"Clink, clink, clink.." Three shells fell to the cold tiled floor, echoing
shrilly through the long halls of the compound.
"Otacon, Snake here. It seems that there are no signs of any one being here..wait, hold on!" The sounds of gunshots cracked and distorted the airwaves, as Snake was ambushed by a number of terrorists. They were wearing black ski masks, like typical terrorists, except they didn't move the same; they darted left and right their movements would be a mere blur to the untrained eye. Snake continued to bob and weave, rolling behind walls, using his usual tactical maneuvers, this was like instinct for him. He stopped for a second, as he was crouched down , his back pressed firmly against the wall. His ears perked up, listening to the sounds of the shells falling to the floor. "Clink, clink, clink.." They continued to fall, as the bullets continued to fly; there was never a pause in the action, hot searing lead continued to rip through the air; never reloading. He reached down into one of the pockets that were lined down his black jacket, he pulled out a fragmentation grenade. With his middle finger he pulled the pin, and held down the lever along the perimeter. He timed the intervals between bullets, down to milliseconds. He began to count in his head.
"One..two..three..!" He flung the grenade over his shoulder, he waited, listening for the sound of the grenade striking the ground, but he heard none. Everything was suddenly silent, his vision began to blur. Snake wasn't sure whether the action had stopped, or he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He began to feel a coldness trickling down his bottom lip, he wiped his lip to see blood smeared across his gray gloves. His eyes shifted down to his vest, where blood was slowly finding it way down his chest, slowly being absorbed by his vest. Soon enough Snake was fully enveloped by darkness, his whole body was numb, his SOCOM fell out of his grip falling towards the ground. "Clink.."
"Listen up Marines! At 0200 last night the intelligence leak was confirmed, small German and Russian terrorist organizations now have the blueprints, and technical read-outs of our experimental prototype, Alpha Gear." A wave of seriousness had overcome the small briefing room, even the most battle hardened Marines in the room had a look of worry in their eyes. "At 1200 hours today, the President sent out a request for a small taskforce to be sent to overseas to retrieve this information. This taskforce will consist of the elite of the United State's military forces. Commander Gray, you will be assigned to be the tactical leader of this taskforce, which will hereby be known as AGRF."
A man of 6'4" would stand up in the crowd, he would salute the General and exit towards the rear of the room. He walked down the hall casually walking down towards the MBR, or Mission Briefing Room, his azure eyes gleaming in the fluorescent light of the hallway. He would take his seat around the table in this room, sitting next to a Navy SEAL. "Now I see that all of you are here, we will begin the briefing for this mission, codenamed operation Red Delta. As you have already heard two terrorist organizations, one based in Germany, the other in Russia has the information to build Alpha Gear, a bipedal tank capable of launching a Nuclear strike from anywhere in the world. If you boys will follow me to the Armory, I will brief to you on the way." The Secretary of Defense, James Carver would stand up from his chair, nodding to the rest of the man that stood around him.
"Otacon, Snake here. It seems that there are no signs of any one being here..wait, hold on!" The sounds of gunshots cracked and distorted the airwaves, as Snake was ambushed by a number of terrorists. They were wearing black ski masks, like typical terrorists, except they didn't move the same; they darted left and right their movements would be a mere blur to the untrained eye. Snake continued to bob and weave, rolling behind walls, using his usual tactical maneuvers, this was like instinct for him. He stopped for a second, as he was crouched down , his back pressed firmly against the wall. His ears perked up, listening to the sounds of the shells falling to the floor. "Clink, clink, clink.." They continued to fall, as the bullets continued to fly; there was never a pause in the action, hot searing lead continued to rip through the air; never reloading. He reached down into one of the pockets that were lined down his black jacket, he pulled out a fragmentation grenade. With his middle finger he pulled the pin, and held down the lever along the perimeter. He timed the intervals between bullets, down to milliseconds. He began to count in his head.
"One..two..three..!" He flung the grenade over his shoulder, he waited, listening for the sound of the grenade striking the ground, but he heard none. Everything was suddenly silent, his vision began to blur. Snake wasn't sure whether the action had stopped, or he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He began to feel a coldness trickling down his bottom lip, he wiped his lip to see blood smeared across his gray gloves. His eyes shifted down to his vest, where blood was slowly finding it way down his chest, slowly being absorbed by his vest. Soon enough Snake was fully enveloped by darkness, his whole body was numb, his SOCOM fell out of his grip falling towards the ground. "Clink.."
"Listen up Marines! At 0200 last night the intelligence leak was confirmed, small German and Russian terrorist organizations now have the blueprints, and technical read-outs of our experimental prototype, Alpha Gear." A wave of seriousness had overcome the small briefing room, even the most battle hardened Marines in the room had a look of worry in their eyes. "At 1200 hours today, the President sent out a request for a small taskforce to be sent to overseas to retrieve this information. This taskforce will consist of the elite of the United State's military forces. Commander Gray, you will be assigned to be the tactical leader of this taskforce, which will hereby be known as AGRF."
A man of 6'4" would stand up in the crowd, he would salute the General and exit towards the rear of the room. He walked down the hall casually walking down towards the MBR, or Mission Briefing Room, his azure eyes gleaming in the fluorescent light of the hallway. He would take his seat around the table in this room, sitting next to a Navy SEAL. "Now I see that all of you are here, we will begin the briefing for this mission, codenamed operation Red Delta. As you have already heard two terrorist organizations, one based in Germany, the other in Russia has the information to build Alpha Gear, a bipedal tank capable of launching a Nuclear strike from anywhere in the world. If you boys will follow me to the Armory, I will brief to you on the way." The Secretary of Defense, James Carver would stand up from his chair, nodding to the rest of the man that stood around him.