Chapter 10- Father Vs. Son
Raiden rushed into the room, targeting the man in black. He was ready to slice the man's spine in half, just as he had Solidus', until he started to turn around. Raiden, the quick and agile soldier he was, reacted just in time to hide in a small alcove, barely big enough to fit Raiden's slender body, dark so, hopefully, he wouldn't be seen. The man in black raised a hand as a turned around, apparently a signal for Solidus to refrain from talking. He turned around, looking for the source of the sound. When he turned and faced Raiden, he saw a familiar looking face, but the man had sunglasses on, keeping Raiden from recognizing him fully. He decided to concentrate on hiding now, anyway.
Raiden remembered these kinds of situations from Virtual Reality training. It was known as "Evasion Mode". The enemy knows that you're there; they can feel your presence, but they have no clue where you are at, so they search the room trying to find you. Raiden was actually very good at this, because he had gone through it so many times in VR after the virtual enemies had discovered him but then lost sight of the rookie.
The man in the overcoat only needed to give Solidus a slight nod, and they proceeded to search the room. Raiden waited patiently, as he had learned to, his hand resting silently on his blade, and walked out of his hiding place when they both were facing away from him. He snuck up on the man in black and unsheathed his sword. He held it above his head for half-a- second, and brought it down with fierce velocity, prepared to cut the mystery man's backbone in two. His blade was suddenly cut off, a loud pinging sound echoing throughout the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. Raiden looked up and saw another blade, and continued to look up to see whom the hand that held it belonged to. A gloved hand held the handle, and Raiden immediately recognized the dark-copper armor that protected his the rest of his body, the two "snake arms" protruding from his back. Raiden let out a quick gasp, his shock showing in his tone of voice and the look on his face.
"Glad you could make it, Jack," said Solidus Snake. "Who sent you? The Patriots?" He said this as he slowly but surely moved Raiden's blade up, easily overpowering him. Raiden grunted with the effort to keep this from happening, but to no avail.
"Still nothing more than a pawn, I see. A pawn in the Patriot's game of supremacy. Jack... when are you going to stop letting them run your life? They already run the country, so now they are attempting to control individual's lives... as if they don't already. Controlling who gets the important US government positions; president, vice-president, where will it end?!" By this time, Solidus was using his blade to force Raiden's against his own neck; a mere twitch would slice his head off.
"You seem surprised, Jack. Did you really think that you killed me on top of Federal Hall? Not a chance." Raiden was desperately trying to find a situation out of his dilemma, but failed to do so. He could feel the metal against his throat, cold as a winter Manhattan night, the sharp edge of the blade slightly piercing his neck. Solidus then reached for his P-90 submachine gun with his right hand, still holding the blade with his left.
"But as much as I'd like to kill you right now, Jack, I cannot. You see, we need you alive, we need everyone here alive, for you see, failure is not an option."
"Why... why do you need me alive?" asked Jack, barely able to speak with the blade piercing his throat.
"You can figure that out on your own, Jack...." Solidus, quick as a cat, suddenly slashed up with his sword, knocking Raiden's into the air. He hit it with one bullet from his P-90, causing it to rotate. It was headed for Raiden's head, but Solidus, the sharpshooter that he was, didn't miscalculate. It landed right in front of Jack's forehead, slicing some of his hair off in the process. The blade landed tip first, impaling the floor. Raiden felt a stinging in the area around his left eye. He put his hand on his left eye and it came black bloody. There was a scar that went down the whole left side of his face, even his eyelid.
"...If you survive." Solidus swung at Raiden, but he managed to dodge the swing. Solidus' blade connected with Raiden's, still impaled in the floor.
They want me for something, thought Raiden. And whatever it is, it can't be good. He tried to avoid Solidus' swings, and did a fairly good job, moving with the grace of a bird, the speed of a jungle cat. He tried to get in a few blows on Solidus, but he, just as skilled, was also able to dodge.
"If it's a fight you want, Jack, a fight you shall get." He holstered his two katanas and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. He swung at Raiden, two punches and a roundhouse kick. Jack dodged the two punches, but the kick connected with Raiden's ribs. Solidus attempted a right cross on his foe, but it was blocked, unexpectedly. Jack suddenly let out a flurry of punches and kicks, the first few connecting; he had the element of surprise on his side. But Solidus then learned Raiden's pattern, blocking just about every punch or kick that came his way, and swinging every time he blocked, although Raiden dodged most of them. One of Solidus' swings connected, however, a right hook to Raiden's chin. He stumbled backwards, facing away from his opponent. He regained his composure and turned around, ready to finish the fight. But when he did, Solidus was gone. He turned around, looking for his foe, and was met by powerful spinning kick that sent him crashing into a desk, splintering it into numerous pieces.
Solidus walked over to the half-conscious Jack and stood over him. His left snake arm hovered over Raiden's neck, like a cobra stalking its prey. Suddenly, it struck, viciously gripping Jack's neck. He used it to choke him for about ten seconds, as Raiden grabbed it, trying to force it off. It was a futile effort; he had nowhere near enough strength. Solidus then lifted Raiden into the air, still choking the life out of him.
"Give the Patriots a message, Jack," taunted Solidus. "Courtesy of Solidus Snake." He swung the arm that was choking Raiden, ready to send him halfway across the room, but an explosion suddenly went off. Solidus and the man in the leather coat were knocked off their feet against the wall. Raiden fell from midair after the snake arm released its grip. He fell on his back against the floor, barely conscious.
He then heard the sound of gunfire and screaming, but never knew what was happening; if it was he or someone else that was being shot at. Raiden's codec then rang. It was the Patriot agent.
"Jack, come in! Respond! Jack, respond!!" There was no answer.
Raiden rushed into the room, targeting the man in black. He was ready to slice the man's spine in half, just as he had Solidus', until he started to turn around. Raiden, the quick and agile soldier he was, reacted just in time to hide in a small alcove, barely big enough to fit Raiden's slender body, dark so, hopefully, he wouldn't be seen. The man in black raised a hand as a turned around, apparently a signal for Solidus to refrain from talking. He turned around, looking for the source of the sound. When he turned and faced Raiden, he saw a familiar looking face, but the man had sunglasses on, keeping Raiden from recognizing him fully. He decided to concentrate on hiding now, anyway.
Raiden remembered these kinds of situations from Virtual Reality training. It was known as "Evasion Mode". The enemy knows that you're there; they can feel your presence, but they have no clue where you are at, so they search the room trying to find you. Raiden was actually very good at this, because he had gone through it so many times in VR after the virtual enemies had discovered him but then lost sight of the rookie.
The man in the overcoat only needed to give Solidus a slight nod, and they proceeded to search the room. Raiden waited patiently, as he had learned to, his hand resting silently on his blade, and walked out of his hiding place when they both were facing away from him. He snuck up on the man in black and unsheathed his sword. He held it above his head for half-a- second, and brought it down with fierce velocity, prepared to cut the mystery man's backbone in two. His blade was suddenly cut off, a loud pinging sound echoing throughout the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. Raiden looked up and saw another blade, and continued to look up to see whom the hand that held it belonged to. A gloved hand held the handle, and Raiden immediately recognized the dark-copper armor that protected his the rest of his body, the two "snake arms" protruding from his back. Raiden let out a quick gasp, his shock showing in his tone of voice and the look on his face.
"Glad you could make it, Jack," said Solidus Snake. "Who sent you? The Patriots?" He said this as he slowly but surely moved Raiden's blade up, easily overpowering him. Raiden grunted with the effort to keep this from happening, but to no avail.
"Still nothing more than a pawn, I see. A pawn in the Patriot's game of supremacy. Jack... when are you going to stop letting them run your life? They already run the country, so now they are attempting to control individual's lives... as if they don't already. Controlling who gets the important US government positions; president, vice-president, where will it end?!" By this time, Solidus was using his blade to force Raiden's against his own neck; a mere twitch would slice his head off.
"You seem surprised, Jack. Did you really think that you killed me on top of Federal Hall? Not a chance." Raiden was desperately trying to find a situation out of his dilemma, but failed to do so. He could feel the metal against his throat, cold as a winter Manhattan night, the sharp edge of the blade slightly piercing his neck. Solidus then reached for his P-90 submachine gun with his right hand, still holding the blade with his left.
"But as much as I'd like to kill you right now, Jack, I cannot. You see, we need you alive, we need everyone here alive, for you see, failure is not an option."
"Why... why do you need me alive?" asked Jack, barely able to speak with the blade piercing his throat.
"You can figure that out on your own, Jack...." Solidus, quick as a cat, suddenly slashed up with his sword, knocking Raiden's into the air. He hit it with one bullet from his P-90, causing it to rotate. It was headed for Raiden's head, but Solidus, the sharpshooter that he was, didn't miscalculate. It landed right in front of Jack's forehead, slicing some of his hair off in the process. The blade landed tip first, impaling the floor. Raiden felt a stinging in the area around his left eye. He put his hand on his left eye and it came black bloody. There was a scar that went down the whole left side of his face, even his eyelid.
"...If you survive." Solidus swung at Raiden, but he managed to dodge the swing. Solidus' blade connected with Raiden's, still impaled in the floor.
They want me for something, thought Raiden. And whatever it is, it can't be good. He tried to avoid Solidus' swings, and did a fairly good job, moving with the grace of a bird, the speed of a jungle cat. He tried to get in a few blows on Solidus, but he, just as skilled, was also able to dodge.
"If it's a fight you want, Jack, a fight you shall get." He holstered his two katanas and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. He swung at Raiden, two punches and a roundhouse kick. Jack dodged the two punches, but the kick connected with Raiden's ribs. Solidus attempted a right cross on his foe, but it was blocked, unexpectedly. Jack suddenly let out a flurry of punches and kicks, the first few connecting; he had the element of surprise on his side. But Solidus then learned Raiden's pattern, blocking just about every punch or kick that came his way, and swinging every time he blocked, although Raiden dodged most of them. One of Solidus' swings connected, however, a right hook to Raiden's chin. He stumbled backwards, facing away from his opponent. He regained his composure and turned around, ready to finish the fight. But when he did, Solidus was gone. He turned around, looking for his foe, and was met by powerful spinning kick that sent him crashing into a desk, splintering it into numerous pieces.
Solidus walked over to the half-conscious Jack and stood over him. His left snake arm hovered over Raiden's neck, like a cobra stalking its prey. Suddenly, it struck, viciously gripping Jack's neck. He used it to choke him for about ten seconds, as Raiden grabbed it, trying to force it off. It was a futile effort; he had nowhere near enough strength. Solidus then lifted Raiden into the air, still choking the life out of him.
"Give the Patriots a message, Jack," taunted Solidus. "Courtesy of Solidus Snake." He swung the arm that was choking Raiden, ready to send him halfway across the room, but an explosion suddenly went off. Solidus and the man in the leather coat were knocked off their feet against the wall. Raiden fell from midair after the snake arm released its grip. He fell on his back against the floor, barely conscious.
He then heard the sound of gunfire and screaming, but never knew what was happening; if it was he or someone else that was being shot at. Raiden's codec then rang. It was the Patriot agent.
"Jack, come in! Respond! Jack, respond!!" There was no answer.