and many high-ranking officials were on a routine inspection of the facility at the time. The terrorist demanded 30 billion dollars or they would destroy the Big Shell and all those aboard. The result would be the worst environmental disaster the world would ever see."

He paused examining the faces of those in the crowd. They were silent; listening to his every world and so were the billions of viewers worldwide. He smiled inwardly. They were hooked. All he needed to do was reel them in. And then the Patriots would be happy . . .

"Due to the courageous efforts of many brave members of our Special Forces, the hostages were rescued and the environmental disaster was prevented. Unfortunately, the Big Shell was severely damaged in the process and collapsed before they and the president could escape.

This stunning example of American bravery, courage, and sacrifice cannot be left unnoticed. On behalf of those who gave their lives there, a memorial will be constructed over the location of the Big Shell, to honor them and their sacrifice. I as the new active president vow to not rest until terrorism itself has been wiped out worldwide. This will mark the beginning of a new era. One where all men will truly be equal, justice will endure , and evil will perish! For all you who terrorize and prey on the innocent, let this be your warning! The deaths of our fellow Americans will not be in vain. We will hunt down and destroy all terrorists around the world. This will be a whole new war - a different kind of war - a campaign against terror. And this giant new Metal Gear you see here, Arsenal Gear, will be the key to our success . . ."