2 miles down, 48 to go. About 15 minutes after taking his first victims
life, David hears 2 men talking amongst themselves not too far up ahead.
David's codec rings right at this point. David hides behind a tree and
picks it up.
David: Yeah?
John: I'm detecting 2 sentrys just a few yards from your position, but we can't get an ID. You'll have to do some eavesdropping.
David: Right.
David puts the codec on hold and tries to listen word-for-word what the 2 men ahead of his position are saying. One man has his terrorist uniform with Balaclava on and aside from both his eyes, is currently undescribable. An older looking man is standing in front of him. He appears to be in his early '50s. He has a military issue crew-cut, a grayish-black full beard but with no mustache, and appears to be 5'9" tall and in between 150 to 160 pounds. David eavesdrops on the duo.
Sentry: ...Igor, what was this exactly you wanted me off perimeter duty for?
Igor: You will address me by my codename, Kid.
Sentry: Sorry, uh..Python?
Igor: PYTHON YOU CRACKHEAD!
Sentry: Sorry, Python.
Python: Listen, in less than a week Metal Gears gonna be ready for launch. In 6 days exactly, it will launch. We just finished work 50% on the whole thing. I want you on perimeter duty here until 5 days from now. In 5 days, I'll drive back and pick up you and the others.
Sentry: Alright. Hows the assembly coming?
Python: The mini-nukes attached to Metal Gear's knees are programmed to launch if in the case its destroyed by an intruder. We haven't yet programmed the time limit if in the case it is destroyed. We're still contemplating between 3 to 5 minutes max time before launch. Once launched, these things will take out about 75% of the entire base. The other stuff is classified information, it will not be revealed as of yet.
Sentry: Python-
Python gets out his SPAS-12 Shotgun and aims it at the sentry's head.
Python: Keep asking questions crack whore and you'll taste the bullet out of this damn gun! All I will say is this weapon will be combined together from parts from clone metal gears based on the ones destroyed at Outer Heaven, Zanzibar, Shadow Moses, and Arsenal Gear. I'm heading back to base.
Sentry: LIKE HELL YOU ARE!
The sentry shoots at Python, but he dodges the bullet. David takes his opprotunity and shoots at Python himself, only succeeding in grazing his arm and ripping a good piece of his overcoat's sleeve off.
Sentry: WHAT THE HELL?!? Nobody was able to do that before!
Python: ARGH! You with the Mullet, you just ruined a damn good overcoat! I'll see you suffer for this in the near future!
Python drives off while putting a band-aid on his cut arm. As he dissappears from eyesight, David holsters his gun.
David: Holy hell!
Sentry: Who are you?!?
David points his Socom at the sentry's forehead.
David: NO, Who are you?!? TELL ME!
The Sentry pulls off his balaclava and throws it away. He appears to be 6'3", in between 180 to 190 pounds, has dark brown hair and a scar on his cheek. He starts to talk to David.
Sentry: I'm with Foxhound. My name is Don Gribbins. I'm not with the Terrorists. My codename is "Tiger."
David: Pleasure to meet you, Tiger. I am PFC David Marshal from Army Unit 5. Codename, "Pitbull." At least that was my former codename before I went in retirement. Anyway, I thought FOXHOUND was disbanded.
Don: Yes, it is disbanded. But what you didn't hear was that 2 whole new FOXHOUND units are in development as we speak. The only one I know about however is the NWO-FOXHOUND where I originated from, NWO meaning New World Order.
David: Hm, what's your rank there?
Don: I'm a Private there, I joined up with them when they first got started in April 2009 near the time of the Big Shell incident. This is my first mission.
David: Well, whos commanding you on this op?
Don: Nobody. I was under the order of Igor "Python" Shaumane as my cover requires, and the only way to contact my commanders is via Codec. I was issued a radio from these crackheads when they thought they recruited me this morning.
David: Well, your under MY command as of now. You've got 2 choices: Leave this place, or join me. I noticed a lifeboat just about 4 miles back, you can use that to esc--
Don: NO! I'm coming with you.
David: Rookie, your gonna get your ass killed. I've had extensive non-VR training to prepare myself for situations like this. For all I know, your probably a god damn VR junkie like that pussy Raiden I met a few months ago. God he's annoying.
Don: Half-VR, Half-Real-Life. You happy now?
David: ALRIGHT! You can come with me, but when we reach Metal Gear's location, your driving out of here. Theres a road leading to an airport just a mile away from where Metal Gear is. Take that road once we arrive and get your damn ass out of here. Hope you like the journey Kid, it's gonna be bloody.
David pops a cigarette in his mouth and heads on when Tiger intervenes.
Don: You really should quit smoking y'know.
David grabs the rookie by his neck and pins him up against a tree.
David: FUCK YOU KID! I WILL SMOKE WHENEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
He throws the Rookie onto the ground at this point.
David: You now come with me only on the condition you don't talk about my personal habits. ONE fucking word out of your mouth and your on your fuckin own, alright?!?
Don: Alright, alright. Damn, you don't gotta be mean about-
David: SHUT UP AND COME THE HELL ON ALREADY!
David and Don advance forward towards the base. 44 1/2 miles to go.
David: Yeah?
John: I'm detecting 2 sentrys just a few yards from your position, but we can't get an ID. You'll have to do some eavesdropping.
David: Right.
David puts the codec on hold and tries to listen word-for-word what the 2 men ahead of his position are saying. One man has his terrorist uniform with Balaclava on and aside from both his eyes, is currently undescribable. An older looking man is standing in front of him. He appears to be in his early '50s. He has a military issue crew-cut, a grayish-black full beard but with no mustache, and appears to be 5'9" tall and in between 150 to 160 pounds. David eavesdrops on the duo.
Sentry: ...Igor, what was this exactly you wanted me off perimeter duty for?
Igor: You will address me by my codename, Kid.
Sentry: Sorry, uh..Python?
Igor: PYTHON YOU CRACKHEAD!
Sentry: Sorry, Python.
Python: Listen, in less than a week Metal Gears gonna be ready for launch. In 6 days exactly, it will launch. We just finished work 50% on the whole thing. I want you on perimeter duty here until 5 days from now. In 5 days, I'll drive back and pick up you and the others.
Sentry: Alright. Hows the assembly coming?
Python: The mini-nukes attached to Metal Gear's knees are programmed to launch if in the case its destroyed by an intruder. We haven't yet programmed the time limit if in the case it is destroyed. We're still contemplating between 3 to 5 minutes max time before launch. Once launched, these things will take out about 75% of the entire base. The other stuff is classified information, it will not be revealed as of yet.
Sentry: Python-
Python gets out his SPAS-12 Shotgun and aims it at the sentry's head.
Python: Keep asking questions crack whore and you'll taste the bullet out of this damn gun! All I will say is this weapon will be combined together from parts from clone metal gears based on the ones destroyed at Outer Heaven, Zanzibar, Shadow Moses, and Arsenal Gear. I'm heading back to base.
Sentry: LIKE HELL YOU ARE!
The sentry shoots at Python, but he dodges the bullet. David takes his opprotunity and shoots at Python himself, only succeeding in grazing his arm and ripping a good piece of his overcoat's sleeve off.
Sentry: WHAT THE HELL?!? Nobody was able to do that before!
Python: ARGH! You with the Mullet, you just ruined a damn good overcoat! I'll see you suffer for this in the near future!
Python drives off while putting a band-aid on his cut arm. As he dissappears from eyesight, David holsters his gun.
David: Holy hell!
Sentry: Who are you?!?
David points his Socom at the sentry's forehead.
David: NO, Who are you?!? TELL ME!
The Sentry pulls off his balaclava and throws it away. He appears to be 6'3", in between 180 to 190 pounds, has dark brown hair and a scar on his cheek. He starts to talk to David.
Sentry: I'm with Foxhound. My name is Don Gribbins. I'm not with the Terrorists. My codename is "Tiger."
David: Pleasure to meet you, Tiger. I am PFC David Marshal from Army Unit 5. Codename, "Pitbull." At least that was my former codename before I went in retirement. Anyway, I thought FOXHOUND was disbanded.
Don: Yes, it is disbanded. But what you didn't hear was that 2 whole new FOXHOUND units are in development as we speak. The only one I know about however is the NWO-FOXHOUND where I originated from, NWO meaning New World Order.
David: Hm, what's your rank there?
Don: I'm a Private there, I joined up with them when they first got started in April 2009 near the time of the Big Shell incident. This is my first mission.
David: Well, whos commanding you on this op?
Don: Nobody. I was under the order of Igor "Python" Shaumane as my cover requires, and the only way to contact my commanders is via Codec. I was issued a radio from these crackheads when they thought they recruited me this morning.
David: Well, your under MY command as of now. You've got 2 choices: Leave this place, or join me. I noticed a lifeboat just about 4 miles back, you can use that to esc--
Don: NO! I'm coming with you.
David: Rookie, your gonna get your ass killed. I've had extensive non-VR training to prepare myself for situations like this. For all I know, your probably a god damn VR junkie like that pussy Raiden I met a few months ago. God he's annoying.
Don: Half-VR, Half-Real-Life. You happy now?
David: ALRIGHT! You can come with me, but when we reach Metal Gear's location, your driving out of here. Theres a road leading to an airport just a mile away from where Metal Gear is. Take that road once we arrive and get your damn ass out of here. Hope you like the journey Kid, it's gonna be bloody.
David pops a cigarette in his mouth and heads on when Tiger intervenes.
Don: You really should quit smoking y'know.
David grabs the rookie by his neck and pins him up against a tree.
David: FUCK YOU KID! I WILL SMOKE WHENEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
He throws the Rookie onto the ground at this point.
David: You now come with me only on the condition you don't talk about my personal habits. ONE fucking word out of your mouth and your on your fuckin own, alright?!?
Don: Alright, alright. Damn, you don't gotta be mean about-
David: SHUT UP AND COME THE HELL ON ALREADY!
David and Don advance forward towards the base. 44 1/2 miles to go.
