Chapter 2

As he opened the door, a hand stretched out to greet him. A woman's hand. He took it, and instantly he was pulled in to the vehicle. The door closed and the Mercedes jolted foward. The momentary change in inertia threw Snake into the rear seat of the black Mercedes. He looked up, wiping the rain on his face.

In the vehicle were three other people. One was a driver, and the other two sat in the passenger compartment adjacent from him. He couldn't get a face on the driver, but he did make out the passengers. The person on his left was a woman around mid-twenties, with long slick black hair. The other passenger was a man of early thirties, had a fair dark complexion was bald.

What he found odd was that both wore shades, in this kind of weather and such.

The woman next to him took off her glasses, only to reveal a beautiful pair of blue eyes. Snake's gaze glanced downward, observing the woman's body. She wore some kind of exotic black attire, which accentuated her curves. Dirty thoughts swept across his mind, but he brushed it back as soon as the woman began to talk.

"You must be wondering why you're here," she said. "All your questions will be answered in due time. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Trinity." She offered a handshake.

Snake unholstered a gun, aiming it towards her forehead. However the figure beside her, baldy, had his own weapon trained on the Philanthropy agent equally as fast.

"Let's cut to the chase," Snake said, wanting to avoid conversation. "We're all here because of one reason: Metal Gear. Apparently you all know something about it that I don't. Make my life simple and let's not waste any more time."

Trinity sighed and thought for a moment before turning to the other figure. "What do you propose Morpheus?" she asked.

The other passenger, referred to as Morpheus, turned to Snake. Their eyes met, each holding a cold front. "What you are about to hear," Morpheus began, in an almost monotone voice. "is information of the truth. Once you hear the truth, however, there will be no turning back. Whether or not you accept this truth is irrelevant; you will be a part of it."

Confusion overtook Snake's mind. "What?"

Suddenly, the vehicle came to a screeching halt and Snake took a moment to hold himself in his seat so that he wasn't thrown foward.

"That's all going to have to hold for now," the driver said. "We got trouble in the front. Agent Smiths. A lot of them." Morpheus and Trinity turned around to see what the commotion was all about. Snake sat in his seat gazing through the front window, awestruck. In front of the Mercedes stood a row of people, all dressed in business suits and identical in every shape and form. Clones. Sort of.

What the hell's going on here?

"Why are we stopping?" Snake asked, quizzically. "We can run them over with no sweat in this thing."

Morpheus turned back to Snake. "No we can't," he said grimly.

The driver turned the car around as the clones started sprinting towards the Mercedes. Their amazing speed was displayed as the horde of them were catching up to the fleeing vehicle. Snake aimed his SOCOM at the back window and fired. Glass shattered and now he could see the numerous clones start to run towards them. Then he saw something he had never seen in his whole life: the agent dodged the bullet using some super speed.

Snake fired more rounds from his Socom but each shot completely missed the clones that ran after the Mercedes. Trinity turned to him. "That won't work on them," she said calmly. She picked up an assault rifle from the back trunk and started firing at the clones. The bullets pierced through the glass and poured into the crowd of clones but the clones stopped running and the bullets all seemed to hit the deck of the bridge.

Luckily for the Mercedes, they had managed to lose the agents. Snake turned to Trinity. "What the hell was that?"

Trinity grimaced. "That was an agent. Or should I say, agents."