Metal Gear Solid:

Untold Mission

A/N: Bah…one review…AGAIN. Anyways, I have some bad news. . It's been really hard to update lately because I have a Resident Evil fic that I put all my work into, because I have a bigger fan base for that fic then this one. So therefore, I have decided to put this fic on a permanent, or temporary halt until my RE fic is completed. A big sorry goes out to my readers, but it is just too much work for me.

Chapter 5: A Reunion of Sorts

His eyes opened slowly, and at first everything was a blur, but his eyes focused eventually and his surroundings became clearer. He was lying on a thin mattress, which was placed on a metal frame, which was hooked to two chains which were hooked to the wall.

Just great…I was caught…

Jack sat up slowly, and rubbed the left side of his neck, there was a small hole in his neck. Not so much of a hole, but a tiny scar, like what a pimple would leave behind.

Tranquilizer dart…

The room was small, concrete; one wall was made of thick metal bars. In the back left corner was a toilet and sink. Not very welcoming. Big Boss threw his feet over the edge of the makeshift bed and sat there for a moment, thinking of his odds of escaping, let alone a way to escape. It was really too bad that he didn't have one of those fake death pill things. That would help. It had before, anyways.

Last time I was captured, I lost an eye. I wonder what I'll lose this time?

The soldiers that had captured him stripped him of his weapons, and of his radio. It wasn't like he expected to wake up with them anyways. Sighing, Jack got to his feet and walked over to the metal bars and tried to get a look around. There was another cell in front of him, and one to the left and right of that one. There were probably cells on either side of his own to. Hanging bulbs, spaced at regular intervals along the hall, lighted the corridor. And for the first time he noticed that it was kind of chilly.

Probably underground…

Sighing again, Jack laid back down on his 'bed' and closed his eyes. There wasn't much else he could do. He would just have to wait until the right time came along to escape. He doubted very much that that time would come very fast. Jack put an arm over his face, placing his eyes in between his bicep and his forearm. And pretty soon, Jack found out that he needed to sleep once he started to doze off.

After losing contact with 'Snake', as everyone was so used to calling him; it had become a sort of second name for him, he and Stacey reported it to Major Zero and only received a look of concern on his aging face. He told them to stay in the control room when they could, and so they did. But nothing had come up even after a full day passed. And now he was sitting there in the cafeteria, Stacey sitting across from him.

"I hope he's okay…" Stacey said in a low voice, sipping her coffee. Her eyes were glazed over as if she were going to cry. Sigint couldn't blame her though. Jack had become a very good friend of theirs through the time that they'd known him. He felt his own wave of fear cross him. A fear that Jack could be dead. His final words they had received didn't sound to promising.

Sigint grinned slightly, his dark features turning remorseful. Sigint placed a hand on her own that was stretched out over the table. "He's okay. He's been through a lot worse. A hell of a lot worse. Trust me, his radio could have just messed up. Water or something. He was in a cave last time we heard from him, anyways."

Stacey grinned slightly, but her eyes told a different story, still teary-eyed. Sigint frowned at the look of her, and knew how much she cared for Jack. Maybe she liked him more then a friend? Maybe there was a secret attraction between the two? Either way he just knew that he needed to keep her happy, he needed to keep her hopes up.

"Come on." Sigint said, standing up and walking around to the other side of the table. "We should get back to the communications room, maybe he'll call." The dark-haired man helped Stacey up and the two walked out of the cafeteria. Sigint wouldn't tell her, but he really doubted that they'd hear from Jack anytime soon.

Once inside the dark room, the only light provided by a large row of blinking lights set into a table of buttons, the two took a seat in the four leather chairs that were mounted in front of the control panel. Stacey still held her coffee, her face twisted into a sad expression.

Sigint shook his head and grabbed the headphones. "Come on, Stacey, cheer up." Sigint wrapped the headphones around his neck and grabbed her hand again and squeezed. "He's alright, trust me."

She looked over at him and grinned just slightly, but gave a nod. She picked up her headphones and put them around her neck, like Sigint had done.

With a heavy screech, a door opened some distance away from where he lay in his cell. The sound woke him, but he didn't bother to get up or look for the person that had entered the cellblock. So he continued to lay there, trying dreadfully hard to catch some sleep-but the heavy footsteps, and the lighter footsteps of people prevented him from doing that.

Even though the footsteps were coming toward him, Big Boss still didn't bother to peek at whoever the walkers were. It was most likely just a few guards checking on their prisoners. Either that or they had an announcement. The footsteps stopped, and he wondered for a moment if they were looking at him.

I really don't give a damn…

The footsteps didn't continue, but the guard started talking. He couldn't hear all of it, but he heard some.

"This…him…found…jungle." The first voice was a mans, speaking Chinese.

A second voice spoke, this time that of a woman's. "…You…dismissed…"

There was another small exchange of words between the two unknown people, Jack paying little interest to their conversation or what their actions were. Apparently, the woman was a higher-up and had dismissed the man he heard the footsteps of him leaving. The screech of the door closing was the last thing he heard, apparently the woman was either standing there looking at him, or had walked off quietly.

Good, they left. I can sleep now-

And then his cell door was being unlocked, and slid open. More footsteps as someone came into the cell. The woman was probably ten feet away from him. He still went on with his sleeping as if he hadn't heard the woman come in.

"Get up." She spat; no longer speaking Chinese, and suddenly her voice was familiar. Very familiar. "Did you hear me? Get up!"

Big Boss removed his arm from over his face, and before opening his eyes he heard a gasp of surprise.

"S-Snake?" The woman said in shock. When he finally opened his eyes, he was equally taken aback as she was. He couldn't hardly believe that the blonde-haired woman was actually in front of him…But she was. EVA was.

"…EVA…" Jack stood up quickly, and looked down at her gorgeous face. "…Where-why…" He was at a loss of words.

EVA frowned. "I'm so sorry Snake…" Eva tried to avoid his gaze by looking down at the floor.

Big Boss narrowed his eyes, but not in anger, as he looked down at her. Jack grabbed her chin softly, and re-directed her gaze into his eyes. "EVA…I came here so that I could find you, I came here because I wanted answers. Is this where you disappeared too?"

EVA nodded. "Yeah, but it's a long story Snake, and now isn't the time nor the place to talk about it. People could get suspicious. I know where your gear is Snake; I'll hide it just outside the fence of this compound. I'll come back later with the keys so you can escape. Okay?" Jack nodded a reply. "I'll meet up with you tonight. It's morning now, about ten-thirty. We'll meet on the outskirts of Hanoi, okay?" Again he nodded. "I should get going now. Bye, Snake." EVA stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips and turned to leave.

Jack watched her walk away, and close the door behind her.

Three hours had passed, and most of those hours had passed in silence. Silence that just refused to brake, a silence spent in deep thought. Despite his attempts to crack jokes now and then, her mood still stayed the same. She felt sad, a sadness like grief. A grief like what you feel when your best friend, or a family member dies. Sometimes that sadness would be replaced by vertigo when she started to think too much about Jack. After that, a bad stomachache would replace both, and she would rush to the restroom.

Now she sat there in the leather chair, the lights of the buttons turning her features a mixture of red and blue, staring blankly at the wall not four feet from where she sat beside Sigint. The African American was looking at her, she couldn't see him staring at her, but she felt his eyes on her like a burden. Weighing down on her, and making her feel somewhat guilty.

"Sigint, I'm sorry that I'm so depressed. It's just that…" Her voice trailed off, and she bit her bottom lip. "It's just that, I keep thinking Jack's hurt…" Despite everything Sigint had told her, all of the jokes, and all of the encouragement he had given her through the past several hours, it seemed that nothing would help. It hurt deep down to think that someone you knew for several years has died…

Sigint forced a smile. "It's okay, I understand completely."

A/N: Alright, as I said before, that's going to be the last chapter for awhile. Sorry goes to my readers, again. I just hope that I get more reviews that will push me harder to want to keep working on this. Until next time.

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