Stealth and Survival
Chapter 8 of MGS fanfic Series
written by Gray Fox
The surrounding area was quiet except for the chatter of the birds and occasional rattle from a snake. The HALO jump had proven successful with the idea for a stealth entry, and Snake now hiding the parachute to keep any suspicion of his presence in the area from the enemy decided to ring in his status.
He decided to turn down Otacon's offer for the codec for a stardard radio and earpiece. He didn't have to see a face to know what was being said and his eyes needed to be peeled for any movement of the enemy which could be anywhere.
"This is Snake, Do you read me Otacon?"
"Loud and clear Snake. Do you remember your mission objectives? First infiltrate the hostile jungle area, and secondly we need you to find out about this new Metal Gear and eliminate the threat."
"And take care of Liquid.."
"We can look into that situation after you have discovered the new Metal Gear and it's capabilities... But first you must reach the main base. We left you a map Snake and you will have to travel around five or six miles to get there."
"Long way.. I'm glad I'm prepared for such a journey."
"Snake you don't have to go directly to the main base. If you need food then take out an animal or a small guard patrol base and look for food. It will get cold at night so you will have to get shelter if needed. I beleive our satellite scans have read some caves in that area, but be careful Snake this isnt' a steel surrounded base anymore it's a jun.."
"Otacon.. I know EXACTLY where I'm at okay? I think I know how to prepare myself for survival in the jungle."
"Well Okay Snake.. Call if you need anything.. My frequency on this radio is same as before 141.85 and the other staff such as Mei Ling which is 141.96 and Meryl's 141.15 will be here for any information or help you might need. Good Luck!"
A firearm was needed other than a knife. He wasn't hungry then but he knew he would later and it would be a nice asset if he even had a pistol to use. One of those smaller patrol bases nearby might have one and possibly a silencer. If there was no silencer found then he could make use of his surroundings and make one.
Dave pulled out his map and looked through it. It still didn't mention where he was exactly but it did tell him where the base was and everything else. He decided to make his way to the nearest patrol base which was only about two hundred meters North from where he was there.
"Why the hell did I get sent to a place where I don't even know where I am." He thought to himself while scouting the area throughout his bionoculars.
The area seemed clear so it was clear for him to make some movement and see what he was equiped with. Which was a knife, bionoculars, a map, and a small personal first aid kit.
"What am I a boyscout!?" He muttered to himself putting his small simple collection back into his pack.
He turned around and scanned the area still not seeing anything. All was quiet which seemed a scary thought in his head. Usually there was an enemy sentry close by when he started out on a mission but this time it seemed all clear.
Smudging mud and face paint all over himself and aquiring other means of camoflage Snake slowly headed out to the patrol base. He thought to himself that he could run there to save time but that would increase his noise and chances of being seen by an enemy sniper. Not to mention having to be wary of enemy patrol search groups and the dangerous wildlife around him.
Dave had to keep himself well fed not only because it's smart fact of life and survival but he would be able to concentrate better without an empty stomach. He was surrounded by trees and natural wildlife of course. The birds were found wistling in the tree canopy and the swamps infested with snakes and alligators. Most of the ground was just patches of tall grass and fallen tree limbs.
Snake had moved about a hundred feet through a small clearing when he heard quiet voices speaking in a foreign language.
"Sounds like Russian." He thought to himself while looking for the source of the voices.
He came up to a small drop off overlooking a small portion of the jungle. He hid himself in the tall grass and scanned carefully over the area. Just as he thought there were a small group of sentries positioned to view all 360 degrees of their sides. They moved right under the little drop off and were dressed in a russian camoflage and were equipped with AK-47 and a pistol the makarov which Snake noticed especially considering the troops from the Tanker incident were equipped with the same pistol.
Snake knew exactly how to dispose of the guards even though it was a seemingly impossible situation. He quietly slipped back from his hiding spot and went on the move. They would have needed weapons as well as information and food if he was lucky.
The russian guards had been patrolling the sector for nearly six hours. It was about midday and the sun still sat proudly in the sky beaming it's rays through the tree canopy. Bugs of all shapes and forms still buzzed around the area while monkies scattered through the trees playing. They were ready to take their noon break and head back to their base to grab something to eat and to sit around and joke about their superiors.
The lead guard motioned the others to start making their way to their base. Each guard tapped on the other's shoulder to hand signal the information. The last guard nodded in agreement and they made their way still using their formation. It was quiet as could be other than the occasional snap of a twig from a boot and the slow rustling of the equipment and cloth's. They made their way through some thick trees and matted down brush from where they came through earlier. When they all passed the guard positioned on the right made his visual pass left to right until he noticed from the corner of his eye that there was no rear guard. He motioned the other's to halt immediately and to quickly discuss what the situation could be.
They made their minds to search for the guard and they knew good and well that he had been captured quietly or killed and the job now was to find the enemy in the area and possibly the body of their comrade. More spaced out now the Russians backtracked throughout the heavy brush and wilderness.
Nothing was found and one went to backtrack even further leaving the other two behind still searching the brush. When all seemed clear the lead guard heard his comrade slump to the ground crying in pain. He turned around and was instantly knocked out from what felt like a log. Snake had hung from a tree and shot the first landing on the second. Dave had acquired his beloved pistol and first cherished it like a five year old would a new Christmas toy. And was especially lucky to find it silenced which was usually a rare find.
He held his little makarov closely and moved on to take the last guard. Dave had his hands covered with blood after killing off the first guard with his combat knife so he moved quickly to find the second guard and take him out.
The guard had made its way back to the area where Snake first spotted them. He looked around and found absolutly nothing which meant to turn around and head back to his remaining comrads.
The sentry was quickly suprised from behind by a knife to the throat and a strange accent of Russian.
"Who do you work for?" Snake sternly said tightening down the blade on the guards neck.
"Who are you!" spat the guard.
"Tell me who the leader of your group is!" He slightly started the cut on the guard.
"Gru! Gru Colonel!" The guard frantically paniced
"Stop Lying! We all know he's dead!"
"You Dog! How dare you talk of our leader like that!" The sentry started stuggling in a raging panic.
The fighting guard was almost to much for Snake to control and almost escaped his grasp until he made his slit on the neck. Blood spray from the artery peppered the surrounding tree's and grass. Dave hid the body the best he could and took off once again.
Somehow these Russian terrorist weren't aware of what happened to Sergei or Olga. Maybe it was a stray group that stayed behind and didn't know of Sergei's outcome from his mission in America. All this and More in Chapter 9 Eat or Be Eaten!
Chapter 8 of MGS fanfic Series
written by Gray Fox
The surrounding area was quiet except for the chatter of the birds and occasional rattle from a snake. The HALO jump had proven successful with the idea for a stealth entry, and Snake now hiding the parachute to keep any suspicion of his presence in the area from the enemy decided to ring in his status.
He decided to turn down Otacon's offer for the codec for a stardard radio and earpiece. He didn't have to see a face to know what was being said and his eyes needed to be peeled for any movement of the enemy which could be anywhere.
"This is Snake, Do you read me Otacon?"
"Loud and clear Snake. Do you remember your mission objectives? First infiltrate the hostile jungle area, and secondly we need you to find out about this new Metal Gear and eliminate the threat."
"And take care of Liquid.."
"We can look into that situation after you have discovered the new Metal Gear and it's capabilities... But first you must reach the main base. We left you a map Snake and you will have to travel around five or six miles to get there."
"Long way.. I'm glad I'm prepared for such a journey."
"Snake you don't have to go directly to the main base. If you need food then take out an animal or a small guard patrol base and look for food. It will get cold at night so you will have to get shelter if needed. I beleive our satellite scans have read some caves in that area, but be careful Snake this isnt' a steel surrounded base anymore it's a jun.."
"Otacon.. I know EXACTLY where I'm at okay? I think I know how to prepare myself for survival in the jungle."
"Well Okay Snake.. Call if you need anything.. My frequency on this radio is same as before 141.85 and the other staff such as Mei Ling which is 141.96 and Meryl's 141.15 will be here for any information or help you might need. Good Luck!"
A firearm was needed other than a knife. He wasn't hungry then but he knew he would later and it would be a nice asset if he even had a pistol to use. One of those smaller patrol bases nearby might have one and possibly a silencer. If there was no silencer found then he could make use of his surroundings and make one.
Dave pulled out his map and looked through it. It still didn't mention where he was exactly but it did tell him where the base was and everything else. He decided to make his way to the nearest patrol base which was only about two hundred meters North from where he was there.
"Why the hell did I get sent to a place where I don't even know where I am." He thought to himself while scouting the area throughout his bionoculars.
The area seemed clear so it was clear for him to make some movement and see what he was equiped with. Which was a knife, bionoculars, a map, and a small personal first aid kit.
"What am I a boyscout!?" He muttered to himself putting his small simple collection back into his pack.
He turned around and scanned the area still not seeing anything. All was quiet which seemed a scary thought in his head. Usually there was an enemy sentry close by when he started out on a mission but this time it seemed all clear.
Smudging mud and face paint all over himself and aquiring other means of camoflage Snake slowly headed out to the patrol base. He thought to himself that he could run there to save time but that would increase his noise and chances of being seen by an enemy sniper. Not to mention having to be wary of enemy patrol search groups and the dangerous wildlife around him.
Dave had to keep himself well fed not only because it's smart fact of life and survival but he would be able to concentrate better without an empty stomach. He was surrounded by trees and natural wildlife of course. The birds were found wistling in the tree canopy and the swamps infested with snakes and alligators. Most of the ground was just patches of tall grass and fallen tree limbs.
Snake had moved about a hundred feet through a small clearing when he heard quiet voices speaking in a foreign language.
"Sounds like Russian." He thought to himself while looking for the source of the voices.
He came up to a small drop off overlooking a small portion of the jungle. He hid himself in the tall grass and scanned carefully over the area. Just as he thought there were a small group of sentries positioned to view all 360 degrees of their sides. They moved right under the little drop off and were dressed in a russian camoflage and were equipped with AK-47 and a pistol the makarov which Snake noticed especially considering the troops from the Tanker incident were equipped with the same pistol.
Snake knew exactly how to dispose of the guards even though it was a seemingly impossible situation. He quietly slipped back from his hiding spot and went on the move. They would have needed weapons as well as information and food if he was lucky.
The russian guards had been patrolling the sector for nearly six hours. It was about midday and the sun still sat proudly in the sky beaming it's rays through the tree canopy. Bugs of all shapes and forms still buzzed around the area while monkies scattered through the trees playing. They were ready to take their noon break and head back to their base to grab something to eat and to sit around and joke about their superiors.
The lead guard motioned the others to start making their way to their base. Each guard tapped on the other's shoulder to hand signal the information. The last guard nodded in agreement and they made their way still using their formation. It was quiet as could be other than the occasional snap of a twig from a boot and the slow rustling of the equipment and cloth's. They made their way through some thick trees and matted down brush from where they came through earlier. When they all passed the guard positioned on the right made his visual pass left to right until he noticed from the corner of his eye that there was no rear guard. He motioned the other's to halt immediately and to quickly discuss what the situation could be.
They made their minds to search for the guard and they knew good and well that he had been captured quietly or killed and the job now was to find the enemy in the area and possibly the body of their comrade. More spaced out now the Russians backtracked throughout the heavy brush and wilderness.
Nothing was found and one went to backtrack even further leaving the other two behind still searching the brush. When all seemed clear the lead guard heard his comrade slump to the ground crying in pain. He turned around and was instantly knocked out from what felt like a log. Snake had hung from a tree and shot the first landing on the second. Dave had acquired his beloved pistol and first cherished it like a five year old would a new Christmas toy. And was especially lucky to find it silenced which was usually a rare find.
He held his little makarov closely and moved on to take the last guard. Dave had his hands covered with blood after killing off the first guard with his combat knife so he moved quickly to find the second guard and take him out.
The guard had made its way back to the area where Snake first spotted them. He looked around and found absolutly nothing which meant to turn around and head back to his remaining comrads.
The sentry was quickly suprised from behind by a knife to the throat and a strange accent of Russian.
"Who do you work for?" Snake sternly said tightening down the blade on the guards neck.
"Who are you!" spat the guard.
"Tell me who the leader of your group is!" He slightly started the cut on the guard.
"Gru! Gru Colonel!" The guard frantically paniced
"Stop Lying! We all know he's dead!"
"You Dog! How dare you talk of our leader like that!" The sentry started stuggling in a raging panic.
The fighting guard was almost to much for Snake to control and almost escaped his grasp until he made his slit on the neck. Blood spray from the artery peppered the surrounding tree's and grass. Dave hid the body the best he could and took off once again.
Somehow these Russian terrorist weren't aware of what happened to Sergei or Olga. Maybe it was a stray group that stayed behind and didn't know of Sergei's outcome from his mission in America. All this and More in Chapter 9 Eat or Be Eaten!