Disclaimer: Hideo made some characters, I did others, OK?
CHAPTER 2: TROOPERS N' GUNS
Snake was checking some papers. Mostly, records of his new unit, files, etc. Analyzing those wasn't very important, but right now Snake was feeling like a real "Six". Campbell must have felt like this.
Snake's age was starting to show? He was now confined to be a director? No, he would take place in infiltrations and combat, from what he remembered.
He was commanding relatives of his enemies? It was a Shakespearian sort of thing. People he killed, had families? And these families ended up under his command? Tough luck, he thought. It was interesting to know these guys, or at least sort of.
"Knock" The door sounded twice.
"Come in." Snake barked.
Raiden went in, still in uniform. His blond hair was shorter, and he quickly sat in front of Snake's desk.
"So, how does it feel like?"
"Good. For now. I wasn't explained, but what is Eclipse's mission,"
"Well, we are a Counter-Terrorism unit, specifically prepared against Next Generation Terrorist Threats."
"I see. What do you think of these guys, as in their skill?"
"They are simply, the best. Both Snipers are genius shooters, so are the Assault Shooters." Raiden explained.
"Ok. Do you think they will try to retaliate against me for. You know. Shadow Moses?" Snake was more that bothered for that matter.
"I've been with the Dead Cell BR's for two weeks and I wasn't murdered. But you should ask, Dr. Hanson, the unit's Psychologist." Raiden said.
"Do you know this woman, Sub Commander Monroe. I didn't find her file."
"She just got here. No idea who's BR she is, but she doesn't talk about it much."
"OK, I don't want to invade her privacy." Snake said, as he lit up a cigarette. "By the way, how's Otacon doing?"
"I saw him with Sergeant Slervansk."
"So, what kind of guy is this Slervansk?"
"Our best shooter, Sniper Wolf's BR, I think he was with the Kurdish rebels during the 2003 gulf conflict, took part in a couple of serious green beret ops in Northern Iraq and Baghdad." Raiden stopped for a second. "Nice guy." He complemented.
"What 'bout the other one?"
"You mean Nikolai? Vamp“s BR? Good player. Kinda picky with his shooting partners."
"Well, Slervansk isn't rookie either." Snake took a puff out of his cigarette.
"Yeah. Top record on VR sniping, at least in time. Neither of them seem bad guys, but "
He stopped.
"You wouldn't show 'em your back" Snake smiled.
"Pretty much."
"Gotcha. So, what weapons are we choosing?"
"OK, we need a low caliber pistol, a high caliber pistol, a sub-machinegun, an Assault Rifle, and a Light Machinegun." Raiden explained. He looked way tougher now, he spoke more naturally about the business.
Snake thought for a second. "Well, the Beretta M92F is out of question for low caliber. SOCOM for high caliber. What you think for SMG's?"
"MP5 is quite popular. .And easy to get. I got a thing for Heckler & Koch stuff, you know." Raiden grinned, as Snake putted down his cigarette.
"I see. M4A1's for Assault Rifles?" Snake asked.
"I don't know. G36's are good too. Any ideas for Bullpup rifles?"
"FAMAS?" Snake sunk into his chair. "Brings me bad memories. Steyr AUG?"
"Your choice" Raiden said.
"G36K then. Do we have access to 5,56 x 45mm NATO rounds?"
"You want it, you got it" Raiden threw himself to the back of the chair. "One of the advantages of the Counter-Terrorism business. You can shoot bastards with what you got."
"Great."
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The shooting gallery was set. The bunches of soldiers were hanging there.
"Hey, ya', Rodriguez!" Machuttes called. "What if we unload some rounds?" The bulky man said. They were all on military personnel uniforms, and berets. He was laid on a chair, next to the pistol range, while the rest were standing around him in a threatening way.
"Ok, Elijah, Nadia, Your in?"
"Always a pleasure to beat a Yankee" The Russian private said.
"Elijah?"
"I just can't refuse showing you a lesson" The sharpshooter laughed. "Why would that be?"
"You still owe me five bucks, Master Sergeant" Joshua stood up.
"Ok, so we are gonna shoot with what?" Rodriguez. A Latin tall man smiled at his three comrades.
"Pistols, like real men" Sergeant Slervansk made a funny voice while saying it, resembling a drill sergeant.
"Sarge, I expected you to learn and return with your accuracy rifles"
"Some people just never learn" Nadia laughed. "So, nine millimeters?"
"OK" Machuttes said, with a huge smile. "Everyone pick your guns!"
"Browning, chico listo" Laughed Sean Rodriguez.
"Sig Sauer is good for me" Nadia went to get them. How bout ya', Sarges?
"Glock C17 for me" Machuttes said with a loud voice.
"Weird. A big guy with a polymer gun" Rodriguez joked.
"Hey, I was going for Desert Eagle, but ya guys are afraid of the good old' .50"
"M9 Beretta for me!" "Sarge" Slervansk said. "Elite version if possible" Their guns were on the table, in front of them, eight shooting ranges. They were only going to use four, anyways.
Four guns cocked 15 rounds in each's magazine.
"Here we go!" Nadia shouted out.
"That's odd, Elijah" Josh made a scary voice. "You're going for Beretta?"
"It reminds me of my teachers, the Men and Women of the US Special Operation Forces."
"Green Berets" Joshua mocked. "They think they are so tough."
The targets were ready, and all four guns fired almost simultaneously.
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"Lemme tell ya' " Corporal Bogart called everyone, holding a glass of water. "I can bet ya that "exercise" tonight will be another cheapo "Non- Existing-Terrorists-Run-Of-The-Mill-Exercise" just with "the legend" watching us."
"Not so simple." John R. Dolph said, sitting in his char, at the white dinner table. "Likely we will have real life procedure, maybe even with FOX- HOUND recruits playing terrorists"
"I can bet they'll do their role well." Corporal "Nick" was in a really uncomfortable seat, but he didn't care, actually.
"The "Legend". Remind me; didn't any of the FOX-HOUND BR's tried to kill him or anything?" Bogart asked, looking at both his partners.
"The privates weren't even able to know it was him so no. Sergeant First Machuttes and Master Sergeant Slervansk worry me the most." Dolph recalled. "They were fully briefed on Shadow Moses Island incidents."
"I don't know shit bout' Machuttes, but Slervansk ." Nick thought for a second. "He's just not the killer kinda' guy."
"Go figure." Dolph leaned towards the table. "I shot some rounds with Sgt Machuttes, he's no violent person, just."
"Misunderstood?" Bogart grinned.
"Well."
"Listen, we're having the exercise in a couple of hours, we should be training with our Weapons, you know." "Let's hit the range. The FOX BR's are still in there, but they'll leave soon."
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The lights were out. The training building was ready: Hours of preparation, setting wooden doors, fake walls, a cardboard battlefield. It simulated a three story abandoned estate. Three entrances. Twelve Neo-FOX-HOUND reserves playing terrorists. Pellet guns. Tons of cameras. A cardboard, combat Reality Show set. An Eclipse exercise. "Hello everybody" Snake was dressed as a commander. He felt like Roy Campbell, watching eight Eclipse Agents from seats. "This is my first exercise with you, and I really would like to give you a word. But I'll give you briefing" A few chuckles, likely Private Rodriguez.
"You have a three story training structure. With the three entrances: The front door, the rooftop, and the sewers. An entry from the front might end up in carnage from both sides. From the rooftop, we will have to throw ourselves from a helicopter, and the sewers might be locked. I'll send teams of two through each entry. You will enter and rescue two hostages. Rodriguez and Slonoskvo, take the front door. Bogart and Monroe take the sewers. Dolph and Machuttes will hit the rooftop. As always, Slervansk will be the Sharpshooter and Amerstraus will be his observer. In the whole exercise we will be using new Maximum Stopping Power-Minimal Penetration pellets fired from both teams. We will be using Kevlar protection and combat gear to protect yourselves from the enemy fire: They won't hurt you, but certainly knock you off your feet. Our Strategical Advisor, William Sharp, will be the referee for both teams. Also, for explosives, we will be using low power Semtex, it won't kill you, if you stick to protection. We'll be using MP5 Sub-Machine-Guns for the Assault Shooters, except for Bogart and Machuttes, who will be using SPAS-12 shotguns. The Snipers are going to carry MSG-90A1 Rifles, all using MSP-MP pellets, besides Beretta M92FS handguns. We think FOX-HOUND reserves will be packing AK-47's and G3A3 rifles, mostly, but be on the lookout. " One hour later, an UH-60K helicopter and a truck were heading to the training structure. FOX-HOUND reserves were waiting for them already in position.
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"This is Sub-Commander Monroe. Sewer team, in position." She announced. Bob Bogart was walking behind her. Both of them had their weapons raised. The sewers were pitch black, illuminated by the Flash-Lights under their gun's barrel. Their uniforms were black too, both under 2 kilos of Kevlar Armor, and with protection Goggles. Red dots were in the middle of the light of the Flash-Lights: Laser Pointers.
"Wait." The Sub-Commander ordered. "Command, this is sewer team. The entry is blocked. Requesting authorization to demolish it."
"Wait!" Snake ordered from the radio. His Black Hawk Helicopter was hovering in circles, watching the Training Facility. He was sitting right in the cargo area of the helicopter, next to Elijah Slervansk, who was pointing his MSG-90 to the rooftop, waiting for an unsuspecting FOX-HOUND reserve rookie to knock him off with a training pellet. He was practically frozen. Only his spiky blonde hair moved with the helicopter. A FOX-HOUND rookie entered the rooftop, with a radio on his hand. ".If you blow it up, you are going to blow your cover: Stealth is a vital part of the sewer plan. Wait there. " --- The wooden front door was just in the middle of the Training Facility, known between the Eclipse Agents as "The Wooden Fortress". A Nomex-Covered hand touched the handle.
"Closed" Rodriguez announced.
"Shit" Snake shouted at the radio. "It's like a fucking fortress. The Sewer entranced is closed, the main entry too, and there's an armed guard watching the rooftop." Snake paused for a second. "..Wait. Bogart, head the main entrance. Monroe, watch the sewer, the tangos may try escaping there."
"Affirmative" Monroe said, as he pointed at the entrance with her MP-5.
"Roger Roger." Bogart said, and started running towards the entryway.
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"OK, I'm here!" Bogart said, practically grunting, at Sean and Nadia, who were expecting him with their silenced MP5's pointed downwards. The Balaclava didn't allow him from recognizing him, but he was the only team member without a perfectly shaped body.
"What you gonna do?" Rodriguez asked.
"Blow it up!" Bogart said, as he holstered his shotgun and started placing the Semtex.
"Check the windows for watchers!"
Sean approached silently the window. his MP-5 was pressed close to his chest, his head, covered by a black balaclava, moved upwards. No tangos on- sight. Except for. A FOX-HOUNDER with an AK! His head quickly went down.
"We have a bad guy!" Sean said, as he switched the safety off.
"I'm almost finished" Robert started plugging the detonator.
"You better get going" Nadia spoke silently. "Someone's coming." --- William Sharp had his headphones on, watching the action from a set of TV's in the Command Center.. His job was to analyze to combat and decided when a player was "Dead". Every helmet had a camera. He was interested in a FOX- HOUNDER's view. He was approaching the front door. --- "Huh?" The Foxhounder with an Ak-47 was closing to the door. "There's someone behind the door". "Must be nothing." His partner, holding an IMI UZI, was with his back against the wall, both suited in camo uniforms. "Check anyways"
He approached the door.
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"Ok, it's set!" Bogart warned, as he prepared his SPAS-12 and the detonator. "Get your SMG's ready" His partners were already prepared for the assault. "Now!"
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The foxhounder was almost at the door. His steps sounded in the squeaky wooden floor.
"Tic tic" Sounded behind the door. Could it be??
A huge explosion sounded, his eyes looked like plates as he saw the wooden door be thrown away flying by the explosion, and his body was too. He fell the ground harshly, as William Sharp's voice sounded on the radio.
"One dead! Foxhound 0, Eclipse 1!"
His partner could barely see because of the smoke. Al he heard it was that one of his partners had lost, but. What the fuck was that shadow coming??
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Bogart pointed his SPAS-12 towards the other player's head, and shot. Even thought the pellets couldn't kill, they certainly hurt. His enemy was screaming in pain, as he fell to the ground, playing dead.
"Dead! Foxhound 0, Eclipse 2!" Will's voice sounded on the radio. --- One of the foxhounders heard the shooting. "What the hell was that?" He prepared his G-3. "Hey, Tango 6!" He called his partner. "There's a couple of Eclipses Down there! " "Let's go!" A smoker voice said. Both ran downstairs.
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"Nadia! Rob! Watch your three!" Sean turned, and saw two camo soldiers with rifles. Nadia and Sean raised their MP-5's. Red dots were visible on their torsos. They pulled the triggers. Nadia's shots landed on the left soldier's chest, while Sean's impacted on the right's stomach.
"Two dead!" Sharp barked.
--- "OK, Entry team! Great shooting!" Snake said across the radio.
"Boss" Amerstraus called. "I think our pal just saw us." He was right: The foxhounder was staring at the black chopper!
"If he fires that AK, we're screwed" Charlie explained in a loud voice.
"Shit! Elijah! Fire!"
Sergeant Slervansk pointed his MSG-90 to the confused soldiers head. The soldier had an Italian flag on his arm. He calculated the bullet trajectory. And fired. A huge ball of fire appeared on the tip of the sniper rifle.
The 7,62mm x 51mm pellet flew across the sky, hitting violently the foxhounder's helmet, and knocking him unconscious. Better than real bullets. He fell silently to the ground. Elijah feared the impact had killed him.
"It's OK, his fine, but he will be considered dead on the exercise" William was reading a monitor, showing every soldier involving the exercise's vital signs. The soldier hit by Elijah, a former Italian NOCS, was alive, but unconscious.
"Great shot! That poor bastard didn't even know what hit him!" Snake shouted! "Dolph! Machuttes! Jump!" Both grabbed their fast-ropes and jumped out of the helicopter. Both landed smoothly, with their Sub-machineguns and Shotguns ready for combat. They approached the stairs fast, as Charlie moved out.
Both of them entered, and got spotted: Every nerve in Josh's body tensed as he heard the sound of a G3A3 Assault Rifle being fired, and fake pellets flying across the wooden stairs. Josh was frozen: he couldn't move, not even scream. John, instead started shouting and started firing his MP-5 like there was no tomorrow. For him, there wasn't.
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Rodriguez, Bogart and Slonoskvo headed up stairs to the second floor, when they heard gunshots. Something odd was going on.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bogart asked.
"Who said that?" An unknown, distant voice answered. A Foxhounder. His eyes were blank, but he turned his AK down and simply pressed the trigger. All three took cover, but they were unable to fight back.
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The pellets crushed into the "terrorist" 's arms and legs.
"Dead!" Sharp shouted again. Josh recovered and both of them started running again. -They saw a terrorist, shooting his AK madly. Josh didn't doubt this time: He fired over three shots in over a second. The exercise player fell. They detected movement and raised their guns: Nothing, three of their partners, Rodriguez, Slonoskvo and Bogart joined them.
"Josh, Johnny, what the hell's going on?" Bogart asked.
"I don't know." Joshua answered automatically, since he was the most highly ranked officer there. "Search the floor."
"Guys." A voice sounded through the radios. "This is commander Snake. You heard him. I have just detected three hostiles and a hostage heading the sewer escape way. Katya is covering it: But she won't hold on against three hostiles. Joshua, John, go take 'em out. The rest, search for the other hostage."
The squad moved out.
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"Hey! Guys!" Nadia was suing her Directional Microphone against a door. "There are three people there. One sounds scared. The others are strangely calmed."
"Well." Bogart started thinking. "The scared one is a hostage. A good actor, by the way. The others must be foxhounders on Diazepam or something."
"Let's go then" Rodriguez said, while cocking his MP-5. --- A foxhounder looked at his hostage. He was recruited by a counter-terrorist unit: Now he acted like a terrorist? It must be a "Get-into-the-bastards- shoes" kinda thing, he thought. Suddenly, he saw the door being violently opened. A flashbang. Then, a explosion, when he couldn't see or hear. Instead of white and a blast. --- Nadia started running into the room. She was scared, but she handled it pretty much like a man. Pretty much like Meryl Silverbourgh, according to Snake. She looked around, feeling everything in slow motion: Two confused terrorists. And a very scared hostage. She run towards him, and shot a quick burst against one of them:
Missed, all three bullets impacted beside the confused foxhounder's head. Then Sean entered, pointing the MP-5 at the same "terrorist" 's head. The pellets made the sound of a baseball bat. He fell unconscious. The other one, shaking his head, returned to see things normally, only to see Robert Bogart entering and knocking him out with a kind of rubber baton shot from a shotgun.
"Sir, hostage secured." --- Machuttes and Dolph saw them: Three foxhounders and a man wearing a white shirt, the hostage: "You too, keep em' busy! I'll move the hostage out!" The guy that looked like the leader shouted and started running, practically dragging the hostage. Both of the others opened fire blindly: The second later, both of them fell to the ground, with their faces bruised and falling in strange ways, but alive. But before they figured it out, the third one had escape through the sewer.
"Fuck!" Dolph shouted out.
---
The terrorist had escaped with a hostage. Even though almost all his partners were eliminated, his team had practically won. He just had to reach the exit. Then, he noticed it: There was a woman pointing her MP-5 to his nose. And she fired. --- "Exercise over" Otacon announced to the squad members, all reunited at the exit of the "Wooden Fortress". "The other Foxhounders have left, seeing that they horribly lost the exercise" He remarked with a grin, "Fortunately, they are all OK. Most of them have bruises because of the pellets, and the guy Elijah shot in the head has a bad headache, but he'll be OK. The only one hurt is the last one, whom Katya shot point-blank and has his nose broken. But he'll be fine, eventually. Other than that, we did well, especially the entry team, who acted very well, and Elijah, who made quite a remarkable shot in the rooftop. We'll have another exercise tomorrow morning, so take a bath, relax. You'll have your meeting with us in alphabetic order. Break lines."
"Yes sir!"
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Author's note: Long chapter, isn't it? I really enjoyed writing, but it's hellishly tiring. I will try to post more often; I'm having a real deal of action in school.
CHAPTER 2: TROOPERS N' GUNS
Snake was checking some papers. Mostly, records of his new unit, files, etc. Analyzing those wasn't very important, but right now Snake was feeling like a real "Six". Campbell must have felt like this.
Snake's age was starting to show? He was now confined to be a director? No, he would take place in infiltrations and combat, from what he remembered.
He was commanding relatives of his enemies? It was a Shakespearian sort of thing. People he killed, had families? And these families ended up under his command? Tough luck, he thought. It was interesting to know these guys, or at least sort of.
"Knock" The door sounded twice.
"Come in." Snake barked.
Raiden went in, still in uniform. His blond hair was shorter, and he quickly sat in front of Snake's desk.
"So, how does it feel like?"
"Good. For now. I wasn't explained, but what is Eclipse's mission,"
"Well, we are a Counter-Terrorism unit, specifically prepared against Next Generation Terrorist Threats."
"I see. What do you think of these guys, as in their skill?"
"They are simply, the best. Both Snipers are genius shooters, so are the Assault Shooters." Raiden explained.
"Ok. Do you think they will try to retaliate against me for. You know. Shadow Moses?" Snake was more that bothered for that matter.
"I've been with the Dead Cell BR's for two weeks and I wasn't murdered. But you should ask, Dr. Hanson, the unit's Psychologist." Raiden said.
"Do you know this woman, Sub Commander Monroe. I didn't find her file."
"She just got here. No idea who's BR she is, but she doesn't talk about it much."
"OK, I don't want to invade her privacy." Snake said, as he lit up a cigarette. "By the way, how's Otacon doing?"
"I saw him with Sergeant Slervansk."
"So, what kind of guy is this Slervansk?"
"Our best shooter, Sniper Wolf's BR, I think he was with the Kurdish rebels during the 2003 gulf conflict, took part in a couple of serious green beret ops in Northern Iraq and Baghdad." Raiden stopped for a second. "Nice guy." He complemented.
"What 'bout the other one?"
"You mean Nikolai? Vamp“s BR? Good player. Kinda picky with his shooting partners."
"Well, Slervansk isn't rookie either." Snake took a puff out of his cigarette.
"Yeah. Top record on VR sniping, at least in time. Neither of them seem bad guys, but "
He stopped.
"You wouldn't show 'em your back" Snake smiled.
"Pretty much."
"Gotcha. So, what weapons are we choosing?"
"OK, we need a low caliber pistol, a high caliber pistol, a sub-machinegun, an Assault Rifle, and a Light Machinegun." Raiden explained. He looked way tougher now, he spoke more naturally about the business.
Snake thought for a second. "Well, the Beretta M92F is out of question for low caliber. SOCOM for high caliber. What you think for SMG's?"
"MP5 is quite popular. .And easy to get. I got a thing for Heckler & Koch stuff, you know." Raiden grinned, as Snake putted down his cigarette.
"I see. M4A1's for Assault Rifles?" Snake asked.
"I don't know. G36's are good too. Any ideas for Bullpup rifles?"
"FAMAS?" Snake sunk into his chair. "Brings me bad memories. Steyr AUG?"
"Your choice" Raiden said.
"G36K then. Do we have access to 5,56 x 45mm NATO rounds?"
"You want it, you got it" Raiden threw himself to the back of the chair. "One of the advantages of the Counter-Terrorism business. You can shoot bastards with what you got."
"Great."
---
The shooting gallery was set. The bunches of soldiers were hanging there.
"Hey, ya', Rodriguez!" Machuttes called. "What if we unload some rounds?" The bulky man said. They were all on military personnel uniforms, and berets. He was laid on a chair, next to the pistol range, while the rest were standing around him in a threatening way.
"Ok, Elijah, Nadia, Your in?"
"Always a pleasure to beat a Yankee" The Russian private said.
"Elijah?"
"I just can't refuse showing you a lesson" The sharpshooter laughed. "Why would that be?"
"You still owe me five bucks, Master Sergeant" Joshua stood up.
"Ok, so we are gonna shoot with what?" Rodriguez. A Latin tall man smiled at his three comrades.
"Pistols, like real men" Sergeant Slervansk made a funny voice while saying it, resembling a drill sergeant.
"Sarge, I expected you to learn and return with your accuracy rifles"
"Some people just never learn" Nadia laughed. "So, nine millimeters?"
"OK" Machuttes said, with a huge smile. "Everyone pick your guns!"
"Browning, chico listo" Laughed Sean Rodriguez.
"Sig Sauer is good for me" Nadia went to get them. How bout ya', Sarges?
"Glock C17 for me" Machuttes said with a loud voice.
"Weird. A big guy with a polymer gun" Rodriguez joked.
"Hey, I was going for Desert Eagle, but ya guys are afraid of the good old' .50"
"M9 Beretta for me!" "Sarge" Slervansk said. "Elite version if possible" Their guns were on the table, in front of them, eight shooting ranges. They were only going to use four, anyways.
Four guns cocked 15 rounds in each's magazine.
"Here we go!" Nadia shouted out.
"That's odd, Elijah" Josh made a scary voice. "You're going for Beretta?"
"It reminds me of my teachers, the Men and Women of the US Special Operation Forces."
"Green Berets" Joshua mocked. "They think they are so tough."
The targets were ready, and all four guns fired almost simultaneously.
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"Lemme tell ya' " Corporal Bogart called everyone, holding a glass of water. "I can bet ya that "exercise" tonight will be another cheapo "Non- Existing-Terrorists-Run-Of-The-Mill-Exercise" just with "the legend" watching us."
"Not so simple." John R. Dolph said, sitting in his char, at the white dinner table. "Likely we will have real life procedure, maybe even with FOX- HOUND recruits playing terrorists"
"I can bet they'll do their role well." Corporal "Nick" was in a really uncomfortable seat, but he didn't care, actually.
"The "Legend". Remind me; didn't any of the FOX-HOUND BR's tried to kill him or anything?" Bogart asked, looking at both his partners.
"The privates weren't even able to know it was him so no. Sergeant First Machuttes and Master Sergeant Slervansk worry me the most." Dolph recalled. "They were fully briefed on Shadow Moses Island incidents."
"I don't know shit bout' Machuttes, but Slervansk ." Nick thought for a second. "He's just not the killer kinda' guy."
"Go figure." Dolph leaned towards the table. "I shot some rounds with Sgt Machuttes, he's no violent person, just."
"Misunderstood?" Bogart grinned.
"Well."
"Listen, we're having the exercise in a couple of hours, we should be training with our Weapons, you know." "Let's hit the range. The FOX BR's are still in there, but they'll leave soon."
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The lights were out. The training building was ready: Hours of preparation, setting wooden doors, fake walls, a cardboard battlefield. It simulated a three story abandoned estate. Three entrances. Twelve Neo-FOX-HOUND reserves playing terrorists. Pellet guns. Tons of cameras. A cardboard, combat Reality Show set. An Eclipse exercise. "Hello everybody" Snake was dressed as a commander. He felt like Roy Campbell, watching eight Eclipse Agents from seats. "This is my first exercise with you, and I really would like to give you a word. But I'll give you briefing" A few chuckles, likely Private Rodriguez.
"You have a three story training structure. With the three entrances: The front door, the rooftop, and the sewers. An entry from the front might end up in carnage from both sides. From the rooftop, we will have to throw ourselves from a helicopter, and the sewers might be locked. I'll send teams of two through each entry. You will enter and rescue two hostages. Rodriguez and Slonoskvo, take the front door. Bogart and Monroe take the sewers. Dolph and Machuttes will hit the rooftop. As always, Slervansk will be the Sharpshooter and Amerstraus will be his observer. In the whole exercise we will be using new Maximum Stopping Power-Minimal Penetration pellets fired from both teams. We will be using Kevlar protection and combat gear to protect yourselves from the enemy fire: They won't hurt you, but certainly knock you off your feet. Our Strategical Advisor, William Sharp, will be the referee for both teams. Also, for explosives, we will be using low power Semtex, it won't kill you, if you stick to protection. We'll be using MP5 Sub-Machine-Guns for the Assault Shooters, except for Bogart and Machuttes, who will be using SPAS-12 shotguns. The Snipers are going to carry MSG-90A1 Rifles, all using MSP-MP pellets, besides Beretta M92FS handguns. We think FOX-HOUND reserves will be packing AK-47's and G3A3 rifles, mostly, but be on the lookout. " One hour later, an UH-60K helicopter and a truck were heading to the training structure. FOX-HOUND reserves were waiting for them already in position.
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"This is Sub-Commander Monroe. Sewer team, in position." She announced. Bob Bogart was walking behind her. Both of them had their weapons raised. The sewers were pitch black, illuminated by the Flash-Lights under their gun's barrel. Their uniforms were black too, both under 2 kilos of Kevlar Armor, and with protection Goggles. Red dots were in the middle of the light of the Flash-Lights: Laser Pointers.
"Wait." The Sub-Commander ordered. "Command, this is sewer team. The entry is blocked. Requesting authorization to demolish it."
"Wait!" Snake ordered from the radio. His Black Hawk Helicopter was hovering in circles, watching the Training Facility. He was sitting right in the cargo area of the helicopter, next to Elijah Slervansk, who was pointing his MSG-90 to the rooftop, waiting for an unsuspecting FOX-HOUND reserve rookie to knock him off with a training pellet. He was practically frozen. Only his spiky blonde hair moved with the helicopter. A FOX-HOUND rookie entered the rooftop, with a radio on his hand. ".If you blow it up, you are going to blow your cover: Stealth is a vital part of the sewer plan. Wait there. " --- The wooden front door was just in the middle of the Training Facility, known between the Eclipse Agents as "The Wooden Fortress". A Nomex-Covered hand touched the handle.
"Closed" Rodriguez announced.
"Shit" Snake shouted at the radio. "It's like a fucking fortress. The Sewer entranced is closed, the main entry too, and there's an armed guard watching the rooftop." Snake paused for a second. "..Wait. Bogart, head the main entrance. Monroe, watch the sewer, the tangos may try escaping there."
"Affirmative" Monroe said, as he pointed at the entrance with her MP-5.
"Roger Roger." Bogart said, and started running towards the entryway.
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"OK, I'm here!" Bogart said, practically grunting, at Sean and Nadia, who were expecting him with their silenced MP5's pointed downwards. The Balaclava didn't allow him from recognizing him, but he was the only team member without a perfectly shaped body.
"What you gonna do?" Rodriguez asked.
"Blow it up!" Bogart said, as he holstered his shotgun and started placing the Semtex.
"Check the windows for watchers!"
Sean approached silently the window. his MP-5 was pressed close to his chest, his head, covered by a black balaclava, moved upwards. No tangos on- sight. Except for. A FOX-HOUNDER with an AK! His head quickly went down.
"We have a bad guy!" Sean said, as he switched the safety off.
"I'm almost finished" Robert started plugging the detonator.
"You better get going" Nadia spoke silently. "Someone's coming." --- William Sharp had his headphones on, watching the action from a set of TV's in the Command Center.. His job was to analyze to combat and decided when a player was "Dead". Every helmet had a camera. He was interested in a FOX- HOUNDER's view. He was approaching the front door. --- "Huh?" The Foxhounder with an Ak-47 was closing to the door. "There's someone behind the door". "Must be nothing." His partner, holding an IMI UZI, was with his back against the wall, both suited in camo uniforms. "Check anyways"
He approached the door.
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"Ok, it's set!" Bogart warned, as he prepared his SPAS-12 and the detonator. "Get your SMG's ready" His partners were already prepared for the assault. "Now!"
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The foxhounder was almost at the door. His steps sounded in the squeaky wooden floor.
"Tic tic" Sounded behind the door. Could it be??
A huge explosion sounded, his eyes looked like plates as he saw the wooden door be thrown away flying by the explosion, and his body was too. He fell the ground harshly, as William Sharp's voice sounded on the radio.
"One dead! Foxhound 0, Eclipse 1!"
His partner could barely see because of the smoke. Al he heard it was that one of his partners had lost, but. What the fuck was that shadow coming??
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Bogart pointed his SPAS-12 towards the other player's head, and shot. Even thought the pellets couldn't kill, they certainly hurt. His enemy was screaming in pain, as he fell to the ground, playing dead.
"Dead! Foxhound 0, Eclipse 2!" Will's voice sounded on the radio. --- One of the foxhounders heard the shooting. "What the hell was that?" He prepared his G-3. "Hey, Tango 6!" He called his partner. "There's a couple of Eclipses Down there! " "Let's go!" A smoker voice said. Both ran downstairs.
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"Nadia! Rob! Watch your three!" Sean turned, and saw two camo soldiers with rifles. Nadia and Sean raised their MP-5's. Red dots were visible on their torsos. They pulled the triggers. Nadia's shots landed on the left soldier's chest, while Sean's impacted on the right's stomach.
"Two dead!" Sharp barked.
--- "OK, Entry team! Great shooting!" Snake said across the radio.
"Boss" Amerstraus called. "I think our pal just saw us." He was right: The foxhounder was staring at the black chopper!
"If he fires that AK, we're screwed" Charlie explained in a loud voice.
"Shit! Elijah! Fire!"
Sergeant Slervansk pointed his MSG-90 to the confused soldiers head. The soldier had an Italian flag on his arm. He calculated the bullet trajectory. And fired. A huge ball of fire appeared on the tip of the sniper rifle.
The 7,62mm x 51mm pellet flew across the sky, hitting violently the foxhounder's helmet, and knocking him unconscious. Better than real bullets. He fell silently to the ground. Elijah feared the impact had killed him.
"It's OK, his fine, but he will be considered dead on the exercise" William was reading a monitor, showing every soldier involving the exercise's vital signs. The soldier hit by Elijah, a former Italian NOCS, was alive, but unconscious.
"Great shot! That poor bastard didn't even know what hit him!" Snake shouted! "Dolph! Machuttes! Jump!" Both grabbed their fast-ropes and jumped out of the helicopter. Both landed smoothly, with their Sub-machineguns and Shotguns ready for combat. They approached the stairs fast, as Charlie moved out.
Both of them entered, and got spotted: Every nerve in Josh's body tensed as he heard the sound of a G3A3 Assault Rifle being fired, and fake pellets flying across the wooden stairs. Josh was frozen: he couldn't move, not even scream. John, instead started shouting and started firing his MP-5 like there was no tomorrow. For him, there wasn't.
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Rodriguez, Bogart and Slonoskvo headed up stairs to the second floor, when they heard gunshots. Something odd was going on.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bogart asked.
"Who said that?" An unknown, distant voice answered. A Foxhounder. His eyes were blank, but he turned his AK down and simply pressed the trigger. All three took cover, but they were unable to fight back.
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The pellets crushed into the "terrorist" 's arms and legs.
"Dead!" Sharp shouted again. Josh recovered and both of them started running again. -They saw a terrorist, shooting his AK madly. Josh didn't doubt this time: He fired over three shots in over a second. The exercise player fell. They detected movement and raised their guns: Nothing, three of their partners, Rodriguez, Slonoskvo and Bogart joined them.
"Josh, Johnny, what the hell's going on?" Bogart asked.
"I don't know." Joshua answered automatically, since he was the most highly ranked officer there. "Search the floor."
"Guys." A voice sounded through the radios. "This is commander Snake. You heard him. I have just detected three hostiles and a hostage heading the sewer escape way. Katya is covering it: But she won't hold on against three hostiles. Joshua, John, go take 'em out. The rest, search for the other hostage."
The squad moved out.
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"Hey! Guys!" Nadia was suing her Directional Microphone against a door. "There are three people there. One sounds scared. The others are strangely calmed."
"Well." Bogart started thinking. "The scared one is a hostage. A good actor, by the way. The others must be foxhounders on Diazepam or something."
"Let's go then" Rodriguez said, while cocking his MP-5. --- A foxhounder looked at his hostage. He was recruited by a counter-terrorist unit: Now he acted like a terrorist? It must be a "Get-into-the-bastards- shoes" kinda thing, he thought. Suddenly, he saw the door being violently opened. A flashbang. Then, a explosion, when he couldn't see or hear. Instead of white and a blast. --- Nadia started running into the room. She was scared, but she handled it pretty much like a man. Pretty much like Meryl Silverbourgh, according to Snake. She looked around, feeling everything in slow motion: Two confused terrorists. And a very scared hostage. She run towards him, and shot a quick burst against one of them:
Missed, all three bullets impacted beside the confused foxhounder's head. Then Sean entered, pointing the MP-5 at the same "terrorist" 's head. The pellets made the sound of a baseball bat. He fell unconscious. The other one, shaking his head, returned to see things normally, only to see Robert Bogart entering and knocking him out with a kind of rubber baton shot from a shotgun.
"Sir, hostage secured." --- Machuttes and Dolph saw them: Three foxhounders and a man wearing a white shirt, the hostage: "You too, keep em' busy! I'll move the hostage out!" The guy that looked like the leader shouted and started running, practically dragging the hostage. Both of the others opened fire blindly: The second later, both of them fell to the ground, with their faces bruised and falling in strange ways, but alive. But before they figured it out, the third one had escape through the sewer.
"Fuck!" Dolph shouted out.
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The terrorist had escaped with a hostage. Even though almost all his partners were eliminated, his team had practically won. He just had to reach the exit. Then, he noticed it: There was a woman pointing her MP-5 to his nose. And she fired. --- "Exercise over" Otacon announced to the squad members, all reunited at the exit of the "Wooden Fortress". "The other Foxhounders have left, seeing that they horribly lost the exercise" He remarked with a grin, "Fortunately, they are all OK. Most of them have bruises because of the pellets, and the guy Elijah shot in the head has a bad headache, but he'll be OK. The only one hurt is the last one, whom Katya shot point-blank and has his nose broken. But he'll be fine, eventually. Other than that, we did well, especially the entry team, who acted very well, and Elijah, who made quite a remarkable shot in the rooftop. We'll have another exercise tomorrow morning, so take a bath, relax. You'll have your meeting with us in alphabetic order. Break lines."
"Yes sir!"
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Author's note: Long chapter, isn't it? I really enjoyed writing, but it's hellishly tiring. I will try to post more often; I'm having a real deal of action in school.
