Chapter 4- Briefing
Jack awoke slowly, the sharp pain still buzzing around in the base of his skull. It felt like it had been days since the horrible occurrence, but, in reality, it had only been a few hours. As Jack's vision went from hazy to clear, he saw the damage his house had taken. Blood smeared on the walls, windowpanes broken, and furniture overturned, his house was a disaster area.
Jack stood up, using literally every ounce of strength he had. Still dazed, he walked like a drunk over to his torn and blood stained sofa and sat down. Luckily, his nanomachines had stopped his bleeding. Without them, he may have bled to death, but he was still only semi-conscious. A single tear ran down his eye as he reflected on what had just happened. His wife, his only true love in the world, was kidnapped. She was gone, taken to do who knew what, and it was all his fault. But that wouldn't stop him. He'd get her back, no matter what it took. He then heard his cell phone ringing, and took it out of his pocket. He read the caller ID label:
Unknown caller.
He reluctantly answered the call.
"H-hello?"
"Raiden, listen carefully," said a mysterious, deep voice. "We have your wife and your daughter." Jack stopped breathing. He just remembered. Rose was nine months pregnant, about to give birth. Apparently, she did, to a baby girl, who was now being held hostage as well.
"Raiden, listen carefully," said a mysterious voice. "We have your wife and your daughter." Jack stopped breathing. He just remembered. Rose was nine months pregnant, about to give birth. Apparently, she did, to a baby girl, who was now being held hostage as well.
"If you ever wish to see them again," continued the voice, "then you must cooperate and do as we say. Do you understand?"
"Yes," replied Jack.
"Report here, behind the abandoned warehouse on 76th and Washington Streets, at 0300 hours, and be ready for war."
Jack then took the phone away from his ear and threw it against the wall out of sheer anger. But he had no choice. He had to do it. For Rose and his daughter. He looked at his clock. 2:00 AM, or 0200 hours. He didn't have a lot of time. He went up to his closet, ignoring the utter disorder of his room, everything either broken, turned over, or ransacked in some way. He grabbed his Skull Suit, blue in color, and put it on underneath his street clothes, then put on a denim jacket over his white T-shirt, and put his blue jeans back on, trying to look as civilian as possible. He called a cab company and told them to bring a cab to his house ASAP. He left the house with his SOCOM in his pocket, and waited for the cab. After about twenty minutes, the cab arrived. He jumped in before telling the driver where he wanted to go.
"76th and Washington! Now! Step on it!" When Jack arrived, he dropped thirty dollars in the front seat and leapt out of the taxi. He went around the abandoned warehouse, the windows boarded up, graffiti on the walls, making it look as if no one had been there for decades, which may as well have been true. When he reached the back of the warehouse, he made out a dark figure, a vaguely visible silhouette in the distance. The lack of light made it hard for Raiden to see exactly where he was, but he walked, slowly, toward the figure.
"Jack. How nice of you show up. Follow me." Jack did as he was told, following the man to a street past the warehouse, about a five minute walk. Jack then noticed a limousine with a chauffeur holding the door open.
"After you, Jack," said the agent. Jack got in, as did the agent. Raiden was left alone in the back seat, the agent and the chauffer in the front. After about twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination. The chauffer and the agent got out of the car, and the door was opened for Raiden. He stepped out slowly, and was greeted by two agents, the ones in black suits, both holding M16s in Raiden's direction. Raiden walked in the direction the agents with the M16s forced him to, jabbing their rifles into his back. He looked up and saw a large glass building, easily the size of the Empire State Building. He walked in through the front door, and looked up and down the hall. He saw nothing but empty space, and the floor was eerily quiet, but Jack didn't notice. The sound of Rose's screaming and gunfire was still ringing in his head. He continued down the hall until he came to a large metal door, which was opened by one of the agents, while the other forced him in, slammed and locked the door. All the walls were made of metal inside the tiny room, preventing any kind of escape. About a minute later, three people entered the room, the agent that had contacted Raiden, (a man with very short black hair) a woman with medium length red-brown hair, and an agent with an M16 in his hands. Raiden broke the silence of the room.
"What have you done with Rose?"
"Don't worry, you'll see her again very soon; as soon as your mission is completed," said the agent.
"And what mission is that?"
"Tell him," said the agent that Raiden was familiar with. The woman then spoke for the first time.
"On March 30th, George Sears, AKA Solidus Snake suffered severe injuries after falling from the roof of Federal Hall following the Big Shell cleanup facility incident. A police escort rushed him to a local hospital. However, his police escort was killed by an armed group."
"Who were the gunmen?"
"The private army of a group of assassins known as Trinity," the woman continued. "They are former members of a United States Special Operations Unit that was assigned only to missions that required the unique skills that they possessed. They now, for reasons unknown, wish to rid the world of any type of government, which would place the world in a war to determine who is the strongest, most dominant force. They have captured Solidus Snake, and several other unknown hostages, and are torturing them for any information about the Patriots that he has, hoping to get rid of them for good."
"So what do you want me to do about it?" asked Raiden, sarcastically.
"Your mission is to infiltrate the base that they are keeping the hostages at and assassinate them."
"All of them?" asked Jack.
"Every hostage who has even the least bit of information on the Patriots, and the high class members of Trinity. Those are your orders; do you understand?"
"How am I getting there?" Jack said, ignoring the question.
"A sea plane will take you in to Manhattan, which is where they are suspected to be. You will need to swim to shore, however, and continue from there. Follow me. We'll go get your gear."
Jack did as he was told, and they all left the room. They went down the barren hallways and came to another metal door. They walked in, and there was a large table with many weapons laid out on it. The Patriot agent picked up an assault rifle and handed it to Raiden.
"This is the 5.56mm Colt M4A1 Carbine Assault Rifle. There are two hundred extra rounds, and the gun is equipped with a flash and sound suppressor and a scope. It has three rates of fire are safe, single shot, and fully automatic." He moved on to the rest of the equipment. "You will have several types of grenades. Fragmentation grenades, which will kill anyone in the explosion range, chaff grenades that can be used to temporarily shut off anything electronic, and gas grenades to incapacitate groups of enemies. You will have three of each, but you may find more at the base." He then picked up what appeared to be nothing more than a small screen of some sort. "This is a tracking device; it goes on your wrist. Right now, it's set to find the base that you are to infiltrate, but, with the right four-number code, it can be set to find anything, and whatever it is will show up as a large red blip on the grid. And lastly, this is your suit. It's a prototype wetsuit, able to be worn in and out of water. It adapts to temperature change, and it doesn't make a sound when you move while wearing it, perfect for stealth. There's also a cargo vest for your equipment, for you to keep your equipment and such. Your oxygen mask is also there; you'll need it when you swim to shore. Put them on."
Everyone left the room, except Raiden, and he proceeded to place the gear on. It was the full body wetsuit, which had a black and gray camouflage pattern, the cargo vest, combat boots, gloves, and the oxygen mask, all black. He strapped the M4 to his back, and also his sword, which was with his Skull Suit that he had worn there. He put the grenades in the pouches in his vest, and the spare ammunition in the leg pouches of his suit. He put the tracker on his wrist and walked out of the room with his oxygen mask in his hand. He found that they were all waiting outside, and as soon as Raiden came out, they went down the hall, and he followed. They got onto an elevator and went up to the heliport, and Raiden, the redheaded woman and the agent got into the seaplane. They took off towards the Hudson River, war-bound...
Jack awoke slowly, the sharp pain still buzzing around in the base of his skull. It felt like it had been days since the horrible occurrence, but, in reality, it had only been a few hours. As Jack's vision went from hazy to clear, he saw the damage his house had taken. Blood smeared on the walls, windowpanes broken, and furniture overturned, his house was a disaster area.
Jack stood up, using literally every ounce of strength he had. Still dazed, he walked like a drunk over to his torn and blood stained sofa and sat down. Luckily, his nanomachines had stopped his bleeding. Without them, he may have bled to death, but he was still only semi-conscious. A single tear ran down his eye as he reflected on what had just happened. His wife, his only true love in the world, was kidnapped. She was gone, taken to do who knew what, and it was all his fault. But that wouldn't stop him. He'd get her back, no matter what it took. He then heard his cell phone ringing, and took it out of his pocket. He read the caller ID label:
Unknown caller.
He reluctantly answered the call.
"H-hello?"
"Raiden, listen carefully," said a mysterious, deep voice. "We have your wife and your daughter." Jack stopped breathing. He just remembered. Rose was nine months pregnant, about to give birth. Apparently, she did, to a baby girl, who was now being held hostage as well.
"Raiden, listen carefully," said a mysterious voice. "We have your wife and your daughter." Jack stopped breathing. He just remembered. Rose was nine months pregnant, about to give birth. Apparently, she did, to a baby girl, who was now being held hostage as well.
"If you ever wish to see them again," continued the voice, "then you must cooperate and do as we say. Do you understand?"
"Yes," replied Jack.
"Report here, behind the abandoned warehouse on 76th and Washington Streets, at 0300 hours, and be ready for war."
Jack then took the phone away from his ear and threw it against the wall out of sheer anger. But he had no choice. He had to do it. For Rose and his daughter. He looked at his clock. 2:00 AM, or 0200 hours. He didn't have a lot of time. He went up to his closet, ignoring the utter disorder of his room, everything either broken, turned over, or ransacked in some way. He grabbed his Skull Suit, blue in color, and put it on underneath his street clothes, then put on a denim jacket over his white T-shirt, and put his blue jeans back on, trying to look as civilian as possible. He called a cab company and told them to bring a cab to his house ASAP. He left the house with his SOCOM in his pocket, and waited for the cab. After about twenty minutes, the cab arrived. He jumped in before telling the driver where he wanted to go.
"76th and Washington! Now! Step on it!" When Jack arrived, he dropped thirty dollars in the front seat and leapt out of the taxi. He went around the abandoned warehouse, the windows boarded up, graffiti on the walls, making it look as if no one had been there for decades, which may as well have been true. When he reached the back of the warehouse, he made out a dark figure, a vaguely visible silhouette in the distance. The lack of light made it hard for Raiden to see exactly where he was, but he walked, slowly, toward the figure.
"Jack. How nice of you show up. Follow me." Jack did as he was told, following the man to a street past the warehouse, about a five minute walk. Jack then noticed a limousine with a chauffeur holding the door open.
"After you, Jack," said the agent. Jack got in, as did the agent. Raiden was left alone in the back seat, the agent and the chauffer in the front. After about twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination. The chauffer and the agent got out of the car, and the door was opened for Raiden. He stepped out slowly, and was greeted by two agents, the ones in black suits, both holding M16s in Raiden's direction. Raiden walked in the direction the agents with the M16s forced him to, jabbing their rifles into his back. He looked up and saw a large glass building, easily the size of the Empire State Building. He walked in through the front door, and looked up and down the hall. He saw nothing but empty space, and the floor was eerily quiet, but Jack didn't notice. The sound of Rose's screaming and gunfire was still ringing in his head. He continued down the hall until he came to a large metal door, which was opened by one of the agents, while the other forced him in, slammed and locked the door. All the walls were made of metal inside the tiny room, preventing any kind of escape. About a minute later, three people entered the room, the agent that had contacted Raiden, (a man with very short black hair) a woman with medium length red-brown hair, and an agent with an M16 in his hands. Raiden broke the silence of the room.
"What have you done with Rose?"
"Don't worry, you'll see her again very soon; as soon as your mission is completed," said the agent.
"And what mission is that?"
"Tell him," said the agent that Raiden was familiar with. The woman then spoke for the first time.
"On March 30th, George Sears, AKA Solidus Snake suffered severe injuries after falling from the roof of Federal Hall following the Big Shell cleanup facility incident. A police escort rushed him to a local hospital. However, his police escort was killed by an armed group."
"Who were the gunmen?"
"The private army of a group of assassins known as Trinity," the woman continued. "They are former members of a United States Special Operations Unit that was assigned only to missions that required the unique skills that they possessed. They now, for reasons unknown, wish to rid the world of any type of government, which would place the world in a war to determine who is the strongest, most dominant force. They have captured Solidus Snake, and several other unknown hostages, and are torturing them for any information about the Patriots that he has, hoping to get rid of them for good."
"So what do you want me to do about it?" asked Raiden, sarcastically.
"Your mission is to infiltrate the base that they are keeping the hostages at and assassinate them."
"All of them?" asked Jack.
"Every hostage who has even the least bit of information on the Patriots, and the high class members of Trinity. Those are your orders; do you understand?"
"How am I getting there?" Jack said, ignoring the question.
"A sea plane will take you in to Manhattan, which is where they are suspected to be. You will need to swim to shore, however, and continue from there. Follow me. We'll go get your gear."
Jack did as he was told, and they all left the room. They went down the barren hallways and came to another metal door. They walked in, and there was a large table with many weapons laid out on it. The Patriot agent picked up an assault rifle and handed it to Raiden.
"This is the 5.56mm Colt M4A1 Carbine Assault Rifle. There are two hundred extra rounds, and the gun is equipped with a flash and sound suppressor and a scope. It has three rates of fire are safe, single shot, and fully automatic." He moved on to the rest of the equipment. "You will have several types of grenades. Fragmentation grenades, which will kill anyone in the explosion range, chaff grenades that can be used to temporarily shut off anything electronic, and gas grenades to incapacitate groups of enemies. You will have three of each, but you may find more at the base." He then picked up what appeared to be nothing more than a small screen of some sort. "This is a tracking device; it goes on your wrist. Right now, it's set to find the base that you are to infiltrate, but, with the right four-number code, it can be set to find anything, and whatever it is will show up as a large red blip on the grid. And lastly, this is your suit. It's a prototype wetsuit, able to be worn in and out of water. It adapts to temperature change, and it doesn't make a sound when you move while wearing it, perfect for stealth. There's also a cargo vest for your equipment, for you to keep your equipment and such. Your oxygen mask is also there; you'll need it when you swim to shore. Put them on."
Everyone left the room, except Raiden, and he proceeded to place the gear on. It was the full body wetsuit, which had a black and gray camouflage pattern, the cargo vest, combat boots, gloves, and the oxygen mask, all black. He strapped the M4 to his back, and also his sword, which was with his Skull Suit that he had worn there. He put the grenades in the pouches in his vest, and the spare ammunition in the leg pouches of his suit. He put the tracker on his wrist and walked out of the room with his oxygen mask in his hand. He found that they were all waiting outside, and as soon as Raiden came out, they went down the hall, and he followed. They got onto an elevator and went up to the heliport, and Raiden, the redheaded woman and the agent got into the seaplane. They took off towards the Hudson River, war-bound...