What if Neo never was the "chosen one" but instead, Solid Snake? This is the story of what the Matrix would be like if Solid Snake was the actual chosen one. The story is M/MGS crossover that takes place before Metal Gear Solid 2 and after Matrix Reloaded.
A Shipposan / Master Chief Featured presentation...
It's rainy night on the Brooklyn Bridge. Not necessarily one of the best places on a night like this with the blowing winds and pounding rain.
A figure appears in the storm, the only one on the bridge. Cars pass him by, the coming and going of traffic has become unfazed despite the rain. He's walking in a slow pace, smoking a cigarette. He continues to smoke, letting the nicotine flow throughout his system. Satisfied, he throws it on the ground and stomps the butt with his left foot.
The stranger looks foward. His eyes made of pure determination. And then he sprints foward. The raincoat flies off the stranger and the man known as Solid Snake appears in the rain. He continues to run forward, never looking back and never breaking pace. After a moment, he comes to a halt. He looks over the bridge railing to find a tanker, slowly making its way through the New York harbor. The ex-FOX-Hound agent looks down at the tanker below, ready to jump off the bridge at any moment.
Inspired by the works of Hideo Kojima and the Wachowski brothers...
Suddenly his codec starts to ring.
THE MATRIX (METAL GEAR STYLE)
"Otacon," Snake said through his comlink, trying to find the caller. "Is that you?"
No response.
What the hell?
The codec went crazy for a moment, the numbers oh the frequency dial fluctuating rapidly so that no clear channel could be identified. After a moment of confusion, a connection had been made. The numbers, however, still continued to fluctuate. A voice rung in his hears, but not of Otacon's. It was someone else's.
"The infamous SolidSnake. Alas we meet."
"Who is this?" the Philanthropy agent hissed.
"A fan of yours."
Snake shook his head, setting his hands on the railing. Grey Fox was dead. And this was just a hoax. Snake set his mind back on the mission. As far as he was concerned, he had a job to do.
The mysterious caller continued. "You're not going to find anything there, Snake. Metal Gear Rex was destroyed years ago-- you know it yourself. If it's about the rumours regarding a new Metal Gear, I have all the answers youre looking for."
Snake halted in his movements.
"Listen to my instructions and you will acquire all the information you will ever need to know."
Snake grunted and spoke again."What are my guarentees that you're a man of your word?"
The voice laughed. "There are none. There will be a black Mercedes pulling up next to you in approximately one minute. If you trust us, get in. If you don't continue what you were doing." The transmission was cut and his codec returned to normal, the frequency now turned back to that of the one he tried calling Otacon earlier.
Snake was at a loss of words. The tanker continued to move foward, about to pass the bridge. If there was a decision to be made, it was now. To jump or not to jump. He backed off from the railing and instead, turned his gaze to the road, his eyes trying to find the black Mercedes. Traffic continued as usual.
"Otacon, did you get that last transmission?" Snake said, calling his old friend. He was itching to find out who had called him over the codec, but he knew that chances were, it must've been a burst transmission.
"Couldn't trace it in time because the line was cut short," Otacon replied. "If only the person stayed on for two more seconds I would've gotten it the frequency."
"Damnit" Snake shouted disgustedly. He bit back a curse.
"So what are we going to do Snake?" Otacon asked. At that moment, a Black Mercedes had pulled up in front of him, just as the mysterious caller had promised. Snake's attention focused on the vehicle. His eyes narrowed.
"I'm going in, Otacon." Snake cut the transmission and lifted his hand to open on the door.