Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything close to or identical to Metal Gear. They belong to Konami.
I merely use the characters for mere enjoyment and because I have plenty of free
time. Some characters mentioned in the story are strictly fiction. I believe in coincidences
Janurary 26, 2008 Somewhere in the Sarah Desert
" Ok, I'm at the center." " Is it deserted?" " Looks like. Weird. They'd leave some
type of guard." " I don't like the feeling of this Snake." " Relax, Otacon. I"m searching the
area." Solid Snake was in the middle of a desert plain, with two story buildings in each
corner of a square area. The desert sand looked like an ocean of red and orange dye, and it was
closed off by walls. Snake was searching the area, maybe for a sniper or an ace in combat. Or
maybe even Metal Gear. Most of Metal Gear RAYS were destroyed, including Arsenal Gear. But
a few M.G.Rs got away with the Russian mercenary army. Snake and Otacon had done a successful
job of wiping out all RAYS and discovering the truth about the "Patriots." Eight years of hard
work, thought Snake. " Aha. There you are." Snake spotted the sniper, on Tower 3. Lying low,
he was smoking and didn't seem to notice him. " Bad move," thought Snake as he shot him with
his own sniper in the head. " Ok, I just took out the sentry. Easy," said Snake. " Good, walk
to the Level 4 door panel and walk into the base's hangar. Metal Gear RAY 1 should be in
there. Destroy it with the Stinger Missile Launcher and get the hell out." " No problem."
Snake did as he was told and walked in the hangar. The hangar was huge. ' Like the one in
the tank, 7 years ago,' thought Snake. It was like deja vu. Snake got his Stinger and aimed.
Direct hit in the center core, the "heart", of RAY 1. " Warning, chain reaction inside RAY 1.
Everybody, exit the area!," boomed a male's voice.
Snake quickly dropped the launcher and ran toward the door. As he did, a couple of armed Russian troops spotted him, and started shooting. Snake took cover behind a metal crate and took out his trusty silenced USP, and shot all five of the troops. He saw his chance and ran out the door. As he did, a ladder fell in front of him. " Get in!" yelled Otacan. The Hind-D type helicopter took off as fast as she could, while the base hangar exploded behind them, wiping out the last of all Metal Gears.
The Hind was far up in the sky to be alerted by any danger. " We did it!" yelled Otacon. "Yeah" said Snake. Snake looked back at the once standing base. Something wasn't right. He looked more closely with his scope. " DAMN!" yelled Snake. " What's going on?" asked Otacon. " Punch it! NOW!" Otacon did as he was told. " Turn left!" As Otacon did, they barely missed a rocket. " Oh God!" yelled Otacon. " Shit! It was just like I thought!" " Snake, what was that?" asked Otacon. " Otacon, a fleet of five Harrier jets are following us. They all have rockets equipped. Auto target systems. We're gonna have to jump. At least I have to." " Snake, your a FOX-HOUND recruit, not James Bond!" " Otacon, you're gonna have to slow down, and go higher up in the sky." " Snake, a fall from this altitude and the speed of the Harriers will kill you." Snake didn't think about that. " It's age, Snake," said Otacon. Snake tried to think. ' Not enough time,' he thought. He quickly looked around the chopper. There was a sniper rifle, flash gernades, and a heavy equipped gatling gun. " Otacon, I'll use the gatling gun. I'm puuting on the headphones and whatever I say, you do. Got it?" " Got it Snake. Good luck." Snake placed the gatling gun on a holder. He screwed the nails down and shook the gun, making sure it was secure. He sat on the seat on which it was on the platform. " Ok Otacon. Take me out." " Got it." Otacon hit a green button, and the platform slowly started to slide out the door. It stopped, notifying Snake that it was secure. Snake was in mid-air. With nothing but sky to the left of him. The way his seat was postioned made him face the back of the chopper were he had a clear few of the Harriers. The wind blew ferociously at his face, but Snake made sure he had a wind-breaker shield on his face. Snake cocked the gun, and secured the chain of bullets. " Make every shot count, don't just shot everywhere. Aim for the cockpit and try to knock the pilot out. The gatling gun's bullets are strong enough to go through the glass. Good luck Snake," said Otacon. Snake postioned the gun and fired.
METAL GEAR SOLID
"Bloodstain"
September 11, 2001 New York
" Yes sir, I'll get on it right away." The man hung up his phone. " Asshole," he thought aloud. He sat there in his leather office chair, neatly next to his desk were files of "classified" info about some military past missions. To him, the past was the past.He was a neat dresser. He had on a white collar shirt, a black tie, black pants and an expensive jacket on his chair. His hair was washed back and held down by gel, and he had a gold watch and his wedding ring on. His office was in the corner on the 25th floor on one of the Twin Towers in New York. Painted dull white, his office had one golden brown door right in the middle of the wall opposite the windows. The left and right walls had two bookshelves covered with books and statues of tikkie gods and other things he thought looked cool. Between each shelve on each wall was pictures, more like copies, of pictures by Leonardo DiVinche. On the wall with the door, portraits of his family. He had a loving wife, pregnant with their third child, and two beautiful boys. He always wanted boys, at least two. Now he was ready for a girl, so was his wife. He, of course, was a Catholic. His phone rang. " Yes Janet?" he asked his secretary. " Sir, line 2. A man's voice. Never heard it before." ' Now that's weird,' he thought. " Put him through." He heard a beep in his phone.
"Hello?" he asked. "I have come for you," said a man's voice through the other line.
"Excuse me?" " Look out your window. Be my diversion," said the man's voice. He did as he was told and looked out the window. As he did, a look of shock came over his face. An airline plane was on a collision course to the building he was on. " Oh God." The man on the other line laughed, cold-heartily. " I hope your death comes quick, O'Raley. There ain't no mercy were you're going," said the man on the other line. The man in his office looked out the window and thought one thing: " My family, I'm sorry." The plane came zooming in, and the man in his office saw death before him.
Feburary 25, 2008 11:24 a.m. New York City
The streets were dirty. Traffic was a must, especially on working days. The yellow taxi cabs taking their customers to their destination, the busy people a mile away from their work walking on the streets, the constant beeping of cars exchanged between each other, the popluted smell of New York's atmosphere. Nothing's change in six to seven years. Society still is at it's best, new technology being made every day by some inventers to make life easier. All in all, it was your typical day at New York City. Were the Twin Towers used to be, there was a memorial. People "voted" for a memorial instead of new buildings replacing the old ones. To the people, it meant disrespect to the dead to build a new building over their bodies and blood. Nobody noticed the sudden incoming of the dark clouds full of rain. It began to pour, heavily though. " Ahh! Damn news!" some people said, since they didn't come prepared. In the middle of the crowd of frustrated people, was a man in a rain coat. People who passed him saw him as odd when they saw him wearing it. Now they knew why. The man was smoking a cigar, his traditional favorite was Marb., as he called it. A man at the age of thrity-eight, still fit, and had a military walk. 'New York, how long has it been?' he thought to himself. 'Since that thing, Arsenal Gear, huh? I never really did like politics.' The man had no name, but they referred to him as...Solid Snake. He rain coat was camouflage color, just like in the Marine Corps. He wore his traditional bandana, his hair the same length as always, and his rugged beard. He had a cell phone in his hand and dialed 12. " Hey?" picked up a man. " Otacon, why aren't we using Codec?" " Geez, Snake. We're going to get a burger, not do a mission And shut up about the technical info. These lines are always tipped." Snake was still used to being busy, but ever since their last mission at Sarah, it marked the end of their adventures. All of Metal Gears were destroyed. Snake still remembered how he took all five of those Harriers down. The gatling gun ran out before the fourth one, so he had to use his sniper rifle and be precise. He killed all of them off. Nothing seemed impossible for Snake. ' A legend' he thought to himself.
Snake made it to a small independent restaurant called ' Joe's Legendary Burgers.' He saw Otacon there, again playing on his laptop. " Hey Snake," said Otacon as he noticed somebody sitting in front of him. " I already ordered." " Did you get what I like?" asked Snake. " Yep. Double cheese-bacon burger with extra onions and tomato, no ketchup and pickles." " You know me all to well Hal." " I've known you for almost a decade, Snake," said Otacon as he noticed their pick-up number being called. " I'll get it," said Otacon. Otacon went to the counter. He started fighting with the cashier saying he ordered onion rings but the cashier said if it's not on the reciept, you didn't. " BUT I PAID FIVE BUCKS MORE FOR THOSE DAMN RINGS!" kept yelling Otacon. Snake was getting embarrassed, and started getting up when a window popped up on Otacon's laptop. ' Huh, must be another damn ad,' thought Snake but he notice it was an IM(instant message) and it read: " Hello Snake, I have something for you." Snake instantly stopped on his tracks and looked around the area. Another message: " Don't worry, I'm not around." Snake read the message and sat down next to the laptop.
ANIMELOVERGEEK(Otacon's on-line name): " Who the hell are you and how do you know I'm here?"
MR.INFORMTIOUS: " Satellite pictures, Snake. Part of the world wibe web. Don't worry, I don't aim at killing you. I am writing to you via the internet to help you. Give you a leak on something........big."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " What is it?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Interested now? Ok, place close attention. I made sure this connection isn't tapped. I got new info on something of historian past. You remember the Patriots? Well, it turns out that a new organization was built two years later. Democracy was failing miserable in America, so the current president, knowing of the Patriots, sent out an idea to open a new organization. Ironicly, it's called the Patriots Organization."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " Patriots Organization?"
" Hey Snake, sorry it took so long....hey, what are you doing on my laptop?" Otacon returned from the front with all the food in a tray. " If you shut up, I'll tell you in a while."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Yeah, u heard me rite. It consists of fourteen people instead of twelve. And it runs the entire country. It makes all its war moves, laws, political advantages, everything the U.S. needs to run successfully. The president, the one back then, two of his friends, and eleven of the most intelligent minds the world has to offer run it. We know one of these is Russian, and two are German. The rest are all American. The Russian guy, his name is Ramius Gorklavichsy. Very sweet guy. He really wants world peace. But his blinded by lies from the other Patriot Organization leaders."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " Is that your new info?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " No, that's only half of it. It turns out the P.O. has a...leaker..... who leaked info outside the organization. According to him, the Patriots back then when they were alive, didn't want to be discovered. So, they payed workers to build a safehouse. But, this safe house is clever hidden. Away from society, complete. Almost like it's not there, but it is."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " what r u getting 2?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " I'm getting there. Anyways, the Patriots got the world's most best construction workers around, and intelligent minds. And they builded their safehouse. But, if they were ever to get discovered, they made sure that their safehouse was carefully hidden....under the New York Harbor."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " No way. That's impossible."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Is it? Really? You forgot who the Patriots were, Snake. They made everything impossible, possible. They built their safehouse under New York Harbor. They built with heat absorbing metal extremely rare in the U.S. and covered it with sand. A clever hidden tube was covered by the sand, but, it is easily detected by a special type of metal seeker. They say that type of metal gives out a rare scent pickable by, guess what? Dolpihins. No joke, Snake. These guys knew what they were doing. And if worse comes to worse, they could always hide. But, this safehouse wasn't only meant to be a safehouse, it was also meant to hold Arsenal Gear."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " R u telling me that Arsenak Gear was planned before the 1900s?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " YES! Exactly, Snake. But the house never got used, and the project was moved to the 'Big Shell.' It is still there, the safhouse, and quite useful."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " So what's the leak lead all to?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " We think someone is using the safehouse and is building something there under everyone's noses. And we want you to go check it out."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " And what makes you think I'll help you?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Weren't you the one who said you were fighting for the future? Well, the future is at stake right now. Snake, the world needs your help again."
" Snake, I'll break into the Pentagon's main computer to see if this guys' right." " He makes sense to me," said Snake. " Otacon, how fast can you do that?" " Less then an hour, depeneding if their security got heavier."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " So Snake, what's it gonna be?"
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " The world needs me again.........well, I'm here for it. By the way, how can we contact you?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " You have a Codec, rigth? My frequency is 141.77. Contact me when ever you want. Snake, save the world, one more time."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " I will. By the way, who are you? Really?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " I can't reveal that......yet. When the time's right."
MR.INFORMITIOUS SIGNED OUT
" Snake.....you really think this is a valuable leak?" " We have taken leaks before, and they always are right. Get working on discovering the truth, Otacon." " Got it. Let's go to my place. My main computer is home."
Otacon's house 12:04 p.m.
Otacon turned on his computer. Pentium 4, with the most expensive and best internet money can buy. Otacon got working to see if the leak was valuable. Two hours later, after Snake finished his lunch and watched t.v, Otacon came into the living room. " I'm not quite sure, but there seems to be some type of info there correct. Apparently, there saying there is a safehouse, but not where." " You want me to go check it out, New York Harbor I mean?" " The info's there Snake, not just enough. Well, it looks like our 'vacation' is over. Back to saving the world." " For a future," said Snake. This info was valuable, and the rest of it emailed by MR.INFORMITIOUS told more. Some how, Snake thought, this can lead to a new type of mass destruction weapons. Maybe a new Metal Gear.
" Ready Snake?" Snake was thirty-eight, a clone a "Big Boss." His rep, at CIA and FBI and, well, the U.S. government was: " The man that makes the impossible possible." " Yeah, I'm ready." " Good, I'll get the equipment in less then two days. In the mean time, stay here in my apartment. Looks like we're back in business."
Author's Notes: " well, what ya think? This story will explain Red Winter's purpose later on. Please mind my grammar, nobodys perfect. Trust me, later on it'll be R material. I hoped you liked it. Send any personal comments to songoku79@juno.com. I hope you guys don't diss me because I mentioned the horrible attack on Sep. 11. Trust me, I like many others was traumtized. I truly believe we should build a memorial. It'll fit later into the story. Oh, and to the victims of Sep. 11, God bless you and help through through the trauma of losing a loved one. This is SolidSnake1295 signing out."
I merely use the characters for mere enjoyment and because I have plenty of free
time. Some characters mentioned in the story are strictly fiction. I believe in coincidences
Janurary 26, 2008 Somewhere in the Sarah Desert
" Ok, I'm at the center." " Is it deserted?" " Looks like. Weird. They'd leave some
type of guard." " I don't like the feeling of this Snake." " Relax, Otacon. I"m searching the
area." Solid Snake was in the middle of a desert plain, with two story buildings in each
corner of a square area. The desert sand looked like an ocean of red and orange dye, and it was
closed off by walls. Snake was searching the area, maybe for a sniper or an ace in combat. Or
maybe even Metal Gear. Most of Metal Gear RAYS were destroyed, including Arsenal Gear. But
a few M.G.Rs got away with the Russian mercenary army. Snake and Otacon had done a successful
job of wiping out all RAYS and discovering the truth about the "Patriots." Eight years of hard
work, thought Snake. " Aha. There you are." Snake spotted the sniper, on Tower 3. Lying low,
he was smoking and didn't seem to notice him. " Bad move," thought Snake as he shot him with
his own sniper in the head. " Ok, I just took out the sentry. Easy," said Snake. " Good, walk
to the Level 4 door panel and walk into the base's hangar. Metal Gear RAY 1 should be in
there. Destroy it with the Stinger Missile Launcher and get the hell out." " No problem."
Snake did as he was told and walked in the hangar. The hangar was huge. ' Like the one in
the tank, 7 years ago,' thought Snake. It was like deja vu. Snake got his Stinger and aimed.
Direct hit in the center core, the "heart", of RAY 1. " Warning, chain reaction inside RAY 1.
Everybody, exit the area!," boomed a male's voice.
Snake quickly dropped the launcher and ran toward the door. As he did, a couple of armed Russian troops spotted him, and started shooting. Snake took cover behind a metal crate and took out his trusty silenced USP, and shot all five of the troops. He saw his chance and ran out the door. As he did, a ladder fell in front of him. " Get in!" yelled Otacan. The Hind-D type helicopter took off as fast as she could, while the base hangar exploded behind them, wiping out the last of all Metal Gears.
The Hind was far up in the sky to be alerted by any danger. " We did it!" yelled Otacon. "Yeah" said Snake. Snake looked back at the once standing base. Something wasn't right. He looked more closely with his scope. " DAMN!" yelled Snake. " What's going on?" asked Otacon. " Punch it! NOW!" Otacon did as he was told. " Turn left!" As Otacon did, they barely missed a rocket. " Oh God!" yelled Otacon. " Shit! It was just like I thought!" " Snake, what was that?" asked Otacon. " Otacon, a fleet of five Harrier jets are following us. They all have rockets equipped. Auto target systems. We're gonna have to jump. At least I have to." " Snake, your a FOX-HOUND recruit, not James Bond!" " Otacon, you're gonna have to slow down, and go higher up in the sky." " Snake, a fall from this altitude and the speed of the Harriers will kill you." Snake didn't think about that. " It's age, Snake," said Otacon. Snake tried to think. ' Not enough time,' he thought. He quickly looked around the chopper. There was a sniper rifle, flash gernades, and a heavy equipped gatling gun. " Otacon, I'll use the gatling gun. I'm puuting on the headphones and whatever I say, you do. Got it?" " Got it Snake. Good luck." Snake placed the gatling gun on a holder. He screwed the nails down and shook the gun, making sure it was secure. He sat on the seat on which it was on the platform. " Ok Otacon. Take me out." " Got it." Otacon hit a green button, and the platform slowly started to slide out the door. It stopped, notifying Snake that it was secure. Snake was in mid-air. With nothing but sky to the left of him. The way his seat was postioned made him face the back of the chopper were he had a clear few of the Harriers. The wind blew ferociously at his face, but Snake made sure he had a wind-breaker shield on his face. Snake cocked the gun, and secured the chain of bullets. " Make every shot count, don't just shot everywhere. Aim for the cockpit and try to knock the pilot out. The gatling gun's bullets are strong enough to go through the glass. Good luck Snake," said Otacon. Snake postioned the gun and fired.
METAL GEAR SOLID
"Bloodstain"
September 11, 2001 New York
" Yes sir, I'll get on it right away." The man hung up his phone. " Asshole," he thought aloud. He sat there in his leather office chair, neatly next to his desk were files of "classified" info about some military past missions. To him, the past was the past.He was a neat dresser. He had on a white collar shirt, a black tie, black pants and an expensive jacket on his chair. His hair was washed back and held down by gel, and he had a gold watch and his wedding ring on. His office was in the corner on the 25th floor on one of the Twin Towers in New York. Painted dull white, his office had one golden brown door right in the middle of the wall opposite the windows. The left and right walls had two bookshelves covered with books and statues of tikkie gods and other things he thought looked cool. Between each shelve on each wall was pictures, more like copies, of pictures by Leonardo DiVinche. On the wall with the door, portraits of his family. He had a loving wife, pregnant with their third child, and two beautiful boys. He always wanted boys, at least two. Now he was ready for a girl, so was his wife. He, of course, was a Catholic. His phone rang. " Yes Janet?" he asked his secretary. " Sir, line 2. A man's voice. Never heard it before." ' Now that's weird,' he thought. " Put him through." He heard a beep in his phone.
"Hello?" he asked. "I have come for you," said a man's voice through the other line.
"Excuse me?" " Look out your window. Be my diversion," said the man's voice. He did as he was told and looked out the window. As he did, a look of shock came over his face. An airline plane was on a collision course to the building he was on. " Oh God." The man on the other line laughed, cold-heartily. " I hope your death comes quick, O'Raley. There ain't no mercy were you're going," said the man on the other line. The man in his office looked out the window and thought one thing: " My family, I'm sorry." The plane came zooming in, and the man in his office saw death before him.
Feburary 25, 2008 11:24 a.m. New York City
The streets were dirty. Traffic was a must, especially on working days. The yellow taxi cabs taking their customers to their destination, the busy people a mile away from their work walking on the streets, the constant beeping of cars exchanged between each other, the popluted smell of New York's atmosphere. Nothing's change in six to seven years. Society still is at it's best, new technology being made every day by some inventers to make life easier. All in all, it was your typical day at New York City. Were the Twin Towers used to be, there was a memorial. People "voted" for a memorial instead of new buildings replacing the old ones. To the people, it meant disrespect to the dead to build a new building over their bodies and blood. Nobody noticed the sudden incoming of the dark clouds full of rain. It began to pour, heavily though. " Ahh! Damn news!" some people said, since they didn't come prepared. In the middle of the crowd of frustrated people, was a man in a rain coat. People who passed him saw him as odd when they saw him wearing it. Now they knew why. The man was smoking a cigar, his traditional favorite was Marb., as he called it. A man at the age of thrity-eight, still fit, and had a military walk. 'New York, how long has it been?' he thought to himself. 'Since that thing, Arsenal Gear, huh? I never really did like politics.' The man had no name, but they referred to him as...Solid Snake. He rain coat was camouflage color, just like in the Marine Corps. He wore his traditional bandana, his hair the same length as always, and his rugged beard. He had a cell phone in his hand and dialed 12. " Hey?" picked up a man. " Otacon, why aren't we using Codec?" " Geez, Snake. We're going to get a burger, not do a mission And shut up about the technical info. These lines are always tipped." Snake was still used to being busy, but ever since their last mission at Sarah, it marked the end of their adventures. All of Metal Gears were destroyed. Snake still remembered how he took all five of those Harriers down. The gatling gun ran out before the fourth one, so he had to use his sniper rifle and be precise. He killed all of them off. Nothing seemed impossible for Snake. ' A legend' he thought to himself.
Snake made it to a small independent restaurant called ' Joe's Legendary Burgers.' He saw Otacon there, again playing on his laptop. " Hey Snake," said Otacon as he noticed somebody sitting in front of him. " I already ordered." " Did you get what I like?" asked Snake. " Yep. Double cheese-bacon burger with extra onions and tomato, no ketchup and pickles." " You know me all to well Hal." " I've known you for almost a decade, Snake," said Otacon as he noticed their pick-up number being called. " I'll get it," said Otacon. Otacon went to the counter. He started fighting with the cashier saying he ordered onion rings but the cashier said if it's not on the reciept, you didn't. " BUT I PAID FIVE BUCKS MORE FOR THOSE DAMN RINGS!" kept yelling Otacon. Snake was getting embarrassed, and started getting up when a window popped up on Otacon's laptop. ' Huh, must be another damn ad,' thought Snake but he notice it was an IM(instant message) and it read: " Hello Snake, I have something for you." Snake instantly stopped on his tracks and looked around the area. Another message: " Don't worry, I'm not around." Snake read the message and sat down next to the laptop.
ANIMELOVERGEEK(Otacon's on-line name): " Who the hell are you and how do you know I'm here?"
MR.INFORMTIOUS: " Satellite pictures, Snake. Part of the world wibe web. Don't worry, I don't aim at killing you. I am writing to you via the internet to help you. Give you a leak on something........big."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " What is it?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Interested now? Ok, place close attention. I made sure this connection isn't tapped. I got new info on something of historian past. You remember the Patriots? Well, it turns out that a new organization was built two years later. Democracy was failing miserable in America, so the current president, knowing of the Patriots, sent out an idea to open a new organization. Ironicly, it's called the Patriots Organization."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " Patriots Organization?"
" Hey Snake, sorry it took so long....hey, what are you doing on my laptop?" Otacon returned from the front with all the food in a tray. " If you shut up, I'll tell you in a while."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Yeah, u heard me rite. It consists of fourteen people instead of twelve. And it runs the entire country. It makes all its war moves, laws, political advantages, everything the U.S. needs to run successfully. The president, the one back then, two of his friends, and eleven of the most intelligent minds the world has to offer run it. We know one of these is Russian, and two are German. The rest are all American. The Russian guy, his name is Ramius Gorklavichsy. Very sweet guy. He really wants world peace. But his blinded by lies from the other Patriot Organization leaders."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " Is that your new info?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " No, that's only half of it. It turns out the P.O. has a...leaker..... who leaked info outside the organization. According to him, the Patriots back then when they were alive, didn't want to be discovered. So, they payed workers to build a safehouse. But, this safe house is clever hidden. Away from society, complete. Almost like it's not there, but it is."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " what r u getting 2?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " I'm getting there. Anyways, the Patriots got the world's most best construction workers around, and intelligent minds. And they builded their safehouse. But, if they were ever to get discovered, they made sure that their safehouse was carefully hidden....under the New York Harbor."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " No way. That's impossible."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Is it? Really? You forgot who the Patriots were, Snake. They made everything impossible, possible. They built their safehouse under New York Harbor. They built with heat absorbing metal extremely rare in the U.S. and covered it with sand. A clever hidden tube was covered by the sand, but, it is easily detected by a special type of metal seeker. They say that type of metal gives out a rare scent pickable by, guess what? Dolpihins. No joke, Snake. These guys knew what they were doing. And if worse comes to worse, they could always hide. But, this safehouse wasn't only meant to be a safehouse, it was also meant to hold Arsenal Gear."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " R u telling me that Arsenak Gear was planned before the 1900s?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " YES! Exactly, Snake. But the house never got used, and the project was moved to the 'Big Shell.' It is still there, the safhouse, and quite useful."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " So what's the leak lead all to?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " We think someone is using the safehouse and is building something there under everyone's noses. And we want you to go check it out."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " And what makes you think I'll help you?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " Weren't you the one who said you were fighting for the future? Well, the future is at stake right now. Snake, the world needs your help again."
" Snake, I'll break into the Pentagon's main computer to see if this guys' right." " He makes sense to me," said Snake. " Otacon, how fast can you do that?" " Less then an hour, depeneding if their security got heavier."
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " So Snake, what's it gonna be?"
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " The world needs me again.........well, I'm here for it. By the way, how can we contact you?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " You have a Codec, rigth? My frequency is 141.77. Contact me when ever you want. Snake, save the world, one more time."
ANIMELOVERGEEK: " I will. By the way, who are you? Really?"
MR.INFORMITIOUS: " I can't reveal that......yet. When the time's right."
MR.INFORMITIOUS SIGNED OUT
" Snake.....you really think this is a valuable leak?" " We have taken leaks before, and they always are right. Get working on discovering the truth, Otacon." " Got it. Let's go to my place. My main computer is home."
Otacon's house 12:04 p.m.
Otacon turned on his computer. Pentium 4, with the most expensive and best internet money can buy. Otacon got working to see if the leak was valuable. Two hours later, after Snake finished his lunch and watched t.v, Otacon came into the living room. " I'm not quite sure, but there seems to be some type of info there correct. Apparently, there saying there is a safehouse, but not where." " You want me to go check it out, New York Harbor I mean?" " The info's there Snake, not just enough. Well, it looks like our 'vacation' is over. Back to saving the world." " For a future," said Snake. This info was valuable, and the rest of it emailed by MR.INFORMITIOUS told more. Some how, Snake thought, this can lead to a new type of mass destruction weapons. Maybe a new Metal Gear.
" Ready Snake?" Snake was thirty-eight, a clone a "Big Boss." His rep, at CIA and FBI and, well, the U.S. government was: " The man that makes the impossible possible." " Yeah, I'm ready." " Good, I'll get the equipment in less then two days. In the mean time, stay here in my apartment. Looks like we're back in business."
Author's Notes: " well, what ya think? This story will explain Red Winter's purpose later on. Please mind my grammar, nobodys perfect. Trust me, later on it'll be R material. I hoped you liked it. Send any personal comments to songoku79@juno.com. I hope you guys don't diss me because I mentioned the horrible attack on Sep. 11. Trust me, I like many others was traumtized. I truly believe we should build a memorial. It'll fit later into the story. Oh, and to the victims of Sep. 11, God bless you and help through through the trauma of losing a loved one. This is SolidSnake1295 signing out."