METAL GEAR SOLID 3: PAWNS OF PATRIOTS
Author's note- Please review. This fanfic is PG-13 for violence and adult themes.
PROLOGUE
The New York street bustled with activity. Men and women going about their daily routines, and police and firemen running to the steps of Federal Hall. A massive island-like thing had just taken out a block of New York. Surprisingly, few people were killed. In the center of the street, two people stood, frozen in time.
"You've got things to do," One of the men said, looking down the street, a bandanna flailing in the morning wind. "and people you need to talk to." Snake turned around, and walked into the crowd.
Jack turned, and saw a woman standing, looking at him. Jack walked to Rose, and stood there for a moment. He turned around.
"Snake?" No one was there.
They talked for a while.
"Do you remember this place?" she asked.
"Of course!" Jack remembered. "This is where we first met...I remember now --today is the day I met you!"
"That's it."
"I think I found something to pass along to the future. He said all living things want their genes to live on."
"Are you talking about the baby?"
"Yeah."
"But genes aren't the only thing you pass on. There are too many things that aren't written into our DNA. It's up to us to teach that to our children."
"What kind of things?"
"About the environment, our ideas, our culture...poetry...compassion...sorrow... joy...We'll tell them everything... together."
"Is that a -- proposal?" she asked.
"This is for your ears -only..." he said.
A phone in a small apartment rang. Snake answered.
"Snake, are you there?" The voice asked.
"Yeah."
"I finished going over that disk. It contains the personal data of twelve people. But it's strange. They're already dead, all twelve of them."
"When did it happen?"
"Well, ah, about a hundred years ago."
"What the hell.?"
Author's note- Please review. This fanfic is PG-13 for violence and adult themes.
PROLOGUE
The New York street bustled with activity. Men and women going about their daily routines, and police and firemen running to the steps of Federal Hall. A massive island-like thing had just taken out a block of New York. Surprisingly, few people were killed. In the center of the street, two people stood, frozen in time.
"You've got things to do," One of the men said, looking down the street, a bandanna flailing in the morning wind. "and people you need to talk to." Snake turned around, and walked into the crowd.
Jack turned, and saw a woman standing, looking at him. Jack walked to Rose, and stood there for a moment. He turned around.
"Snake?" No one was there.
They talked for a while.
"Do you remember this place?" she asked.
"Of course!" Jack remembered. "This is where we first met...I remember now --today is the day I met you!"
"That's it."
"I think I found something to pass along to the future. He said all living things want their genes to live on."
"Are you talking about the baby?"
"Yeah."
"But genes aren't the only thing you pass on. There are too many things that aren't written into our DNA. It's up to us to teach that to our children."
"What kind of things?"
"About the environment, our ideas, our culture...poetry...compassion...sorrow... joy...We'll tell them everything... together."
"Is that a -- proposal?" she asked.
"This is for your ears -only..." he said.
A phone in a small apartment rang. Snake answered.
"Snake, are you there?" The voice asked.
"Yeah."
"I finished going over that disk. It contains the personal data of twelve people. But it's strange. They're already dead, all twelve of them."
"When did it happen?"
"Well, ah, about a hundred years ago."
"What the hell.?"