These Philosophers… no Patriots, they are controlling my life. But there is no way to get out of their control. Unless…Yes that might work. But they will try to stop me I need a trump card, the Shagohod… it has been so long since I have seen that word. But that won't work I need something even better…Granin and his "Metal gear" designs. But he sent them to some Emmerich man here in the U.S. hmm. I still like his bipedal tank idea, though it might not be enough. I might have to find something else to aid me in my attempt at freedom. I'll have to think about it.

Jack

-Knock Knock-

Jack quickly closed his journal and slid it into a secret compartment in his bottom drawer.

"Yes." Replied Jack.

"Sir." A Soldier walks into the room from the door behind Jack. He is dressed in standard army woodland camo. He has a shiny brass plate on his chest that reads Ames. If that is his real name, is another story.

"At ease." Jack told the Soldier.

"A new solder has been appointed to your unit Sir." Explained the Soldier.

"Who is it?" Asked Jack.

Jack was a tall gray haired man. He had a beard that was the same silvery gray as his hair. He also has a patch on his right eye. No one knew what it was from, all they knew was it was from a Top Secret Mission, early in his career. He once shouted out the name Ocelot at a cadet who worked in the weapons lab. The cadet had accidentally shot off a SAA (Single Action Army) and hit a prototype tank.

"His name is Solid Snake Sir." Answered the Soldier.

"HUH!? Snake?" Jack sounded confused.

"Yes Sir." Said the soldier still standing at attention.

"I want to talk to this snake." Jack told the Soldier.

"I'll send him in Sir." The Soldier still stood there with a blank stare.

"Great, that will be all Soldier." Jack saluted him.

"Sir." The soldier saluted Jack.

"Mindless drone, he would make a perfect puppet for the patriots." Muttered Jack.

"Snake…, I wonder, could he be one of the...? No the government assured me that operation was preeminently abandoned."

-Cough-

"Oh…" Surprised Jack sat there in silence, for a second.

"So you're Solid Snake I have been hearing about."

"That would be me." Snake bluntfully stated as he studied the room. He noticed a display case up on the wall. It contained a survival knife, Mk 22, a well-crafted and personalized M1911A1, and what appeared to be a dark colored bandana.

"No "yes Sir"?… Hum I like that." Jack stated before Snake had a chance to ask about the display case. He smirked in delight; satisfied that he didn't have to answer any unwanted questions.

"I don't think Sir is something you should use with someone you are trusting your life to on the battle field." Snake answers.

"Good theory, I like you, I like you a lot. You're undoubtedly what I thought you would look like, a little green, but you'll do. Welcome to FOXHOUND Solid Sake, I am the creator and supreme Commander of this unit, you can call me… Big Boss."