Prologue: Insertation
Footsteps! Snake thought to himself, But this was supposed to be a secluded zone! No one here! There was obviously someone here beside himself. He quickly ran and rolled into some bushes nearby, his cameo near-perfectly blending in.
"Well, here's the wreckage. Are you damn happy now?" Someone said.
"No, I'm not happy! Where's the person who's supposed flying this thing!" Someone else replied.
"Why don't we look around then, dipshit?" The other person said.
There seemed to be no more than 2 people here. They seemed to be walking in the direction opposite of Snake. Snake slowly crawled out of the bushes and stood up, doing a quick survey of the area before radioing Colonel.
"Colonel, remind me the next time you offer up a new way to get into the insertation zone to shoot you."
"Why? Did something go wrong?"
"Yes, I crashed…and 2 soldiers came and decided to look around. They went opposite of my direction, though, I should be fine."
"What would you prefer you use the next time then? HALO?" The Colonel replied.
"Well…yes."
"I see you don't like the prototype planes the Air Force made. We'll just have to deny those the next time they want us to try them out in combat."
"It's not that I don't like them, it's just that…"
"Whatever, you know what to do, infiltrate the prison and bring home General Marcus. Should be a quick in-and-out mission, 5 hours at the most." The Colonel interrupted. He shut off the radio and Snake was on his own.