Chapter 4

Solid Snake

Snake climbed down the ladder and started running. He immediately stopped, noticing his footsteps were very loud. He walked slowly on the over-head walkway. He noticed a small room on the left and his radar showed a camera. He threw a chaff grenade and ran into the room. Behind the view of the camera was a pair of thermal goggles. These just might come in handy. He picked up the goggles and quickly left the room and continued in the same direction.

At the end of the walkway was another camera. These damned cameras are really getting on my nerves. He didn't have any chaffs left, so he had to sneak passed it. He looked around and noticed some more guards below. I see two guards from here; there may be more. He stuck to the wall behind the camera and walked slowly, waiting for the camera to look the other way. He ran when the camera was pointed to the left.

The first guard below noticed him almost immediately. Dammit! He spotted me! I didn't even see him. Stupid radar! The guard tried to shoot him but missed. Snake rolled off the side of the stairway and hid under a tanker. He heard the guard call out to the others notifying them about him. I think I'll just hang here for a while. He waited for the alert to calm down. As he did so, Campbell calls him again on the codec.

"Use the elevator to change floors."

"Elevator?" Snake asked, "What elevator?"

"There should be a cargo elevator that you can take down somewhere around there. Try to find it."

The codec clicked off before Snake could say anything else. In a hurry? Well, okay, Campbell. The alert slowly went down. Snake crawled out from under the tanker and looked around. Ah, the elevator. It was right behind the tanker. Cool. He went up to it and pushed the activation button. When the elevator reached his floor, he went inside and pushed B1 Basement Floor 1. The elevator's doors shut and went one floor down.

Before he could even make it outside the elevator doors, Mei Ling called. "Look at the radar! It's picking up the DARPA chief!"

"What?"

"He's the green dot."

"Oh."

"Hurry and rescue him."

"Right." Snake exited the elevator and noticed that the "green dot" a.k.a. the DARPA chief was on the other side of a wall. Now, how the hell am I gonna get there? During his thinking process, Snake still had no idea that Manta was coming right behind him.

Manta Ray

The guards were chasing Manta. Ahhh! I don't have a gun! She ran as fast as she could but it was no use. She couldn't shake them. She ran around a tanker and met a guard on the other side. He wasn't facing her, luckily. She ran up to him and tripped him. He fell to the ground and rolled over. She put one foot on his chest and kicked his face with the other. His neck made a loud crack that the other guards apparently heard.

They turned around and ran toward her. She took the dead guard's gun and booked it. Thanks for the AK, she thought. Smart guard, carries a good gun. She didn't even aim it, she just started shooting. The elevator door was opened since Snake had just went down a floor. She ran to the elevator and dived in it. She shut the doors and pressed the B1 button just as Snake had. I think I saw him press this one. After all, my binoculars aren't all that great. Second-hand.

The elevator started down. She waited patiently for the doors to open. When they did, Snake was sitting on the floor. What the hell is he doing? She backed up against the button facing and crouched down just incase he noticed the elevator had again reached his floor. Naturally, he didn't. I really thought he went through gene therapy to enhance his senses. Guess not.

Solid Snake

Snake had no idea what to do, so he just started to walk around and maybe figure it out. He walked to the end of the hallway, and low-and-behold; there was a ladder. God, I'm an idiot. He climbed up the ladder and into another air duct. Damn, is this the last one? This is starting to get stupid.

He started crawling and made a left turn. He noticed a few grates in the air duct. He looked down each of them. In the first one there was a guard on the toilet. Snake groaned. At least he thinks he's in private.

The guard was talking to himself. "…caught a damned cold. I hate Alaska. Boy oh boy. That woman is built all right." The guard got up off the toilet and left the room.

Woman? What woman?

He continued to crawl. In the second room under the grate there was the alleged woman the guard was talking about. Well, Snake thought, not him.

Just then, Snake got a call from Campbell. "Snake, the DARPA chief's signal is coming from somewhere in that area. Isn't there someplace to drop down?"

"Yeah," Snake responded, "a grate."

"Good, go get him."

Snake went to the next grate and looked down. He noticed a African American man sitting on a bed. He started to open the grate when the DARPA chief looked up.

Manta Ray

Manta started to run after Snake when she got a call from Mei Ling. "Manta, how's it goin'?"

"Great, Mei, and you?"

"Good. Sorry to cut this short but you need to be ready to get out of there. Snake is headed for the DARPA chief in that room next to you. He's going to talk to him and then they are going to escape. You need to listen in, but keep yourself hidden and be ready to leave. Got, it?"

"Yeah,"

"Good. Love ya, old pal. 'Luck."

"Bye." Manta was a little disappointed about the conversation being so short, but it was nice to hear Mei Ling after such a long time.

Manta hid by the door. It wasn't long before she started hearing the voices of Snake and the DARPA chief.

"Who…Who…who's that!" the DARPA chief asked very worried for his life.

"I'm here to save you." That must be Snake, Manta thought. Yum…what a voice. Ahh, stop it, you've got a job to do. Pay attention, dumbass! (Manta had had a special liking for Snake since she was a little kid.) "You're the DARPA chief, Donald Anderson, right?" Snake asked the man.

"You're here to save me, huh? What's your outfit?"

"I'm the pawn they sent here to save your worthless butt." Ha, worthless butt, Manta giggled.

"Really?" No, he lied. Manta was really having too much fun. She decided for the last time that it was time to act serious. "It's true…You don't look like one of them. In that case, hurry up and get me out of here." Manta braced herself to run.

"Slow down. Don't worry." Whew, Manta thought. "First, I want some information…about the terrorists."

"The terrorists?"

"Do they really have the ability to launch a nuke?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The terrorists are threatening the White House." What? Really? Oh, yeah. "They say if they don't accede to their demands, they'll launch a nuclear weapon."

"Sweet Jesus…"

"Is it possible?"

"…It's possible. They…could launch a nuke."

"How do they plan to launch? I thought this place was just for…keeping the dismantled warheads. They shouldn't have access to a missile…"

"What I'm about to tell you is classified information. Okay? We were conducting exercises with a new type of experimental weapon. A weapon that will change the world."

"What?"

"A weapon with the ability to launch a nuclear attack from anyplace on the face of the earth…a nuclear equipped walking battle tank."

"Metal Gear?…It can't be!"

"…You knew? Metal Gear is one of the most secret black projects! How did you know that?"

"We've had a couple of run-ins in the past. So that's the reason you were here at this disposal site?"

"Why else would I come to a God forsaken place like this?"

"I had heard the Metal Gear project was scrapped."

"On the contrary. It's grown into a huge joint project between ArmsTech and ourselves. We were going to use this exercise as raw data…and then proceed to mass production. If it hadn't been for the revolution…"

"Revolution…?"

"Rex has fallen into the hands of terrorists…"

"Rex?"

"Metal Gear Rex. The code name for the new Metal Gear prototype. They're probably already finished arming the warhead they plan to use with Rex. These guys are pros. They're all experienced in handling and equipping weapons."

BANG! "Hey!" said a new voice, "Shut up in there willya!" It was a guard. Both the DARPA chief and Snake were quite for a few minutes, then Manta heard more.

Snake continued the conversation, "But I thought that all nuclear warheads were equipped with safety measures. Some kind of detonation code that you have to input…"

"Oh, you mean PAL. Yes, of course, there is a PAL. It's set up so that you need to input two different passwords in order to launch the device."

"There are two passwords?"

"Yes. Baker knows one and I know one."

"Baker? The president of ArmsTech?"

"That's right. Each of us needs to input our password, or there can be no launch. But…They found out my password."

"You talked?"

"Psycho Mantis can read people's minds. You can't resist."

"Psycho Mantis?"

"One of the members of FOX-HOUND. He has psychic powers."

"…This is bad…"

"It's just a matter of time before they get Baker's too…"

"If they find out Baker's password…"

"Yes. They'll be able to launch a nuke anytime. But…there is a way to stop the launch."

"What?"

"The card keys."

"Card keys?"

"They were designed by ArmsTech, the system developers, as an emergency override. Even without the passwords, you can just insert the card keys and engage the safety lock…"

"And if I do that?"

"Yes. You can stop the launch."

"So where are the keys?"

"Baker should have them. Listen. You need all three card keys. There are three different slots to put them in. You need to insert a card into each one of them."

"Okay. Three card keys. Do you know where they might be keeping Baker?"

"Somewhere in the 2nd floor basement."

"2nd floor basement?"

"I heard the guard say they moved him to an area…that has a lot of electronic jamming."

"Any other clues?"

"Yes…they cemented over the entrances, but didn't have enough time to paint them. Why don't you look for the areas where the walls are a different color? Here, take this. It's my ID card. It'll open any level one security door. It's called a PAN card. It works together with your body's own electrical field."

"Personal Area Network, huh?"

"It transmits data using the salts in your body as the transmission medium. As you approach the door's security devices, they'll read the data stored in the card…"

"And the doors will open automatically. Gotcha. Okay, I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Wait a minute."

"What is it?"

"You…haven't heard any other way to disarm the PAL, have you? From your bosses or anyone."

"No."

"Are you sure you haven't heard anything?"

"I just said no."

"So, does the White House plan to give in to the terrorist's demands?"

"That's their problem. It has nothing to do with my orders."

"But…what about the Pentagon?"

"Pentagon?"

"…Nnnnnnnnngggghhhh!"

"What is it!"

"Ww…why? Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh!" Oh my God! What the hell is going on in there?

"Hmm…dead…" Manta heard Snake say.

Chapter 5

Solid Snake

Snake saw the DARPA chief fall to the floor. He reached down to check his pulse. Dammit, he's dead! I've got to call the Colonel!

Snake dialed 140.85 on his codec. Naomi answered. "Naomi, the chief!" Snake yelled. "What happened?"

"I…I don't know. It looked like a heart attack, but…"

"A heart attack?" The Colonel interrupted Naomi. "No…"

"Colonel," Snake gasped. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Absolutely not Snake, you've got to understand. This op is security level Red. You need the highest security clearance to get access to the complete file."

"You want me to believe that you're in charge of this op, but you don't have complete access to the file?"

"I told you. The Secretary of Defense is in operational control. I'm just here as your support…" The Colonel told him, but Snake didn't say anything to that. As an understatement, he was thoroughly pissed off. "Snake," continued the Colonel, "we don't have time to debate. Get out of there and find President Baker!" The codec clicked off.

Snake kicked the bed. How the hell did they put him here if he doesn't even know what is going on?

Snake saw a ration under the bed, so he picked it up. As he did, he heard somebody getting their ass kicked outside. What the…? He went to the door and heard a click. Somebody unlocked the door? The door opened. He started to go outside the DARPA chief's room when he saw the loser of the battle on the ground. God, he's naked! What… Before he could finish his thought, someone had a gun to his head. "Don't move…"

Manta Ray

Manta heard the DARPA chief fall to the ground and Snake mutter something quietly but couldn't make it all out. What is going on here? She heard some commotion in the next room. Huh? She started for the door but she got a call on the codec.

"Manta," Mei said. "You've got to get out of there. Hurry, go to the first floor and hide somewhere. Now!" Manta didn't get to say anything, the codec clicked off just after Mei Ling had finished her statement.

Okaay? Manta boarded the elevator and headed for the first floor. Great, I really hate hiding. As soon as the elevator reached the first floor, she hid herself under the nearest tanker. Grr…I hate this. All she had to do was wait until she was called and ordered to do something.

Manta boarded the elevator and headed for the first floor. As soon as the elevator reached the first floor, she hid herself under the nearest tanker. All she had to do was wait until she was called and ordered to do something.

Solid Snake

"Don't move…" A female voice? Snake stood as still as he could. What's a girl doing here? "So you killed the Chief. You bastard…!"

Snake turned toward the girl, the gun still pointed at him. She was shaking really badly. "Liquid?" the girl said in great fear. "No, you're not." Snake started to run. "I said don't move!"

Snake looked her in her eyes. "Is this the first time you ever pointed a gun at a person? Your hands are shaking." The girl couldn't say anything. Snake pulled out his Socom. "Can you shoot me…rookie?"

"Careful, I'm no rookie!"

"Liar! That nervous glance…that scared look in your eyes. They're rookie's eyes if I ever saw them. You've never shot a person, am I right?"

"You talk too much."

"You haven't even taken the safety off, rookie."

"I told you, I'm no rookie!"

"You're not one of them are you?"

"Open that door! You've got a card, don't you?"

"Why?"

"So we can get the hell out of here."

The door opened by itself and guards started piling in. "Looks like we'll be a little delayed," Snake said. "What are you doing?" he yelled. "Don't think! Shoot!"

The guards shot at them and the girl could barely get any of her shots in. Snake shot until he ran out of ammo. Dammit! "What are you waiting for? Shoot!"

"Don't talk to me like a rookie!"

"I'm telling you, shoot!"

The girl put her finger on the trigger and didn't let go. All the guards fell to the floor, dead. The girl started to walk off. The first thing that Snake noticed was the way that she walked. Can't help it…I'm a guy.

"Thanks for the help!" she yelled and ran off.

Snake ran after her. "Wait…who are you?"

She ran into the elevator. Snake fell to the floor and began to have a hallucination.

:Snake's Hallucination:

Snake saw three men standing around a dead man. "You fool," the first man said. "You've killed him!"

"I'm sorry, Sir," said the second man.

"…His mental shielding was very strong," the third man said interrupting the second. "I couldn't dive into his mind."

"Now we'll never get that detonation code…" the first man said.

"Boss," the third stated. "I have a good idea."

:End of Snake's Hallucination:

Snake looked up and saw the girl in the elevator. There was also another person hovering behind her. She turns around and starts shooting at Snake. He rolls off into a corner. Damn… The elevator door closes and that someone who was hovering around the girl appeared.

"Good girl. Just like that…" the man said. His feet didn't even touch the ground. He disappeared. Where the…what the hell…?

Snake quickly called Campbell. Naomi answered again. "Naomi…I just had some kind of hallucination. Is it from the nanomachines?"

"No, Snake. The nanomachines are functioning properly."

"So what was it?"

"It must have been psychometric interference coming from Psycho Mantis, FOX-HOUND's psychic. Think of it as a mental feedback loop."

"So that was Mantis…?" The codec clicked off and Snake headed for the elevator. I'm gonna go to basement floor 2. See what I can find…

Chapter 6

Solid Snake

The elevator doors were opened so Snake ran in. He turned toward the button facing and pressed B2. The elevator shook to a start and quickly stopped. The doors opened and Snake noticed that there were no guards around. This is really odd.

There were nine little rooms in this one big one. They each had a different Level printed on them. Snake ran passed each of them to see if they would open. Only two did, at this point. In the sixth room, he saw two boxes of C4's. He grabbed them and headed back out. The eighth room's door was already opened. Stuck, probably. In this room, there were two boxes of Socom bullets.

After walking passed all the mini-rooms, Snake considered what the DARPA chief had said. He looked at the walls, trying to see parts painted different colors. At the end of the room he noticed one. He placed a C4 charge and ran away quickly. He pressed the red button on the detonator he had with him and the hollow wall disintegrated.

As soon as he walked through the new hole in the wall, Snake noticed his radar had stopped working. Area with a lot of electronic jamming…I must be close. He walked along the walls to see if he could find more hollow parts. At the very end, he noticed one. He placed another charge and blew up that wall too. Through this hole was another room. This gives a new meaning to "a box in a box in a box." He almost instantly noticed the next hollow wall and did the same to it as he had done to the others.

Snake walked in this room and realized that this was the end to this little maze. The first thing he saw was the President of ArmsTech strapped to a column. Am I too late? The President looked like he had already died. He groaned a little, so Snake knew he wasn't. Snake started for him but the President stopped him and kind of pointed his head to the upper-right of him. "Don't touch it!" he yelled. He wasn't only strapped to a column, but to a column loaded with C4. Dammit!

Snake heard an oddly familiar voice and stealthily pulled out his Socom. "Right. Touch that wire and the C4 will blow up along with the old man! So you're the one that the Boss keeps talking about."

"And you?" Snake asked.

"Special Operations FOX-HOUND," the man said twirling his guns in a showy fashion. "I'm Revolver Ocelot." The man continued twirling his guns smoothly like he had many years of practice. "I've been waiting for you, Solid Snake. Now we'll see if the man can live up to the legend!" How come they always say that and then I kick their ass? "This is the greatest handgun ever made…" The man showed his pistol with great care, "The Colt Single Action Army." Baker was obviously showing great concern for his life because he started shaking badly when Ocelot mentioned his gun.

"Six bullets…" Stop monologuing and let's get on with it! "…more than enough to kill anything that moves. Now I'll show you why they call me… 'Revolver.' " For a few seconds, both Snake and Revolver Ocelot just stood in the same places staring at each other, both daring the other to move. Then, out of nowhere, Revolver yells, "Draw!" and the battle begins.

Snake ran one way and Ocelot ran the other. They both tried to confuse each other with their movements. Ocelot shot at Snake but missed the first time. Snake aimed, but was hit on the leg by Ocelot's second bullet. Damn, that hurt. Oh, hell, I'm bleeding. Bastard hit me.

Snake ran after Ocelot and got in a few shots. It was harder for him to keep up since he was shot. He had a slight limp going on. Ocelot purposely missed Snake with his third shot; the bullet ricocheted off the wall and went right for Snake. Snake rolled out of the way only seconds before it hit him.

Snake quickly thought about it and realized that with Ocelot's gun, he only had three bullets left, unless of course he had more on him. That's probably unlikely, the show-off. Snake snuck up behind Ocelot and shot him about four times. Ocelot ran off and retaliated badly; he used up two of his shots.

Snake could see that his evaluation was correct. Ocelot's face showed that he only had one bullet left. Ha, gotcha now. Snake shot Ocelot twice more and the battle was over. That was too quick.

"You're pretty good," Ocelot commented.

"Thanks," Snake said, mostly in sarcasm.

"Shut it…You know what? That's just what I expected from the man with the same code as the boss." Ocelot emptied his gun of the useless cartridges. "It's been a long time since I had such a good fight…but I'm just getting warmed up." Ocelot reloaded his gun and began to twirl it. He's way too showy…it's starting to annoy me.

Before he could shoot again, a shadowy figure passed by and Ocelot's right hand fell to the floor. Blood was spraying every which way. Baker dry-heaved. What the hell…? "My hand!" Ocelot screamed. The shadowy figure cut Baker loose from the C4. Baker grunted loudly as he hit the floor. The C4 exploded sending Ocelot flying across the room. He hit a wall and landed holding his handless arm. "Stealth camouflage?"

The shadowy figure turned off its camouflage and revealed itself as a ninja. "Can't you even die right?" Ocelot managed to say. "You were lucky," Ocelot directed toward Snake. "We'll meet again!" Ocelot ran off into the hole in the wall, which Snake had previously made.

Snake aimed his Socom at the ninja. "Who are you?"

"I'm like you…I have no name." The ninja turned its attention toward Baker; he was moaning in great pain.

"That…that exoskeleton…!" Baker said.

"Ggggyyaaaaaahhhh!" The ninja yelled in excruciating agony. "Ggggyyyaaaaahhhhhh! Ggggggggyyyyyaaaahhhhhhhhh!" The ninja turned its camouflage back on and somersaulted out of the room.

Who the hell was that? Snake walked over to Baker. "Can you talk?"

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm not one of them. The DARPA chief told me he gave them his detonation code. What about yours?"

"Oh, I get it. Jim sent you…" Baker said as Snake helped him to sit on the floor, leaning against the wall. "You…you're from the Pentagon."

"Answer my question!" Snake said in a hostile voice. "What about your code? There's no time!"

"I…talked."

"What? Now the terrorists have both codes and can launch anytime!"
"It's not like I didn't fight. I managed to resist Mantis' mind probe."

"He couldn't read you? How'd you do it?"

"Surgical implants in my brain."

"Surgical implants?"

"Kind of like a psychic insulation. Everyone who knows these top-secret codes has it."
"Even the DARPA chief?"

"Of course."

"But the DARPA chief said Mantis got his code by reading his mind."

"Are you sure you heard him right?"

"Yeah. I'm sure…In that case, how did they get your code?"

"I never had any training on how to resist torture…cough, cough…"

"It looks like he had some fun with you all right." Snake saw how sick the President looked.

"He's not human. I tell you he loved every second of it…"

"What happened to your arm?"

"He broke it."

"Looks like you're more than even now. His was sliced off."

"Ha. You're a funny man." Baker sort of rolled his eyes. "So…the DARPA chief…is he okay?"

"Dead," Snake said bluntly.

"What? It can't be! You know, that's not what you promised, Jim!" Baker said and went on to hit Snake with his broken cane. "Now you want to shut me up!"

"Calm down! What's wrong with you? I just told you I was here to save you! I didn't kill the DARPA chief." Who the hell is Jim… "He had a heart attack or something…"

"A heart attack? Oh, don't be a fool…"

"Anyway, the terrorists have both codes now."

"Those boys are totally insane. They wouldn't hesitate to launch…"

"I agree. But what do they really want?"

"Who knows? Maybe they're like us in the arms industry…Always looking forward to the next good war…"

"Well I'm not going to let these maniacs start a war today. Do you still have the card keys?"

"Card keys?"
"To override the detonation code! I heard you had them…"

"No, not anymore…"

"What? Who does then? Not the terrorists?"

"No. That woman."

"Woman? Who?" Snake had already forgotten.

"A soldier that was thrown in prison along with me."

"A female soldier? It must be…"

"She said that she had just joined up as a new recruit. They threw her in prison… 'cause she refused to take part in the rebellion."

"A new recruit? Roy's niece?"

"I gave her the key. Looks like she managed to break out of here though. I hope she's okay."

"I'm sure she is. She's green…but as tough as they come. But how did you know she escaped?"

"I was in contact with her by codec. Until I was tied up here that is."

"Codec?"

"Yes. She stole it from the guard. If she still has it, you should be able to contact her."
"I'm sure she still has it. What frequency was she at?"

"Oh…I forgot."

"Damn!"

"Try to contact her. There aren't that many frequencies."

"I'll try right away. But tell me…if this doesn't work…is there some other way to prevent the missile launch?"
"You need to find Hal Emmerich. He's one of my employees."

"Who's that?"

"The team leader of the Metal Gear Rex project. A genius at engineering, but a little bit of an oddball. If there's anyone who can figure out how to stop Metal Gear from launching, it's him."

"What if he can't come up with anything?"

"You'll have to destroy it. Emmerich knows how to destroy Metal Gear."

"Where is this Emmerich?"

"Well…he's probably being held somewhere in the…Nuclear Warhead Storage Building. It's north from here. That's where he worked."

"I understand. But…why Metal Gear? The Nuclear Age ended with the turn of the millenium."
"You're wrong. The threat of nuclear war isn't gone…in fact, it's greater than it's ever been. The amount of spent nuclear fuel and plutonium is increasing even today. Listen, have you ever seen a warehouse full of nuclear material?"

"No…"

"Drums and drums of nuclear waste stacked this high." Baker put his working hand up to the top of his head. "As far as you can see…because there's no real way to dispose of the stuff."
"So they just close the lid and try to pretend like it'll go away?"

"Essentially, yes. And they're not even doing a good job of storing it. Many of the drums are corroded, with nuclear waste seeping out of them."

"Unbelievable."

"Not only that, several pounds of MUF are reported every year."
"MUF?"

"It stands for 'material unaccounted for'. It proves that there's a large and well-organized black market in nuclear materials. Furthermore, since the end of the Cold War. Russian nuclear engineers, in particular, are out of work with nowhere to turn. In other words, there's plenty of available nuclear material and scientists for making a bomb. We live in an age when any small country can have a nuclear weapons program."

"What about the other superpowers?"

"Russia and China still maintain a significant nuclear presence. Complete nuclear disarmament is an impossibility…To maintain our own policy of deterrence, we need a weapon of overwhelming power."

"You mean Metal Gear."
"Yes. You know our industry suffered quite a blow as a result of the cuts in military budgets due to this so-called 'peace'."

"I remember hearing a lot about mergers and takeovers among the big weapons makers."

"Yes. And after my company lost their bid to produce the Air Force's next line of fighter jet, the Metal Gear system was our last ace in the hole. That's why we pushed to have Metal Gear developed as a black project."

"Black project?"

"Secret projects paid for by the Pentagon's black budget. You can avoid a lot of red tape and get a great leadtime on your weapons production. And no one can bother you…Not even those bleeding heart liberals on the military oversight committee."

"Bribes…"

"I prefer to think of it as good business…Anyway, Metal Gear was going to be formally adopted…after the results of this exercise were analyzed…"

"I don't give a crap about you and your company."

"Yes. That's about what I'd expect from a grunt like you…Here." Baker held out his hand to Snake. "This is what you came for, right?"
Snake took the object. "What is it?"

"An optical disk. It's all here. The main hard drive was destroyed by gunfire. This is the only remaining copy of the data."

"What kind of data?"
"All the data collected from this exercise. Don't play dumb.

I know you were sent to get this. I hid it from that sadistic maniac while he was torturing me. They don't know this disk exists. Make sure that you report this to your boss. I'll give you my card too. It'll open up all security level 2 doors."

"Can you walk?"

"…No…You go on without me. They got my password…

They don't want anything else from me."

"I have one more question. Who or what was that ninja thing? It looked like you knew something."
"That ninja? That was FOX-HOUND's dark little secret…"

"Dark little secret?"

"An experimental…genome…soldier…cough, cough"

"You know him?"

"You should ask Dr. Naomi Hunter from FOX-HOUND. She knows better than I…"

"Naomi?"

"You've got to stop them…if it goes public, my company and I are…finished…"

"What? Doesn't Metal Gear use currently existing technology?"

"Metal Gear itself does, but…" Baker started doing the same thing that the DARPA chief did.

"Huh?" Snake was starting to get worried.

"What…what did you do to me? Uh…Oooh…No! …Ooh. Oh, no, it can't be! …Those Pentagon bastards!" Baker started convulsing. "…So they…they actually went and did it…!"

"What are you talking about?"

"They…they're just…using you for…uuuhhh…Uuuuhhh…" Baker stopped shaking and his head fell down onto his chest.

"What the hell…" Snake called Campbell.