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- Metal Gear Solid: Capital Punishment
- Chapter Six: Infiltration
- By: NeoNecron
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A shadowy figure stood upon an open door way, a cold breeze escaping from the opening. He placed what seemed to be C4 along the side of the doorway, then switching it on. Grabbing the SOCOM from his holster, he entered, moving his gun side to side, surveying the area. He turned around quickly, closing the door tightly. He stepped forward slowly, his eye on close watch for any security. After searching around, he held the SOCOM down by his side, as he began to quicken in pace.
He stood in the room, placing the SOCOM back into his holster as he glanced at the room. It was dimly lit in the center of the room, security scarce. The room was vastly large, shaped in a square, yet all that lied in the room was three tanks and one chopper, in no particular arrangement. A garage-like door lied on the wall across the room, an opening in the roof. It seemed almost to empty…
The man exhaled a gust of smoke from his mouth, a lit cigarette hanging in the corner of it. He took what was left of the cigarette and threw it beside the door he had entered. One of the few lamps on the ceiling of the building flickered began on and off as the man began making his way across the room… He stopped dead in his tracks, as his ear began to twitch, his eyes focused upon the garage-like door… Quickly, he moved behind a tank as the garage-like door opened up, while moving, his face was revealed by the light that had came from the opening of the door. It was none-other than Solid Snake himself.
"Keep an eye out Bruce, boss said he's here."
"Why did we get sent to do this? While everyone else is at home for Christmas we are stuck here waiting for some guy we might or might not find…"
"Quit your complaining… Like you have anything better to do…"
"Maybe so, but if I were to do it, I rather volunteer, than be forced to. It makes me look bad being forced to do something… You know?"
"Yeah, I get ya…"
Raising up their M16's, the two guards, dressed in army color, began scouting the area, the door shutting off behind them. Snake, retrieving his SOCOM, quickly began searching under the tank he had hid behind. Shaking his head he made his way toward another tank, slowly and out of the eyes of the guards. As he came to the 2nd tank, he bent down, and once again searched under the tank. He saw something different underneath… He placed his SOCOM back into the holster. Crawling under the tank to get a closer view, he noticed a faint, yet noticeable color difference, and began feeling the concrete that stood out. It was cold, Snake feeling unevenness compared to the surrounding concrete.
Taking a hunter's knife out from the side of his right boot, he created an outline of the entire piece of concrete that had felt… off… So he began chipping away at the outline. Being trained to hear the slightest sound, the guards had both started to pick up a sound of metal scratching against something, but they hadn't known what it was.
"Bruce? Is that you over there making that racket?"
"No. I thought it was you!"
Regrouping at the garage-like door, they knew their target was in the room, but the question was where. After hearing the conversation, Snake began chipping away at the concrete with a more hastily pace, yet tried to maintain quietness. The guards began closing in on him, heading for the nearest tank. They circled it, signaling each other to be silent… One of the men bent down, and closely listened to in the area of the tank, then stood back up, shaking his head. He signaled the man to go to the second tank as the man made one last check.
They were closing on Snake, only halfway done with the chipping. Snake however kept chipping away, unaware of how close the guards were. Either that or he hadn't cared. Footsteps were closing in on Snake, as there was one more side left to chip away. The first guard had done his inspection and headed over toward where the second guard was, standing beside the second tank. Signaling once again to each other, they stayed quiet. One bent down, hearing a faint chipping sound, but couldn't see underneath from the side. Snake had begun chipping more slowly, more faintly.
The guard that had bent down commanded the man to move to the front and take a peak under the tank. Snake, underneath, just chipped away, caring not of the guards. His main objective was to chip away what he had left. One of the guards has begun making his way to the front, Snake looking up at the opening.
He saw the feet of the guard, silently placing his blade down and reaching for what seemed to be a detonator attached to his belt. Snake paused momentarily, placing his thumb on a red button, beside it a small red light glowing… the moment to press it would soon come… The guard searched around the area that he was in, and then bent down. With a grin on Snake's face, the thumb added pressure to the button…
Immediately, half of the south wall came crashing down, the guards being blown away due to the explosion. The C4 had detonated, leaving an enormous gap in the walls. Rubble had been thrown everywhere, some debris still falling moments after. A huge rush of cold air had begun blowing through the opening. One of the guards had been knocked unconscious, while the other stood up, shaking.
"What the hell…?"
When it had all settled down, Snake had been done with the carving of the concrete. Digging his blade into the line where he had chipped, he pulled back on it. The block of concrete, not even an inch thick, lifted up with ease as Snake pushed it aside. Meanwhile, the one guard still conscious made his way to the explosion, completely forgetting about the sound of the chipping.
After removing the block of concrete, Snake noticed a ventilation shaft underneath, but the cover was still on. Immediately, he had begun unscrewing the screws that shut the ventilation shaft with his knife. With all four screws detached, he removed the cover and slid in the ventilation shaft, placing the blade back into the pocket. The first thing he had noticed when entering was that it was damp and freezing… After taking a few minutes to adjust, he turned around, now on his back. He returned the cover back to where it belonged, turning around once again. Not far from him was a light that had stood out in the dark of the vents.
Snake made his way toward the light knowing he was not far from his destination. As Snake arrived at the source, he looked down through the vent covers. The room below was empty except for mop buckets, brooms, and dustpans. Things you would normally find in a janitor's closet. Snake pressed down on the cover, catching it as it fell. He made his way down the opening, attaching back on the cover afterwards.
He unzipped his sneaking suit down, underneath an army suit, with the FOX-Hound logo attached to the right arm, much like the guards he had met previously. He threw his suit against the wall, placing his SOCOM in a holster on his side. He removed his bandana and stepped out, locking the door behind him… The infiltration was complete…