Chronicles of Snake: Book 1; Tales of Russia
Chapter 2
Snakes answered the call. "Snake," sounded the familiar semi-Russian accent. The mental screen was fuzzy, so he couldn't tell who it was - but he had a good idea.
"Ocelot!?!" cried a shocked Snake. 'How does he know I'm here?' he thought. "Who is this!?! Is it you Ocelot!?" The voice on the other side just laughed.
"You'll find out soon enough..." and the transmission ended. Snake's heart pounded...he knew there'd be an ambush nearby. He quickly called up Otacon.
"OTACON! Who the hell was that!?! Are there any enemies in the vicinity!?" shouted Snake. He breathed deeply.
"Calm down Snake! There's still no human life within about 200 metres! For all we know...oh, wait! Snake, there's a high electro-count coming from near your position. About 4-5 metres away....infact, it's above our level..." but, before Otacon could finish, he let out a gasp. "Something's happening! The electronic field is huge! Get outta there Snake, somethings above you, and I doubt it's a welcome party!" finished Otacon as he ended the communication...
Snake looked up. Too late, "shit." Snake ran off to the closest door as the roof opened up, shedding the morning light into the Dock. It opened enough for the sun to be visible through Snake's eye...then, something big blocked his sight of the sky...
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"Damnit! Raiden, we need you to get to the nearest Naval Base now! We have transport and your equipment ready, you need the find Snake!" cried the man on the phone. Raiden crumpled his face and moaned, he'd only just got back from his last mission...
"Right, whatever. Where's the destination?" he asked. The man on the phone sighed.
"A nuclear facility in Russia. You'll need to eat as much as you can to keep your energy up, it's a ground insertion. You'll have to make your way through a nearby town and many checkpoints to reach the DP," he replied.
"Have I a contact?" questioned Raiden through his cell phone. He was parked in a lay-by close to the mall.
"Yes. He goes by the name of 'Hayter'. Sounds fishy," replied the man. Raiden knew he was in for a tough ride. He was sick of being a message boy...his only "true" mission was the Plant a few months ago.
"OK, I'm on the way...but why are the Navy involved? I thought we were independent?" queried Raiden as the man on the phone sounded though he was getting impatient.
"Damnit Raiden! Just get to the Base!" answered the man as he slammed the phone down.
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Snake was lying on the cold concrete floor - unconcious. Every now and then the camera would become active and sweep the room. Snake drooled as his mouth drooped towards the ground.
--TWO HOURS LATER--
"Wakey wakey, Snake..." said that Russian voice. Snake's eyes opened and he saw a blurred, grey floor, bits of dark red splattered around. "Yes, you truly are a Snake. Snake's belong on the ground, and they all deserve to DIE!" he cried as Snake recieved a kick to the lower ribs. "Ugh...." moaned Snake as he coughed up some blood.
"Get on your feet Snake," he whispered. Snake tried but he felt his abdomen give way, and he just collapsed again. "Get him up," ordered the man. Two soldiers approached Snake's sides and grabbed his arms, dragging him up. Snake's head dropped, his confidence drained. 'It's the end...' he thought.
"So, Snake. I take it you're here to get me?" asked the voice. Snake tried to look up, but he could not. His strength was drained...he was drained. "ANSWER ME!" he cried as he smacked Snake in the gut. More blood came spewing out of Snake's mouth, this time on some brown, leather shoes. "You just ruined my shoes..."
More beatings came and eventually, he was thrown onto a table. His Bandanna was fastened around his eyes. He knew this was the end...'Just kill me....' he begged in his head. His hands were bound and his legs fastened to the table. Snake had a feeling that this...this man, was not Ocelot. Ocelot wouldn't of used his fists. He would've shot Snake in a limb or something, not melee him.
He tried to muster up strength to speak..."Who...who are you?" he finally emitted. He heard footsteps, getting louder, obviously getting closer.
"Just call me Hayter..."
Chapter 2
Snakes answered the call. "Snake," sounded the familiar semi-Russian accent. The mental screen was fuzzy, so he couldn't tell who it was - but he had a good idea.
"Ocelot!?!" cried a shocked Snake. 'How does he know I'm here?' he thought. "Who is this!?! Is it you Ocelot!?" The voice on the other side just laughed.
"You'll find out soon enough..." and the transmission ended. Snake's heart pounded...he knew there'd be an ambush nearby. He quickly called up Otacon.
"OTACON! Who the hell was that!?! Are there any enemies in the vicinity!?" shouted Snake. He breathed deeply.
"Calm down Snake! There's still no human life within about 200 metres! For all we know...oh, wait! Snake, there's a high electro-count coming from near your position. About 4-5 metres away....infact, it's above our level..." but, before Otacon could finish, he let out a gasp. "Something's happening! The electronic field is huge! Get outta there Snake, somethings above you, and I doubt it's a welcome party!" finished Otacon as he ended the communication...
Snake looked up. Too late, "shit." Snake ran off to the closest door as the roof opened up, shedding the morning light into the Dock. It opened enough for the sun to be visible through Snake's eye...then, something big blocked his sight of the sky...
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"Damnit! Raiden, we need you to get to the nearest Naval Base now! We have transport and your equipment ready, you need the find Snake!" cried the man on the phone. Raiden crumpled his face and moaned, he'd only just got back from his last mission...
"Right, whatever. Where's the destination?" he asked. The man on the phone sighed.
"A nuclear facility in Russia. You'll need to eat as much as you can to keep your energy up, it's a ground insertion. You'll have to make your way through a nearby town and many checkpoints to reach the DP," he replied.
"Have I a contact?" questioned Raiden through his cell phone. He was parked in a lay-by close to the mall.
"Yes. He goes by the name of 'Hayter'. Sounds fishy," replied the man. Raiden knew he was in for a tough ride. He was sick of being a message boy...his only "true" mission was the Plant a few months ago.
"OK, I'm on the way...but why are the Navy involved? I thought we were independent?" queried Raiden as the man on the phone sounded though he was getting impatient.
"Damnit Raiden! Just get to the Base!" answered the man as he slammed the phone down.
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Snake was lying on the cold concrete floor - unconcious. Every now and then the camera would become active and sweep the room. Snake drooled as his mouth drooped towards the ground.
--TWO HOURS LATER--
"Wakey wakey, Snake..." said that Russian voice. Snake's eyes opened and he saw a blurred, grey floor, bits of dark red splattered around. "Yes, you truly are a Snake. Snake's belong on the ground, and they all deserve to DIE!" he cried as Snake recieved a kick to the lower ribs. "Ugh...." moaned Snake as he coughed up some blood.
"Get on your feet Snake," he whispered. Snake tried but he felt his abdomen give way, and he just collapsed again. "Get him up," ordered the man. Two soldiers approached Snake's sides and grabbed his arms, dragging him up. Snake's head dropped, his confidence drained. 'It's the end...' he thought.
"So, Snake. I take it you're here to get me?" asked the voice. Snake tried to look up, but he could not. His strength was drained...he was drained. "ANSWER ME!" he cried as he smacked Snake in the gut. More blood came spewing out of Snake's mouth, this time on some brown, leather shoes. "You just ruined my shoes..."
More beatings came and eventually, he was thrown onto a table. His Bandanna was fastened around his eyes. He knew this was the end...'Just kill me....' he begged in his head. His hands were bound and his legs fastened to the table. Snake had a feeling that this...this man, was not Ocelot. Ocelot wouldn't of used his fists. He would've shot Snake in a limb or something, not melee him.
He tried to muster up strength to speak..."Who...who are you?" he finally emitted. He heard footsteps, getting louder, obviously getting closer.
"Just call me Hayter..."