A man sat in a new office. Finally away from the government and the military for good. He thought about the news he received just two months ago. He realized that there was nothing that he could do. His niece was dead and all he could do was move on she would have wanted it that way. Not to have any one wallow if she died doing what she believed. Well that was the way he wants it so doesn't it seem right that she would too. 'She did take after me.'

The suit he wore was comfortable. He brushed his shoulder and stopped just where the device that denoted his rank. His phone rang and he jumped slightly as if a child had been caught touching himself. He answered just before the second ring. "Hello," the voice on the other end came through slightly unclear, but he did make out the words "Colonel?" it was a rank that he was called only by a select few. After that night he didn't want to be called it any more. "This is Dr. Hal Emmerich. I am calling from a psychiatric institute in Alaska. I have a patient here who clams he knows you," the colonel didn't want to see where this is going but he needed to know more about what happened that night with his niece. "His name is David Plisken. He clams to be some Solid Snake."

The colonel stood up and almost hung up. "I would like you to shed some light on things here. He says he served under you. I wish I could just put this down but things just seem like there are adding up. He called me Otacon." The colonel stopped him "I am sorry...but I think you have the wrong number," the handset left his ear and he started to hang up when he heard the man on last time "he said something about a girl named Meryl." He paused. "He had told me about her being the niece of a Colonel Campbell. I looked it up because everything he says just is backed up. It sounds like he means it with conviction...I mean yeah I have seen plenty of patients and they have told their fair share, but this just seems....real,"

Campbell sat down and thought only of knowing what of his niece. He wasn't too concerned about the man. He had his reasons. He just wanted his niece. He sighed and picked up a pen. "Where is this institute located?"

To be continued...

Disclaimer: well I a do have a sick mind...but not the rights to the game of metal gear...