Snake laid against the stained wall of his prison cell and looked to the ceiling in disbelief. He let out a long sigh. The words of the CIA official still lingered in his mind. He had no idea what he was talking about. The thought of the Patriot's death stilled puzzled him.
"How could the most top-secret governmental organization with complete control over an entire nation be assassinated so easily?" he continued to think.
"Arghh...this just doesn't add up."
He dove his hand into his small pocket and pulled out his last remaining cigarette and the almost empty lighter. While placing the cigarette between his lips he lit the lighter and cuffed his hands. He was instantly in heaven...
"Ahhhhhhhh...damn that's good."
The satisfaction of the long awaited cigarette was easily seen by the expression in his tired face. Snake slid deeper into his cot and looked up further, puffing the smoke into air.
"Patriots dead, bullets in all the skulls. Liquid/Ocelot?" Snake pondered. "But that wouldn't make any sense, why in the hell would they give one of their pawns their location? Nah, that can't be it."
Snake's countless questions floating through his mind were interrupted but the banging on the large cell door. A guard spoke loudly.
"Hey! You've got 3 more hours till your transport makes it's way here. Hope you'll be ready for moving by then." the guard walked further down the corridor as he went on his patrol.
"That's five in the morning." Snake mumbled to himself in obvious annoyance.
His cigarette was hastily fading away and that moment of sweet bliss was past him. He was reminded of the cell he was locked away in and that crime he was accused of. He sunk deeper and deeper into his cot until he was lying down. He looked toward the ceiling with heavy eyelids and was drifting away. But before he could another set of footsteps were heard coming his way.
"Another guard?"
This time there was no bang on his cell.
"Snake. Psst...hey Snake you awake?" a familiar voice rang through his cell.
"Otacon?"
"Yeah I'm here Snake. Looks like I'm saving you again huh?"
"Just get me out of here."
A click was heard and the large door swung open. No one was on the other side.
"Stealth camo huh? How'd you get a key?" Snake whispered.
"I got it from a key rack above the desk." Otacon said as he handed a pistol over to Snake.
"A .45...with tranq darts." he inspected the gun.
"The usual Snake."
"Glad to know you're still on my side."
"Of course, I know there's not even a slightest possibility that you would have killed those men."
"Yeah, but I want to know who did."
"Well let's not worry about that now Snake, we've got to get you out of here before transport."
"Nationwide manhunt if I turn up missing. But like that really matters now."
Snake began to walk out of the cell cautiously.
"Wait a minute Snake, you really think you can just sneak through a high level security prison looking like that?"
"..hmm?"
Otacon handed him a stealth camo suit and Snake happily accepted.
"You planned an escape route?" Snake asked while he fitted the camo suit on quietly.
"No Snake, I busted in here thinking we could get out scott free with no method of transport. OF COURSE I have an escape route. Follow me."
"Wait, how'd you know where exactly I was locked up? Or the fact that I was locked up at all?"
"I've got many insiders that I'm working with now Snake. Philanthropy wasn't going to work anymore, we were considered terrorist due to that tanker incident. So I quit. But I'll explain more later. We've got to get going. "
Snake followed Otacon as they quietly made their way down the corridors. Each hallway of endless cells all looked identical. It was amazing that Otacon knew where he was going. Thankfully not many guards where patrolling at the time, it was easy sailing for the two as they made there way around.
"You sure this is the right way?" Snake whispered.
"Yeah, just keep following. There should be a vent around here, help me find it"
Otacon swung open a set of large blue doors that entered into the back kitchen. He inspected around looking for that particular escape route.
"I guess no ones working their cleaning shift today huh?"Snake said while he looked around.
Otacon continued on ignoring his comment as he hastily inspected each nook and cranny of the kitchen.
"There!" he pointed toward a small ventilation shaft. "We crawl through there, it leads outside into a large AC system and we can get over the fence through there. "
"Alright. This was pretty nicely planned Otacon, I'm impressed." Snake said as he broke the gate blocking the small vent.
"Yeah well I made damn sure this would go off without any problems." Otacon said as he crawled in behind Snake who was already making his way down the cramp shaft.
"Keep going straight?" Snake asked in confusion.
"Ummm...I'm not sure at this point Snake. But I know it's close. Just keep looking in each turn to see what it leads to."
"Grrr..."
The first turn came up and Snake peered down the shaft to see the cafeteria. It had several men mopping around the tables with grumpy looks upon their faces;apparently not their favorite choice of pass-time.
"This ain't it."
"Maybe the next?"
Snake peered down the next one already annoyed. Outside he saw what seemed like some sort of entertainment hall. Tables lined up all facing toward a small TV hooked onto the corner ceiling.
"Not it either." Maybe you didn't plan hard enough Otacon.
"Don't worry, it should be the next one." Otacon reassured him.
At this point Snake could feel the light breeze of wind coming from a nearby vent. He checked the next one to see the outside. He then quickly punched out the vent and dropped down on top of the AC system and then to the ground.
"Come on."
Otacon jumped down as well. He looked up the large fence in front of them. "Hmm... I don't know if I can climb that."
"Just come on." Snake said as he was half way up the fence.
As he dropped down safely on the otherside, Otacon was slowly but surely making his way up on the other side. He made his way to the top, then began making his way back down.
Otacon dropped to the floor. "Ok Snake, just follow me. It's easy sailing from here."
Snake did as told and followed Otacon as he walked toward the bushes on the edge of the coutyard.
"There's a small tear in the fence inside these bushes." Otacon said as he dropped down to all fours and began crawling into the bushes. Snake did the same, as they made their way through the bushes, through the fence, and outside to freedom.
"Alright Otacon, where exactly is our transport?"
"Right in front of us." Otacon pulled out a small remote from his coat pocket and then pressed on a small button. Suddenly if front of Snake's very eyes the unveiling of a small black chopper formerly protected behind a stealth armor prototype.
"Wow Otacon. New?"
"Yeah, a cilivian version of the new stealth bomber being tested right now. Very useful in covert operations."
Both Otacon and Snake hopped into the chopper. Otacon then began lift off. The stealth chopper was surprisingly quiet, small, and had very easy controls. There was no way they could be spotted now. As soon as Otacon flew the chopper out of the immediate area Snake starting asking questions.
"Alright Otacon, so explain this new group you're were talking about."
" I joined up with a large network of military personnel concentrating on gathering any sort of info on the Patriots after Big Shell. They wouldn't have been able to keep a lid on us. We would have brought the Patriots into the light, not by the internet, TV, or newspapers. But through the power of our words. Our own voices. They would not be able to control that. Nastasha's book did well, but wasn't enough. We would give them living proof. But apparently that doesn't matter now that they're dead. We just want to know whats Washington going to do?
"Apparently blame it all on me. "The notorious terrorist."
"I'm thinking that Washington might have to pull something drastic. And we want to figure out what's going on. Except that wasn't even our main worry, which is where you come in Snake."
"Go on..."
"The Patriots sudden death is our main objective. Apparently the Patriots had themselves an assassination squad to handle their dirty work before the S3 plan went into effect. Killing the people who knew too much. Nastasha went underground after she published her book, so she was lucky. Plus if the Patriots had killed her that would give people all too much suspicion to if her story was true. That group was called The Revolution."
"So I'm suppose to locate these men huh?"
"Yes, and we have a great lead to their location as it is. But you only need to contact one. After the S3 plan went up they weren't needed anymore. The Patriots knew what the people knew and didn't have the need for assassins."
"Maybe they killed them themselves? Maybe angered for their lost payroll?"
"Maybe, Snake. But afterwards they all split up. They all went their separate ways. We have info on one member. His codename was Director X. We need you to find him and get info from him. Anything you can get will do."
"So where is he located?"
"Seems like he operates his own mercenary faction in the Ukraine. Killing is the only thing he's good at, only way he can make money. He has set up a small base on Ukrainian turf and we need you to make contact with him. Getting any information you can from him.
"Anyways soon we'll be dropping you off on Ukrainian turf sometime this week. We'll brief you further in your mission. You need some rest Snake."
"Yeah...I do. But I don't exactly remember accepting this mission" Snake smiled.
"At this point Snake, you might not have a choice."
The chopper flew into the black night disappearing without a trace.