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Metal Gear Solid: Destructive Redemption

Chapter 2: A Terrorist Incident

"While young men and women are sent off to foreign countries to fight wars for us, we sit back and act like we don't give a damn. The American population must remember that these fresh courageous soldiers are the bringers of peace and the defenders of our Constitution. Without them, there would be no freedom of speech. No freedom of the press. No freedom of religion. All those things you so value in your hearts...would not exist without a powerful military. Our Founding Fathers wrote that Constitution because they had a vision...and that vision was for the future generations to live in freedom."


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So far, it seemed that the only major news network to catch wind of a cruise liner smashing through the Brooklyn Naval Yard was CNN. CNN was now America's most trusted news network and that was a serious burden for the reporters to carry. The show on CNN that aired in the morning was entitled "The World Around You", its host being a fresh-faced twenty-four year old blonde female by the name of Nicole Adams. To be honest, she was a very attractive woman, but if anybody in the news room thought that, they sure as hell didn't say it to her.

Nicole was a tough, professional, get-to-the-point type of woman. She was probably one of the network's best news anchors and she carried that award with her head held high. But, like all reporters, she had a big ego. Sometimes egos were what destroyed news networks. Like the forged document scandal on the CBS network. It had resulted in Dan Rather, the one whom aired that false tale, being forced to resign.

The director behind the camera held up his left hand and he removed a finger for each number he counted. "Five...four...three...two...one," he announced. "Rolling!"

"Good morning everyone," Adams greeted the four million or so people watching, "and welcome to another addition of The World Around You. This morning, a terrible situation has happened in New York City. A cruise ship that was part of the New York-Nassau Cruise Vacation ocean liner company crashed through the Brooklyn Naval Yard and through two city blocks. It has been reported that six major buildings, as well as several smaller ones, have been demolished.

"So far, reports on the scene indicate that when the ship crashed, the bow exploded and wiped out more of the surrounding area. Now we go to the scene of this terrible tragedy live with Chris Brooks." A video screen switched on on the wall next to Nicole and she turned to watch and ask questions as nessacary. Chris Brooks, in his mid 30s, stood calmly in front of the crashed cruise ship. It obviously made him look very small. In other circumstances it would've been comical.

"Chris," Nicole said to the screen. "What are the latest figures on casualties?" There was a brief pause which meant the message was being transmitted to Chris' ear piece.

"Nicole, the situation here is very bad and I mean very bad," Brooks reported. "So far it seems that there were approximately seven hundred fifty people aboard the cruise liner and about two hundred more working in the buildings." Another pause.

"And do you think this was an accident? A simple malfunction or the captain nodded off at the wheel?"

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"Well, Nicole, from government investigators on the scene, this doesn't appear to have been an accident. They say it might be a terrorist incident."

"Yea, tell me something I don't know..." Solid Snake muttered as he turned off the small TV on his desk, sipping a cup of coffee with his feet propped up. He craned his neck to where Otacon was. "Hey, Otacon, you get any information on those terrorists?"

"Hold on, hold on..." Otacon replied as he furiously typed in a string of keys. He pressed the 'Enter' button. "Viola! Okay, here we go." Snake pushed back his chair, standing and walking over to his best friend. He looked over his shoulder and took another sip of his coffee.

"The data I managed to extract from various military web sites have indicated that those helicopters were not American nor Russian manufacture. In fact, they were made in Germany," Otacon explained.

"Well," Snake replied nonsurprisingly, "I guess that confirms the assement I made on the boat. Go on."

"Also, the weapons are of German manufacture. Manufactured by Hechler and Koch, the type of weapon they used were G36s, assault rifles."

"Again, that confirms my suspicsions. Hmm..." Snake mulled this over in his head. "We must be talking about German terrorists here. Whatever they had planned they'd succeeded at. They took the lives of 950 American citizens and that's not good. They could strike again."

"You may be right, Snake," Otacon replied. "But despite the fact we know that they're terrorists, I've yet to find a link between these guys and known bunchs of German terrorists." A box suddenly appeared on Hal's computer screen. "Ah! Hold on, I might be getting that link now."

Solid Snake took a chair from a nearby table and pulled it up next to Otacon's seat. He went to take yet another sip of his coffee and he was startled to find it empty. His puzzlement was amusing, like he was asking the mug if there was a speck of coffee lurking in a hidden corner. Almost as suddenly as Dave had finished his coffee, so sudden was Otacon kicked back to the desktop.

"Damn it..." Otacon muttered frustratingly. He slammed his fist on the desk.

"What?" Snake asked, suddenly alert. "What happened??"

"I got booted offline. I was almost there too."

"Do you think you were being traced?"

"Oh please, you know I'm too good for that."

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A pale white man sat in the darkness of his room, the illuminating glow of the computer screen being the only source of light. He spotted something unusual on the network and, intrigued, he investigated it.

So... he thought amusingly. Trying to learn something, are we? That's not gonna happen. The hacker typed in three series of keys, pressed F12, then typed in his password. A few more keys on his keyboard, and he pressed 'Enter'. He watched the person's commands on another screen and he grinned evily as the other person was booted off his computer.

A door opened behind him and a filter of light circulated into the room. The lights flipped on. A tall muscular man in black clandestine fatigues walked over.

"Sir Dieter," the hacker said in German. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on you, Erwin," Dieter replied, patting him on the shoulder. "You should really get some sunlight. You'll never grow or be stimulated if you remain here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know. But look at this." Erwin, the hacker, pointed at the screen.

Dieter leaned closer and his eyes widened a little bit. "Someone trying to obtain information? How ignorant of them. You did stop them right?"

The skinny pale hacker nodded energetically. "Avole. I booted them off."

"Good, good. Here." Dieter searched around in his web belt and produced a Walther PPK and two clips of ammo, one already loaded in the clip. "You might need this, in case the damned police come and sniff around. Oh...and take this box too." He walked outside into the hall and produced a box, which he kicked toward Erwin's closet. "This will cover you up so you aren't arrested. Inside are clandestine clothes like the ones I'm wearing, faked documents that say you're part of the German Special Forces--"

"What if they do a background check?" Erwin asked warily.

"Not too worry!" Dieter lowered his voice some. "I got a contact within the GSF that'll confirm your indentity."

Erwin the Hacker looked into Dieter's eyes and said, "Thank you. I'll never forget this."

"You're welcome, Erwin. Anytime, man. Good day to you," the muscular man replied and he made his way towards the apartment room door exit.

"Good day to you, too," Erwin yelled and the door was shut. Strangely, Erwin didn't bother to turn the lights off. Instead he turned his computer off, put the clandestine clothes in the closet, and laid the fake yet real-looking service record next to the computer tower. He put on a polar fleece jacket, grabbed his keys, and locked his apartment door.

Dieter is right, Erwin said to himself. I do need to get out more often. Maybe today was one of those days.

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"And that's all for this morning," Nicole Adams concluded. "It is regretful that this had to happen but then again, I don't think there could've been a way to prevent this. This is a sad day in American history, like the 9/11 attacks from five years ago. This is Nicole Adams on The World Around You on CNN signing off. Good day and may God be with those dead souls." The light on the camera snapped off and her day was finished. She stood from her chair, stretching her back to get all the kinks out. Some of the news crew gave each other "looks" and they smiled, the kind when you see a hot girl.

After she was finished stretching, Nicole walked off the stage and toward the director. "How'd I do?" she asked. The director felt nervous just then because he was face-to-face with a pretty woman. She'd never asked him face-to-face before. Hoping to keep the conversation short and not make an ass out of himself he replied, "You were great, Nicole. Really."

"Awww, thanks, Robert! That's nice of you!" And she walked away to her dressing room, those high-heels clacking on the tile floor, her butt swaying from side to side, begging to be fucked from behind.

She does this every goddamned time when the program's over... Robert thought. I swear, I think one of these days I'll just fucking pass out.