Chapter 3 - A Dead Giveaway
Deck B Crew quarters, Starboard side
Snake ran through the door into the quarters, and looked at his radar. An enemy sentry was posted in the corridor just ahead and to the left. He slowly crept along, trying to keep his breathing quiet. Like the second guard, he killed him by breaking his neck. The guard carried no useful items, so he took the tags and carried on to the port side of Deck B crew quarters. Just as he reached the end of the small hallway, he heard the guard's radio crackle into life
"Why are you late with your status report?"
Snake stopped and turned round slowly, his breathing getting heavier, and his heart beginning to pound in his chest
"What's going on? Respond!"
He was frozen to the spot with fear, but not because of the radio. He looked down at his path, and saw a long trail of wet footprints on the floor
"Shit" He thought "Easily discovered"
The radio crackled again
"Communications with the sentry on Deck B have ceased. Send an investigation team IMMEDIATELY"
Snake looked at his radar. It showed three soldiers moving in from a door on the starboard side. He turned on his heels and ran
"Huh?" One of the guards crouched down "Whose footprints are these?"
The guard lifted his weapon and continued round. He stopped when he saw the dead body. Snake had no time to conceal it.
The guard lifted his radio to his mouth
"Enemy intruder on board, he has killed Deck B sentry! Tighten security and send a replacement guard for the area!"
The guard followed the footprints round the corner to where.
They stopped.
"Hmmm. Ok men, tighten security! Be on the lookout!"
The guard turned, just as Snake dropped down from a pipe on the ceiling. The guard turned round in shock, and was about to radio for back up when Snake smashed his heel into the side of his face. He picked up the guard's gun and slammed it into his head. He could not leave them alive, in case they radioed for backup. The radio clattered to the ground.
He grabbed the radio, and in his best Russian accent, reported:
"Have confronted enemy and eliminated him. All units, return to your positions!"
A heart stopping three seconds of silence followed, but a sentry acknowledged the report. Snake's radar showed status returning to normal.
He stuffed the two bodies in a locker, hoping that would give him enough time. Snake walked over to a door leading further in, but it was locked. He saw stairs leading up to Deck C, Port side, so he followed them up. It had been a narrow escape, and although he'd done his best, he was sure he would be spotted again, or some sentries were not convinced he was dead.
Deck B Crew quarters, Starboard side
Snake ran through the door into the quarters, and looked at his radar. An enemy sentry was posted in the corridor just ahead and to the left. He slowly crept along, trying to keep his breathing quiet. Like the second guard, he killed him by breaking his neck. The guard carried no useful items, so he took the tags and carried on to the port side of Deck B crew quarters. Just as he reached the end of the small hallway, he heard the guard's radio crackle into life
"Why are you late with your status report?"
Snake stopped and turned round slowly, his breathing getting heavier, and his heart beginning to pound in his chest
"What's going on? Respond!"
He was frozen to the spot with fear, but not because of the radio. He looked down at his path, and saw a long trail of wet footprints on the floor
"Shit" He thought "Easily discovered"
The radio crackled again
"Communications with the sentry on Deck B have ceased. Send an investigation team IMMEDIATELY"
Snake looked at his radar. It showed three soldiers moving in from a door on the starboard side. He turned on his heels and ran
"Huh?" One of the guards crouched down "Whose footprints are these?"
The guard lifted his weapon and continued round. He stopped when he saw the dead body. Snake had no time to conceal it.
The guard lifted his radio to his mouth
"Enemy intruder on board, he has killed Deck B sentry! Tighten security and send a replacement guard for the area!"
The guard followed the footprints round the corner to where.
They stopped.
"Hmmm. Ok men, tighten security! Be on the lookout!"
The guard turned, just as Snake dropped down from a pipe on the ceiling. The guard turned round in shock, and was about to radio for back up when Snake smashed his heel into the side of his face. He picked up the guard's gun and slammed it into his head. He could not leave them alive, in case they radioed for backup. The radio clattered to the ground.
He grabbed the radio, and in his best Russian accent, reported:
"Have confronted enemy and eliminated him. All units, return to your positions!"
A heart stopping three seconds of silence followed, but a sentry acknowledged the report. Snake's radar showed status returning to normal.
He stuffed the two bodies in a locker, hoping that would give him enough time. Snake walked over to a door leading further in, but it was locked. He saw stairs leading up to Deck C, Port side, so he followed them up. It had been a narrow escape, and although he'd done his best, he was sure he would be spotted again, or some sentries were not convinced he was dead.
