METAL GEAR SOLID
ECLIPSE TEAM
By Pablosky and Blackraven.
Chapter one: Darkness.
New York, May 15th, 2009
The night fell quickly over New York City. The lights had left most office buildings, but not the city. The city never slept. The rain and clouds were a perfect camouflage for the stars above.. And a helicopter.
A KA-60 Kasatka chopper flew across the sky, with its doors open. It flew around a tall building, a skyscraper that looked like a pillar that was holding the dark clouds of the rainy night. The only office building with all of its lights on. The Wellar tower, like the city, never slept.
The helicopter passed above the tower. Suddenly, following a lightning, a rope went down. A single man landed, with military boots on. The sound of the boots hitting the puddles made a slight noise. The man didn't care. He just walked until the nearest wall. He had his lucky charm, his cigarette, on his mouth and on fire. His main lucky charm, his Bandana was on his head. The hero was back in action. Let's hope this is a typical mission. He thought to himself. Solid Snake was used to things going wrong.
Suddenly, he felt a slight, beeping noise in his ear.
"Snake, its Otacon. You copy?" He was more worried than usual. And the usual worried Otacon meant a lot.
"Yeah you still haven't briefed me, you know."
"Well. You have two mission objectives. First, you are to find evidence on Wellar's Metal Gear project. Secondly, destroy it."
"Usual stuff, huh? So, Is Raiden coming?"
"Yeah, and Philanthropy assigned us a. Specialist. "
"Specialist?-Snake knew something was odd."
"The name's Harker. Nathan Harker. Male, American, in his Mid 30's, former CIA. He was expelled from Langley because his tactics were too ¨Unpredictable¨ for the guys at the agency. He got into Philanthropy thanks to a recommendation of a friend."
"A friend?"
"Zachary Smith." Otacon was reading a paper. "High rank. Listen, Raiden and Harker are going in by ground. Don't wait for them"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Snake was uncomfortable in this kind of operation. "By the way, I'm getting kind of tired of this M9's, why can't we just use guns?"
"C'mon, Snake," Otacon had a hard time getting that part into Snake's head. "We are trying to minimize human casualties, remember?"
Snake mumbled something.
"C'mon, let's get on it" Otacon was ready for the operation.
"Ok, but your butt isn't the one on the line here." Snake was sick and tired of these missions.
He got ready. He inserted a magazine into his modified Beretta M92F handgun and run, under the heavy as mercury rain, under the cover of the raindrops. He got to the black metal door and opened it. He entered the territory of Wassen Inc., which wasn't too far from being enemy territory. But well, Snake was used to be in enemy territory.
He sneaked through the hallway. He was invisible. He suddenly looked thought a corner. A security guard.
In a black uniform, a man was standing, holding a weapon, with boots and a hat on. He wasn't a threat. He couldn't see him, but Snake was always ready if spotted. He didn't want to admit it, but the M9 saved his butt a couple of times.
The guard moved away. Snake got away undetected once again. His brown eyes were used to the sensation of looking around every corner. It was part of the job.
.....
Meanwhile, in the floor downstairs, two lone figures walked through the lobby. One was always looking at his back. Both were on a mission, entering with business clothes was an excellent way of camouflaging with the environment in this office building.
One of the men didn't call any type of attention. He was a perfect businessman. With his black, carefully combed hair, and inexpressive brown eyes, he was pretty much a common person and no one even noticed him.
The other one didn't have the same luck. He moved his long, blond hair from his blue eyes and kept walking side by side with his partner. He was an "attention caller" and didn't help in disguise.
Both moved swiftly to the elevator, and, after the undetectable pressed a button, the elevator was already moving up, heading the tallest floor. They started taking out their suits. Under them, they had black operations sneaking suits and Tranquilizer weapons. They both put their suits in the Sneaking suit's Backpack and got ready.
"OK, Raiden, here we go" The brown haired man was had a low voice and a slight New York accent.
"So, you are Nathan Harker, huh?" "Raiden" had the typical "Young man" voice.
"Yes, that's me." Harker held his M9 at the altitude of his mouth.
....
Through the night, another chopper was moving. Inside, five people were getting ready. The sound of the guns cocking and the magazines being inserted in handguns filled the air.
"Hey! Razor!" A young woman with Russian accent and long, black hair called, "You better get your weapons ready!"
"If you say so" A man with red hair answered. "But let's hope everything goes as expected" He had a slight Mexican accent.
"As Expected?" The Russian lady snapped back. "You and Shadow are the ones who always ruin the operations."
Razor couldn't respond at that.
"Well, Spear", a low, heavy accented voice came from the dark. "We saved the hostages last time, right?" That voice had a very heavy accent, but it still sounded young.
"Shadow, you almost killed the hostages" The Russian lady had a very recriminating voice.
From the same spot the accented voice came, a young man moved closer. He had piercing green eyes, and an uncontrolled blond hair.
"You said it yourself, Spear" He had the same voice. "Almost killed the hostages" He stressed the word Almost.
The Russian lady smiled back. She didn't like Razor or Shadow's tactics. But she had to admit they worked.
The helicopter was heading their next mission. The Wellar tower.
....
Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm glad to announce I finally had the courage to post this story's first chapter. Please, review, no flames, please, only constructive criticisms.
ECLIPSE TEAM
By Pablosky and Blackraven.
Chapter one: Darkness.
New York, May 15th, 2009
The night fell quickly over New York City. The lights had left most office buildings, but not the city. The city never slept. The rain and clouds were a perfect camouflage for the stars above.. And a helicopter.
A KA-60 Kasatka chopper flew across the sky, with its doors open. It flew around a tall building, a skyscraper that looked like a pillar that was holding the dark clouds of the rainy night. The only office building with all of its lights on. The Wellar tower, like the city, never slept.
The helicopter passed above the tower. Suddenly, following a lightning, a rope went down. A single man landed, with military boots on. The sound of the boots hitting the puddles made a slight noise. The man didn't care. He just walked until the nearest wall. He had his lucky charm, his cigarette, on his mouth and on fire. His main lucky charm, his Bandana was on his head. The hero was back in action. Let's hope this is a typical mission. He thought to himself. Solid Snake was used to things going wrong.
Suddenly, he felt a slight, beeping noise in his ear.
"Snake, its Otacon. You copy?" He was more worried than usual. And the usual worried Otacon meant a lot.
"Yeah you still haven't briefed me, you know."
"Well. You have two mission objectives. First, you are to find evidence on Wellar's Metal Gear project. Secondly, destroy it."
"Usual stuff, huh? So, Is Raiden coming?"
"Yeah, and Philanthropy assigned us a. Specialist. "
"Specialist?-Snake knew something was odd."
"The name's Harker. Nathan Harker. Male, American, in his Mid 30's, former CIA. He was expelled from Langley because his tactics were too ¨Unpredictable¨ for the guys at the agency. He got into Philanthropy thanks to a recommendation of a friend."
"A friend?"
"Zachary Smith." Otacon was reading a paper. "High rank. Listen, Raiden and Harker are going in by ground. Don't wait for them"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Snake was uncomfortable in this kind of operation. "By the way, I'm getting kind of tired of this M9's, why can't we just use guns?"
"C'mon, Snake," Otacon had a hard time getting that part into Snake's head. "We are trying to minimize human casualties, remember?"
Snake mumbled something.
"C'mon, let's get on it" Otacon was ready for the operation.
"Ok, but your butt isn't the one on the line here." Snake was sick and tired of these missions.
He got ready. He inserted a magazine into his modified Beretta M92F handgun and run, under the heavy as mercury rain, under the cover of the raindrops. He got to the black metal door and opened it. He entered the territory of Wassen Inc., which wasn't too far from being enemy territory. But well, Snake was used to be in enemy territory.
He sneaked through the hallway. He was invisible. He suddenly looked thought a corner. A security guard.
In a black uniform, a man was standing, holding a weapon, with boots and a hat on. He wasn't a threat. He couldn't see him, but Snake was always ready if spotted. He didn't want to admit it, but the M9 saved his butt a couple of times.
The guard moved away. Snake got away undetected once again. His brown eyes were used to the sensation of looking around every corner. It was part of the job.
.....
Meanwhile, in the floor downstairs, two lone figures walked through the lobby. One was always looking at his back. Both were on a mission, entering with business clothes was an excellent way of camouflaging with the environment in this office building.
One of the men didn't call any type of attention. He was a perfect businessman. With his black, carefully combed hair, and inexpressive brown eyes, he was pretty much a common person and no one even noticed him.
The other one didn't have the same luck. He moved his long, blond hair from his blue eyes and kept walking side by side with his partner. He was an "attention caller" and didn't help in disguise.
Both moved swiftly to the elevator, and, after the undetectable pressed a button, the elevator was already moving up, heading the tallest floor. They started taking out their suits. Under them, they had black operations sneaking suits and Tranquilizer weapons. They both put their suits in the Sneaking suit's Backpack and got ready.
"OK, Raiden, here we go" The brown haired man was had a low voice and a slight New York accent.
"So, you are Nathan Harker, huh?" "Raiden" had the typical "Young man" voice.
"Yes, that's me." Harker held his M9 at the altitude of his mouth.
....
Through the night, another chopper was moving. Inside, five people were getting ready. The sound of the guns cocking and the magazines being inserted in handguns filled the air.
"Hey! Razor!" A young woman with Russian accent and long, black hair called, "You better get your weapons ready!"
"If you say so" A man with red hair answered. "But let's hope everything goes as expected" He had a slight Mexican accent.
"As Expected?" The Russian lady snapped back. "You and Shadow are the ones who always ruin the operations."
Razor couldn't respond at that.
"Well, Spear", a low, heavy accented voice came from the dark. "We saved the hostages last time, right?" That voice had a very heavy accent, but it still sounded young.
"Shadow, you almost killed the hostages" The Russian lady had a very recriminating voice.
From the same spot the accented voice came, a young man moved closer. He had piercing green eyes, and an uncontrolled blond hair.
"You said it yourself, Spear" He had the same voice. "Almost killed the hostages" He stressed the word Almost.
The Russian lady smiled back. She didn't like Razor or Shadow's tactics. But she had to admit they worked.
The helicopter was heading their next mission. The Wellar tower.
....
Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm glad to announce I finally had the courage to post this story's first chapter. Please, review, no flames, please, only constructive criticisms.