Chapter 7- Hostage
The entire center of the room exploded, taking the computers with them, engulfing Ocelot in a mass of smoke and fire. His screams echoed throughout the room, a sound Snake knew he would never forget.
Snake completed his dive through the window, making it through with no life- threatening damage. However, the explosion careened his dive, and he landed hard on his already injured right leg.
Snake let out a cry of pain as he struggled to get up, cuts all over his body from the preceding battle as well as from the sharp pieces of metal. He was also burned from the explosion, pieces of his suit torn off.
He then heard the worst possible words he could, over a loudspeaker.
"Attention! We have an intruder on the first floor generator room in Building One! I repeat, an intruder on the first floor, Building One! All B1 attack team personnel report there and eliminate the target at once!"
Snake knew that he had to get up, or he'd have a very serious situation on his hands... as if he didn't already. He willed himself to get up, trying to muster enough strength to do so. He managed to get to one knee.
Not a bad start, Snake thought.
He got up and headed for the door, limping because of his injured right leg, which he had landed on when the explosion had forced him to land chaotically after diving through the window. He went out through a hole in the wall that the explosion had created, into the dark, snowy night. He then heard footsteps and the too-familiar sound of automatic gunfire, indicating that the guards were catching up to him. Snake tried to run faster, but that caused him to tire and, ironically, slow down.
"I'm getting way too old for this ****," grieved Snake. He felt like he could collapse at any second, which he knew could very well happen. He found a large crane and hid behind it, hoping to avoid the enemy and catch a breather at the same time. No such luck, however. A four-man attack team was headed his way, to his right. Snake decided that if he cut around to his left, he would completely avoid the soldiers if he planned it right. It worked, and he was able to sneak by unnoticed.
He looked back at the base. It was heavily guarded now, making it almost impossible to get back in unseen. Snake then spotted a large white van and figured that he could hide behind it until it was safe to go back in. He went to the side of the van facing away from the base and leaned against it. He made sure that he was safely hidden from the sentries and crouched down in the snow. Snake took the time to check his Beretta and his 633, examining the barrel and the clip closely, then reloading and holstering them both.
Suddenly, a sound triggered his reflexes and caused Snake to reach for his sidearm. He pulled it back as he realized that the van's engine was starting. Still, he acted fast. Wherever the van was going, he was going as well. He jumped up, grabbed hold of the side and pulled himself up on top of the van. He laid down on his stomach, trying to figure out where he was going. Snake stayed there for a good three or four minutes until he reached a larger base, which was also much more heavily guarded. He decided to call Otacon and see what the hell was going on.
"Otacon, you got anything on where I'm at right now?"
"How'd you get there?
"I hitched a ride."
"Hold on, Snake. I'm hacking into the system." The sound of fast typing could be heard through the codec. "Damn it! Snake, I can't get in! The security is too strong."
"Same situation here. This place is swarming with sentries."
"I don't like this, Snake. There's something in there that they don't want us to know about or see."
"Or both."
"Look, Snake, I know this much. You need a special key card to get in there. Now, first you need to find a guard that has the card."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"It gets worse. Only two guards on this entire base have it. So don't go on any killing sprees, okay Snake?"
"Yeah, sure," said Snake with a slight smile on his face.
"Second, once you have the card, you need to find a way to get into that base without causing any alarm and as few casualties as possible. We..."
"...Aren't terrorists. I know, I know. Snake out."
Snake then stood up on top of the truck, which had stopped, and looked around. He got down at the back of the van and saw that it was open. Two soldiers were inside examining the crates and barrels inside the van. Snake then crept up behind them and gave them both a hard punch to the jaw, knocking them unconscious. He checked their pockets for the keycard, but finding nothing.
"Damn!"
Snake then left the van, heard the sound of footsteps, but couldn't tell where they were coming from. Snake looked all around him, pointing his sidearm in every direction, but he saw no one.
"Come on, Dave. You're just old and paranoid," said Snake to himself. "And now you're talking to yourself."
He made sure he closed and locked the van so that no one would find what he left. He looked around and spotted a patrolling guard. Snake studied his route and headed in his direction. He hid behind a crate that he knew he would pass, and waited patiently. The guard continued his patrol, and got closer and closer to the crate. Snake's heartbeat went faster and faster with every step towards the crate that the sentry took. He passed the crate and Snake proceeded to sneak up on him. The guard never saw Snake's large hands reaching for his neck, never heard Snake's footsteps in the snow. He grabbed the soldier's neck with his right hand and covered his masked mouth with his left.
"Don't say anything, and maybe you'll live," threatened Snake. "Now, there's something I need to know. And remember, lying only makes things worse... much worse." Snake put his Beretta at the guard's head as he said this. "I need the keycard to get in that base. Where is it?"
"Only two of us have it-"
"I know that! Where can I find someone who does?!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, just don't shoot me. One of them patrols in the back, he's the only one there."
"Thanks," said Snake. He jerked his wrist to the side, and a sickening crack was heard. The sentry fell limp in Snake's arm, and Snake let him fall in the snow. He then dragged his body to the van and hid him in the back with his other victims. He then heard the footsteps again, but couldn't find out where they came from.
"I don't like this," said Snake, but continued on. He then heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Someone was messing with his head, he knew. But, nevertheless, he headed for the back of the base, where the guard should be. He saw his soon-to-be prey, standing there, stationary.
Perfect, Snake thought. Snake moved toward him, not making a sound, and was ready to grab and interrogate the guard. As his hands reached for his neck however, he was hit in the back of the head by a melee attack from a heavy gun. The guard turned around, startled, his AK ready. He came face to face with the barrel of a large assault rifle, the Belgian Fabrique Nationale Herstal F2000, with a scope and grenade launcher. The trigger was pulled, sanding a single bullet through the sentry's brain, discoloring the snow a deep red. The perpetrator was a man wearing a DARPA exoskeleton, metal plates covering his chest, and partially covering his arms and legs, Kevlar filling in the unoccupied space. He also wore a metal helmet with a plate- glass visor covering his entire face except his mouth. All of his attire was black, helping him blend in with the night environment. He looked down at his victim, thinking deeply.
"No, not here," he said. He grabbed the unconscious Snake, put him over his shoulder and made his way toward the base.
The entire center of the room exploded, taking the computers with them, engulfing Ocelot in a mass of smoke and fire. His screams echoed throughout the room, a sound Snake knew he would never forget.
Snake completed his dive through the window, making it through with no life- threatening damage. However, the explosion careened his dive, and he landed hard on his already injured right leg.
Snake let out a cry of pain as he struggled to get up, cuts all over his body from the preceding battle as well as from the sharp pieces of metal. He was also burned from the explosion, pieces of his suit torn off.
He then heard the worst possible words he could, over a loudspeaker.
"Attention! We have an intruder on the first floor generator room in Building One! I repeat, an intruder on the first floor, Building One! All B1 attack team personnel report there and eliminate the target at once!"
Snake knew that he had to get up, or he'd have a very serious situation on his hands... as if he didn't already. He willed himself to get up, trying to muster enough strength to do so. He managed to get to one knee.
Not a bad start, Snake thought.
He got up and headed for the door, limping because of his injured right leg, which he had landed on when the explosion had forced him to land chaotically after diving through the window. He went out through a hole in the wall that the explosion had created, into the dark, snowy night. He then heard footsteps and the too-familiar sound of automatic gunfire, indicating that the guards were catching up to him. Snake tried to run faster, but that caused him to tire and, ironically, slow down.
"I'm getting way too old for this ****," grieved Snake. He felt like he could collapse at any second, which he knew could very well happen. He found a large crane and hid behind it, hoping to avoid the enemy and catch a breather at the same time. No such luck, however. A four-man attack team was headed his way, to his right. Snake decided that if he cut around to his left, he would completely avoid the soldiers if he planned it right. It worked, and he was able to sneak by unnoticed.
He looked back at the base. It was heavily guarded now, making it almost impossible to get back in unseen. Snake then spotted a large white van and figured that he could hide behind it until it was safe to go back in. He went to the side of the van facing away from the base and leaned against it. He made sure that he was safely hidden from the sentries and crouched down in the snow. Snake took the time to check his Beretta and his 633, examining the barrel and the clip closely, then reloading and holstering them both.
Suddenly, a sound triggered his reflexes and caused Snake to reach for his sidearm. He pulled it back as he realized that the van's engine was starting. Still, he acted fast. Wherever the van was going, he was going as well. He jumped up, grabbed hold of the side and pulled himself up on top of the van. He laid down on his stomach, trying to figure out where he was going. Snake stayed there for a good three or four minutes until he reached a larger base, which was also much more heavily guarded. He decided to call Otacon and see what the hell was going on.
"Otacon, you got anything on where I'm at right now?"
"How'd you get there?
"I hitched a ride."
"Hold on, Snake. I'm hacking into the system." The sound of fast typing could be heard through the codec. "Damn it! Snake, I can't get in! The security is too strong."
"Same situation here. This place is swarming with sentries."
"I don't like this, Snake. There's something in there that they don't want us to know about or see."
"Or both."
"Look, Snake, I know this much. You need a special key card to get in there. Now, first you need to find a guard that has the card."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"It gets worse. Only two guards on this entire base have it. So don't go on any killing sprees, okay Snake?"
"Yeah, sure," said Snake with a slight smile on his face.
"Second, once you have the card, you need to find a way to get into that base without causing any alarm and as few casualties as possible. We..."
"...Aren't terrorists. I know, I know. Snake out."
Snake then stood up on top of the truck, which had stopped, and looked around. He got down at the back of the van and saw that it was open. Two soldiers were inside examining the crates and barrels inside the van. Snake then crept up behind them and gave them both a hard punch to the jaw, knocking them unconscious. He checked their pockets for the keycard, but finding nothing.
"Damn!"
Snake then left the van, heard the sound of footsteps, but couldn't tell where they were coming from. Snake looked all around him, pointing his sidearm in every direction, but he saw no one.
"Come on, Dave. You're just old and paranoid," said Snake to himself. "And now you're talking to yourself."
He made sure he closed and locked the van so that no one would find what he left. He looked around and spotted a patrolling guard. Snake studied his route and headed in his direction. He hid behind a crate that he knew he would pass, and waited patiently. The guard continued his patrol, and got closer and closer to the crate. Snake's heartbeat went faster and faster with every step towards the crate that the sentry took. He passed the crate and Snake proceeded to sneak up on him. The guard never saw Snake's large hands reaching for his neck, never heard Snake's footsteps in the snow. He grabbed the soldier's neck with his right hand and covered his masked mouth with his left.
"Don't say anything, and maybe you'll live," threatened Snake. "Now, there's something I need to know. And remember, lying only makes things worse... much worse." Snake put his Beretta at the guard's head as he said this. "I need the keycard to get in that base. Where is it?"
"Only two of us have it-"
"I know that! Where can I find someone who does?!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, just don't shoot me. One of them patrols in the back, he's the only one there."
"Thanks," said Snake. He jerked his wrist to the side, and a sickening crack was heard. The sentry fell limp in Snake's arm, and Snake let him fall in the snow. He then dragged his body to the van and hid him in the back with his other victims. He then heard the footsteps again, but couldn't find out where they came from.
"I don't like this," said Snake, but continued on. He then heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Someone was messing with his head, he knew. But, nevertheless, he headed for the back of the base, where the guard should be. He saw his soon-to-be prey, standing there, stationary.
Perfect, Snake thought. Snake moved toward him, not making a sound, and was ready to grab and interrogate the guard. As his hands reached for his neck however, he was hit in the back of the head by a melee attack from a heavy gun. The guard turned around, startled, his AK ready. He came face to face with the barrel of a large assault rifle, the Belgian Fabrique Nationale Herstal F2000, with a scope and grenade launcher. The trigger was pulled, sanding a single bullet through the sentry's brain, discoloring the snow a deep red. The perpetrator was a man wearing a DARPA exoskeleton, metal plates covering his chest, and partially covering his arms and legs, Kevlar filling in the unoccupied space. He also wore a metal helmet with a plate- glass visor covering his entire face except his mouth. All of his attire was black, helping him blend in with the night environment. He looked down at his victim, thinking deeply.
"No, not here," he said. He grabbed the unconscious Snake, put him over his shoulder and made his way toward the base.