Chapter 5: Memory
December 25th, 2009. 0013 hours
The Lantern Public House, Manhatten, New York.
It was a grungy pub, dark and stinking, though Kilovic as he took
a sip of the rotten ale he had been given. Resisting the urge to spit
it out, he simply pushed the glass away. Gurlukovic, on the other
hand, took a big long gulp of his beer. "Well?, Frederik, what
do you want from me" asked Gurlukovic, eyeing the other man
suspiciously.
"I know that you have contacts in the Fox Islands" said
Kilovic, "And I know about Shadow Moses". Gurlukovic quickly
frowned. "How could you know? That is top secret!" He said.
"Lets just said Tomsky wasn't very good at keeping secrets when
he was having his limbs cut off by Kamo" said Kilovic, smiling
at the memory of Tomsky, one of Gurlukovic's most trusted men,
begging for mercy at the hands of Kelki Kamo, a brilliant man,
in Kilovic's oppinion. The ability to inflict so much pain without
killing was a rare talent.
"What do you want?" asked Gurlukovic. He was
getting quite anxious. "Well, I know that the big project over
there has a fairly big arsenal of Nuclear Weapons, and I may
just want one" said Kilovic. "Are you crazy? How could i
smuggle a Nuclear Weapon from under their noses, and bring
it to you? Even if I could, I wouldn't. You'd blow up the entire
world if you had the chance" Gurlukovic said, slightly louder
than before.
Kilovic shook his head, "Maybe you too, wouldn't
last long with Kamo. I shall have to see for myself. Come,
Gurlukovic" said Kilovic, drawing a gun, and pointing it
at Gurlukovic, concealed from the rest of the Bars occupants
view.
"No, Kilovic", said Gurlukovic, standing up suddenly,
"I will not!" he said, and knocked the pistol from Kilovic's hand.
Kilovic did not care. He was far stronger and more skilled
at fighting that the old fat Gurlukovic.
Gurlukovic pressed a button inside his jacket, and said,
"Carter, Hedro, come quick". Kilovic laughed. "Your
bodyguards can't help you now" he said.
"Yes, They can, they're just outside, and shall be in any
moment" said Gurlukovic.
With Lightning speed, Kilovic grabbed Gurlukovic's
neck, and dragged him towards the bar, picking the gun
up on his way. He pointed the gun at the LandLord.
"You, let me out back, now" he shouted. The Landlord
raised his hands and nodded. "If two dumb looking
brutes come in looking for us, tell them we left"
he said.
He dragged Gurlukovic behind the bar, and
through the door. Inside there was a shabby looking
living room. There was a door at the back. He
went through the door. "Let me go!" said Gurlukovic,
struggling to breathe.
He went through the hallway, and out into the
backyard. He went through the gate, and around the side
of the Bar, which was at the end of a terrace,
with a street on one side. He looked around the front,
and saw Gurlukovic's two bodyguards coming into
the Bar.
Kilovic put his hand on Gurlukovic's mouth,
and brought him to the his car. He opened the back
door, and took out a bit of rope, and tied Gurlukovic's
hands behind his back, and pushed him into the back,
locking the door.
Kilovic got into the front, and began driving.
"You won't get away with this, Carter and Hedro
will find me" he said, spitting at Kilovic.
"Them two stupid oafs? I've seen them before,
couldn't find there way out of a paper bag. But still,
they wouldn't need to, they are pretty big. A couple
of punches would do it" said Kilovic.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked.
"I already told you, I'm taking you to Kamo, see if he
can change your mind" said Kilovic.
"No! No!" Gurlukovic said, "I'll get you it!"
"Really? damn, I was looking forward to seeing you
with Kilovic, ah well" Kilovic said.
"Stop the car , I'll do it" said Gurlukovic.
"I don't doubt that. A coward like you wouldn't
sacrifce his own life for millions, If I would use
the missile. But I have to make sure. I'm going to
implant a microchip into your back. I've got someone
who'll do it" he said.
Gurlukovic stopped struggling, realising he could
not escape, even when let go.
***
The present day
Raiden awoke, confused and with a pain in his head.
He looked around at the barren cold grey cell. To the
front where rows of Metal Bars, and the rest of the cell
was a concrete wall. There were no windows to try and
attempt to escape from, and there was no sign of life
outside the cell.
He remembered talking to McAndrew, Mason
had gone off somewhere, why? Yes, there was an attack
on Washington. And then the sadness returned. Rose...
He shook his head, He had to escape before thinking
about stuff like that. She may not of been there, after
all.
He stood up, trying to keep his balance for
a second, and walked over to the bars, looking out
to see if there was any guards, but there was none.
He checked to see whether his attackers had
confiscatated all of his weapons, before trying to
contact the base on Codec. There was no reply.
He sighed, and sat down.
***
Subject: Solid Snake
Date: 2 days after the Big Shell Incident
Time: 2:00 pm
Place: Dublin, Ireland
Personal Log Entry
What Otacon said about the Patriots yesterday doesn't make sense,
There is some type of mistake, so we're putting the whole Patriots
thing on hold, and are going to track down Ocelot in that Metal
Gear First.
When I Jumped after it from Aresenal Gear, it got away
down the Hudson River, So I went to Federal Hall, but Raiden
had already got rid of Solidus. The Ray series is made of a very
distinctive alloy, Otacon thinks he may be able to trace it,
and Dublin, the capital of Ireland, is what we got. It ain't the biggest
place in the world, although it holds around a third of the population,
and we've scanned every inch of the place, and theres nothing.
Otacon suggested that we search the rest of the Countrie,
so we're getting a bus to the West Coast at Half Past.
Time: 5:00pm
We're staying in a small hotel tonight, and our search will begin
tomorrow, starting with the west, and then to the south. The west
is the least populated, and probably the most likely where someone
could hide a great big walking tank.
***
"The New SYS-i20 satellite accurately maps size, walls and depth
of a building, and tracks each heat signal most likely to be that
of a human. If we can use this to make a rough calculation of one
of the guards patrol routes nearest to the entrance, we may be
able to knock them out, get their clothes, and put an agent in there
to try and get the hostages out. We can also greatly decrease their
force, if the agent is skilled enough, by sending him into each other
guards isolated patrol routes, and disposing of the body. This
means they won't have to take on the entire force at the one time,
and would have a far better chance of saving the hostages" said
Henders, explaining his risky, but worthwhile plan. Thomas nodded,
and their Tactical advisor, Colin Allen, also agreed that it was a
decent, but flawed plan. "For one, many terrorists nowadays use
sticky cameras, which are planted on walls, over doors, and other
places. And two, very few agents of any organisation would
have half the skill needed for this" he said. Henders had an idea.
"Fox Hounds main man.. whats his name? Jack - Something,
codename Raiden. Supposed to be the only good fella in FH
at the moment" said Thomas. "Maybe.." said Henders, but
he was already reching for his communicator.
December 25th, 2009. 0013 hours
The Lantern Public House, Manhatten, New York.
It was a grungy pub, dark and stinking, though Kilovic as he took
a sip of the rotten ale he had been given. Resisting the urge to spit
it out, he simply pushed the glass away. Gurlukovic, on the other
hand, took a big long gulp of his beer. "Well?, Frederik, what
do you want from me" asked Gurlukovic, eyeing the other man
suspiciously.
"I know that you have contacts in the Fox Islands" said
Kilovic, "And I know about Shadow Moses". Gurlukovic quickly
frowned. "How could you know? That is top secret!" He said.
"Lets just said Tomsky wasn't very good at keeping secrets when
he was having his limbs cut off by Kamo" said Kilovic, smiling
at the memory of Tomsky, one of Gurlukovic's most trusted men,
begging for mercy at the hands of Kelki Kamo, a brilliant man,
in Kilovic's oppinion. The ability to inflict so much pain without
killing was a rare talent.
"What do you want?" asked Gurlukovic. He was
getting quite anxious. "Well, I know that the big project over
there has a fairly big arsenal of Nuclear Weapons, and I may
just want one" said Kilovic. "Are you crazy? How could i
smuggle a Nuclear Weapon from under their noses, and bring
it to you? Even if I could, I wouldn't. You'd blow up the entire
world if you had the chance" Gurlukovic said, slightly louder
than before.
Kilovic shook his head, "Maybe you too, wouldn't
last long with Kamo. I shall have to see for myself. Come,
Gurlukovic" said Kilovic, drawing a gun, and pointing it
at Gurlukovic, concealed from the rest of the Bars occupants
view.
"No, Kilovic", said Gurlukovic, standing up suddenly,
"I will not!" he said, and knocked the pistol from Kilovic's hand.
Kilovic did not care. He was far stronger and more skilled
at fighting that the old fat Gurlukovic.
Gurlukovic pressed a button inside his jacket, and said,
"Carter, Hedro, come quick". Kilovic laughed. "Your
bodyguards can't help you now" he said.
"Yes, They can, they're just outside, and shall be in any
moment" said Gurlukovic.
With Lightning speed, Kilovic grabbed Gurlukovic's
neck, and dragged him towards the bar, picking the gun
up on his way. He pointed the gun at the LandLord.
"You, let me out back, now" he shouted. The Landlord
raised his hands and nodded. "If two dumb looking
brutes come in looking for us, tell them we left"
he said.
He dragged Gurlukovic behind the bar, and
through the door. Inside there was a shabby looking
living room. There was a door at the back. He
went through the door. "Let me go!" said Gurlukovic,
struggling to breathe.
He went through the hallway, and out into the
backyard. He went through the gate, and around the side
of the Bar, which was at the end of a terrace,
with a street on one side. He looked around the front,
and saw Gurlukovic's two bodyguards coming into
the Bar.
Kilovic put his hand on Gurlukovic's mouth,
and brought him to the his car. He opened the back
door, and took out a bit of rope, and tied Gurlukovic's
hands behind his back, and pushed him into the back,
locking the door.
Kilovic got into the front, and began driving.
"You won't get away with this, Carter and Hedro
will find me" he said, spitting at Kilovic.
"Them two stupid oafs? I've seen them before,
couldn't find there way out of a paper bag. But still,
they wouldn't need to, they are pretty big. A couple
of punches would do it" said Kilovic.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked.
"I already told you, I'm taking you to Kamo, see if he
can change your mind" said Kilovic.
"No! No!" Gurlukovic said, "I'll get you it!"
"Really? damn, I was looking forward to seeing you
with Kilovic, ah well" Kilovic said.
"Stop the car , I'll do it" said Gurlukovic.
"I don't doubt that. A coward like you wouldn't
sacrifce his own life for millions, If I would use
the missile. But I have to make sure. I'm going to
implant a microchip into your back. I've got someone
who'll do it" he said.
Gurlukovic stopped struggling, realising he could
not escape, even when let go.
***
The present day
Raiden awoke, confused and with a pain in his head.
He looked around at the barren cold grey cell. To the
front where rows of Metal Bars, and the rest of the cell
was a concrete wall. There were no windows to try and
attempt to escape from, and there was no sign of life
outside the cell.
He remembered talking to McAndrew, Mason
had gone off somewhere, why? Yes, there was an attack
on Washington. And then the sadness returned. Rose...
He shook his head, He had to escape before thinking
about stuff like that. She may not of been there, after
all.
He stood up, trying to keep his balance for
a second, and walked over to the bars, looking out
to see if there was any guards, but there was none.
He checked to see whether his attackers had
confiscatated all of his weapons, before trying to
contact the base on Codec. There was no reply.
He sighed, and sat down.
***
Subject: Solid Snake
Date: 2 days after the Big Shell Incident
Time: 2:00 pm
Place: Dublin, Ireland
Personal Log Entry
What Otacon said about the Patriots yesterday doesn't make sense,
There is some type of mistake, so we're putting the whole Patriots
thing on hold, and are going to track down Ocelot in that Metal
Gear First.
When I Jumped after it from Aresenal Gear, it got away
down the Hudson River, So I went to Federal Hall, but Raiden
had already got rid of Solidus. The Ray series is made of a very
distinctive alloy, Otacon thinks he may be able to trace it,
and Dublin, the capital of Ireland, is what we got. It ain't the biggest
place in the world, although it holds around a third of the population,
and we've scanned every inch of the place, and theres nothing.
Otacon suggested that we search the rest of the Countrie,
so we're getting a bus to the West Coast at Half Past.
Time: 5:00pm
We're staying in a small hotel tonight, and our search will begin
tomorrow, starting with the west, and then to the south. The west
is the least populated, and probably the most likely where someone
could hide a great big walking tank.
***
"The New SYS-i20 satellite accurately maps size, walls and depth
of a building, and tracks each heat signal most likely to be that
of a human. If we can use this to make a rough calculation of one
of the guards patrol routes nearest to the entrance, we may be
able to knock them out, get their clothes, and put an agent in there
to try and get the hostages out. We can also greatly decrease their
force, if the agent is skilled enough, by sending him into each other
guards isolated patrol routes, and disposing of the body. This
means they won't have to take on the entire force at the one time,
and would have a far better chance of saving the hostages" said
Henders, explaining his risky, but worthwhile plan. Thomas nodded,
and their Tactical advisor, Colin Allen, also agreed that it was a
decent, but flawed plan. "For one, many terrorists nowadays use
sticky cameras, which are planted on walls, over doors, and other
places. And two, very few agents of any organisation would
have half the skill needed for this" he said. Henders had an idea.
"Fox Hounds main man.. whats his name? Jack - Something,
codename Raiden. Supposed to be the only good fella in FH
at the moment" said Thomas. "Maybe.." said Henders, but
he was already reching for his communicator.