Metal Gear: Blurred Reality: The Patriots' Game
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Disclaimer: All characters and anything in relation to Metal Gear is owned by Konami and Hideo Kojima. And in no way do I own them... at all.
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"A war never truly ends; it's only postponed until the time is right.."
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Chapter I: Wars Beginning
New York: December 20, 2006. 1000 Hours.
Right on schedule.
He stood silently on one of the many large buildings facing the harbor that had coated New York over the years. A breeze flowed over him freely; blowing a few stray strands of short brown hair to one side as an impressively large shadow began to loom over New York, darkening the bay area with a black void.
Many years had gone by as Gray Fox had waited for this moment, and finally its here. He thought in almost an excited awe, a hand covering his eyes from the brilliant sunlight that was only put out shortly by the large teetering structure known as Arsenal Gear.
Arsenal Gear, he thought, should have been smaller due to its programming.. but its size never mattered any way, his free hand began to grasp tightly at his High Frequency blade as the other found its own place on his hip, clad in the Cyber Ninja suit he had grown to love.
The appearance of Arsenal could mean only one thing. "The Patriots are losing their touch." Fox managed to say through a wide smile.
A very large group of New Yorkers began to fill the city streets and the harbor as the structure came to a hovering stop just above sea level. Just the sight of the gray mass of steel plunged all of New York, busy or not, into a silent death as Fox like to put.
They all stared, quietly at first, then sound came into existence once again in the form of murmurs and worried cries from down below. A few.. actually the entire police force showed up at once trying to evacuate the island and clear the area.. A feat almost impossible it seemed...
Soon of course, every damned senator in America will be brought like flies to this place. He frowned momentarily, the large sound of helicopter motors returning him into a more controlled state of mind a few moments later. And then of course the president will arrive in some futile attempt to take the fear away from every one with some sort of speech prepared by the Patriots no doubt...
And that's where the war is set to begin... Fox furrowed his brow, remembering every event that took place in his life as they came to him, all at once it seemed.
Every time the war begins the same exact thing happens. All the past wars began to flood his mind, leaving a bad taste in his mouth that reminded him slightly of gun powder.. The Patriots always win, and of course they go on about their buisness stronger than before..
Fox grinned as the thought came to mind. This time the war will go differently, he would see to that.
A sound of a bottle breaking detoured his train of thought, brining his attention to the crowds below. "The riots are starting." He said, not noticing that he had spoken.
He began to quietly think to himself again. And when they start to lose.. something, always something seems to go right for them. and at the moment that happens they win...
But not this time it seemed.. This time they had lost their trump card, and even if it seems that some thing is going to go right, he would make absolute sure that it did not.
"Of course that will require some work on my part.." Fox trailed off, his almost black irises falling on Arsenal. His pervious grin faltered as he began to ponder the situation, the reporters and news 'copters arriving on scene. And when worst comes to worst he always had his own trump card..
His grinned returned quietly, the free hand grasped the helmet and slid it on in one fluid motion. As another breeze washed over him his eyes flicked toward a helicopter with an American flag... the Patriots' helicopter.. They are getting word of the situation.. No doubt they already have a plan up their sleeves.. He thought angrily, activating his stealth.
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The five of them sat quietly in the room for what seemed like hours, staring contently at the monitor and the scene developing at New York. The one closest to the monitor was clad completely in blue, he had sighed as Arsenal stopped moving.
"What do you suppose we do?" Blue spoke, his eyes still fixated on the monitor.
The second one, in his late 50's it seemed, had a nicely groomed mustache. He, unlike the others preferred not to watch their biggest mistake unfold before his very eyes. "I say let them go on with it, let 'The Loyalists' take Arsenal. If we don't respond--"
"If we don't respond they are sure to fire." Number three angrily set his cup of tea down, the splashing liquid getting on his new suit. "What do we do then? Have them find and destroy us??"
"Quiet!" The fifth spoke, standing at once. He slammed his fist on the desk he was currently sitting at. "I will not have our committee fall apart because of one mistake."
The others quieted at once, nodding in agreement as number five spoke again. "JFK has already prepared a plan before hand in case anything like this ever happened."
"You can't be serious, a Wiseman has prepared?" The man with the tea shook his head, dismissing the thought. "Impossible.. the AI program isn't that advanced."
"The sample has improved their intelligence significantly." Blue interrupted in a matter-of-fact manner.
Number five nodded, his attention drawn to the monitor. "JFK has already, in fact, initiated this plan when word of Arsenal's disappearance got out.."
"What!?" The three others blurted out in unison, their worried shouts combining into an annoying garble of fear.
"Without any consent from us?" Blue asked, his eyes darting from the monitor to number five. A tense English accent present in his voice as always.
"When have the Wisemen failed us?" Number five snapped back with an over powering voice. Soon of course all three of them had silently agreed. He drew his hand and pointed quietly at the fourth man in the room. "That is why our guest is here today."
"Now," He closed his eyes, slumping into his chair in an emotional exhaustion. He could swear that the others acted like complete imbeciles sometimes.. "Why don't you explain their plan Mr. Campbell?"
After a moment or two of silence Colonel Campbell stood, nodding. "Gladly.." He spoke almost hoarsely, the excitement riddled his voice with happiness...
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End of Chapter 1.
A/N: Thanks for the feed back. I decided to start off the story with a really slow, calm beginning and then pick up with Philanthropy and just get right into the action and stuff. So I know its a short chapter but the others will be much longer trust me. Anyway I can't wait to get to Philanthropy and the "plan" so I'm going to head out and start writing Chapter 2 even as you read these words, so make sure you check back soon....