Klyde was sitting in a bar in Thailand, cursing his own stupidity. "Brilliant move, asshole. Rush off to Thailand with no clue where to go." Klyde shook his head and downed his scotch. Klyde continued to drink until a large hand landed on his shoulder. Klyde spun around with a raised fist. "Who the hell do you think you are...?", he managed to slur out. He stopped short as he saw who the hand belonged to. T. Hawk sat down next to him and smiled.

"When I sensed your energy nearby, I came at once. Have you come to help me?"

Klyde squinted, trying as hard as he could to concentrate. "Help you with what...?"

"Shadowloo! I have come to destroy their base. Isn't that why you have come?"

Klyde grinned. "Ah yes. Of course. That's why I'm here. But I'm an asshole, and I didn't even know where to go, so I'm stuck."

T. Hawk shook his head and laughed. "I see. Well, we are both in luck. I know where the base is."

Klyde tilted his head. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I can not get inside. The security is incredibly tight. My large frame does not help matters."

"Oh. So, you need someone small to sneak in and take care of security?..."

T. Hawk looked at him and smiled. "That is so nice of you to volunteer."

Klyde's eyes went wide. "Me? But... but..."

T. Hawk slapped him on the back. "Nonsense, you'll do fine!" Klyde got up and rubbed his neck. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Come, I will show you where to go."

T.Hawk took the still drunken Klyde by the arm and dragged him off.

Klyde held his head in his hands. How did I get myself into this...? T.Hawk gave him a smile. "You are a very brave warrior."

Klyde sighed. I can't say no to that big lug. He hung his head and looked at his challenge.

It was a large building surrounded by sheer cliffs. There were guards stationed at every opening, and the weather was terrible. Rain was pouring from the black sky, and there was an occasional flash of lightning. Very dramatic, Klyde thought. He shook his head and tried to clear his newly formed hangover. The rain had made the footing treacherous, and that combined with his fuzzy perception led to Klyde stepping on a loose piece of earth. The ground split beneath him, and he plummeted down the cliff.

"Owwowowowowowowowowowo...ow!"

I managed to hit into every rock on the way down, he bitterly noticed. He smashed into a tree stump at the bottom of the fall. That didn't help my headache... damn.

Klyde looked around wildly, praying that the guards hadn't heard his fall. Unfortunately, his recent orchestra of pain had alerted one of the sentries. As the guard swept his flashlight around the area, Klyde pulled himself into the fetal position, using the stump for cover. The guard muttered something in a language Klyde didn't know and wandered off. Klyde breathed out heavily and shook his head.

Now, what would Solid Snake do?, Klyde wondered as he looked at the now much closer building. Klyde had decided long ago that video games held all the knowledge necessary for one's life. Well, first off, Snake would use some cool gadgets to scope out the place... He looked over his possessions and sighed. Game Boy, rubber band, and a bag of chips. He sighed as he opened the bag, finding all of the contents crushed from the recent fall. Great. So I have a Game Boy and a rubber band. Too bad I'm not MacGyver...well, at least if I get captured, I'll have something to do...

Klyde dropped into a crawl position and began making his way toward the compound. Now, if this is a proper secret base, they have to have some kind of large, underused ventilation shaft... aha! At the isolated end of the west wall, there was a vent cover with only a single guard. It's so simple...

He grinned and made his way towards the unsuspecting guard. Now... how to distract him...? Well, I'll be damned if I give up my Game Boy, so it looks like I need to figure out some thing I can do with the rubber band... Further ahead, Klyde noticed a pile of discarded wiring. Perfect!... As a kid, Klyde had perfected the most powerful weapon known to childkind. Using simply a rubber band and stripped copper wiring, it was possible to inflict welts from a safety of up to twenty meters away. He stripped a length of wiring, and bent it into a horseshoe shape. Then he readied the rubber band like a catapult and launched the miniature projectile.

The guard let out a little yelp as the attack hit it's mark. He gave an angry snarl as he searched around for the source of the assault. He wandered away from his post and began searching the tall grass for his quarry. Klyde quietly crawled around him and made his way to the grate. He tugged at it, and came off much easier than he thought it would. He stealthily crawled in and put the grate back up behind him. Just like Solid Snake... he thought to himself as he crawled into the Shadowloo compound.

Balrog groaned to himself. I knew I couldn't trust that moron Birdie. He pulled a no-show! I suppose I'll have to do it myself. He had been planning a coup of Bison for years, and only recently had he caught wind of the supposed source of his boss's power, the Psycho Drive. It was worthy of the capital letters. If he could get his hands on it, he could make a pantload of money. Now he was inside the room, and his ambition was almost realized.

He had given up on waiting for Birdie and had entered the room himself. Now is not the time to worry about being caught. I'm so close! He walked in and stared in awe. The Psycho Drive was a pedestal that was emitting a pale blue light. The effect was almost hypnotizing.

"Now I just gotta figure out how to make this thing power me up! Then I'll be able to take down Bison!" He began fiddling with several buttons, when a loud crashing sound made him jump. He spun around, and saw the kid he had ordered Birdie to kill back in Hong Kong laying in a pile of plaster and broken metal.

"You! So that's why Birdie didn't show up! You took him out? How did you get in here?" This kid must be a pro!

Klyde rubbed the back of his neck and got up. "Heh, I was crawling through the ventilation shafts, but I guess I weighed too much... it never happened to Snake..."

"Well, I'm afraid this is the end of the line, kid. You know way too much!" Balrog emphasized his statement with a dashing lunge punch that Klyde barely managed to avoid. His fist smashed into the metal wall, easily smashing through. Klyde gulped.

"That's a hell of a punch!"

Balrog smiled as he ran at the kid again. "Oh, that's nothing! Come take a closer look!" He chased Klyde around the room, smashing everything in his way. There were several holes in the wall, and some of them were spewing sparks. The lights in the room began to flicker on and off. Balrog growled.

"Look what you made me do! Who knows what this is gonna do to the Psycho Drive!"

Klyde turned and looked at the Drive. "Ooooh! Cool lightshow!" Balrog took the distraction and threw a punch at Klyde's head. Klyde turned around, his face coming into the fist. He was knocked into the air, and smashed down on the Psycho Drive. Sparks flew up and Klyde writhed in the light for several seconds. Everything stopped after that, and there was a heavy silence. Balrog slowly inched over to see what had become of his opponent.

Klyde sat up, his eyes wide. He stared down at his hands with a small smirk on his face. "Wow... this is pretty cool. It feels like.. something is flowing through me..."

Balrog backed up in fear. Did this kid just get the power of the Psycho Drive?... Oh crap...

Klyde hopped off the Drive and flexed his fingers. Then he turned to Balrog and grinned. "You were saying something about taking me out?..."

Balrog smashed his fists together and shook his head. "No way I'm scared of some little punk. C'mon!"

Balrog rushed forward, throwing out a barrage of punches. Klyde effortlessly dodged each of them, the grin on his face never leaving. Klyde lashed out with a counter hit with his palm that slammed right into Balrog's stomach. He doubled over the hand for a second, and then lunged up with his head, catching Klyde right in the jaw with a headbutt. Klyde staggered back a bit. Balrog grinned and swung his finisher attack, a mighty spinning punch.

"Gigaton Blow!..."

Balrog let out a little squeak as Klyde's fist drove up into his ribcage. Balrog stumbled backwards, clutching at his side. "How did you, dodge it...?"

Klyde charged up his energy into both of his palms and dashed forward.

"Messastu Gou Gadoken!" he yelled as he let loose a rapid flurry of fireballs. All eight small energy attacks smashed into Balrog, sending him flying into a wall. His body slowly slid down the wall, hitting a small switch that read "alarm". Klyde's eyes went wide. "Oh shit..." he mumbled as a loud siren began to wail. He looked up at the broken ventilation shaft and became serious. "I've got to get out of here." he stated with a grim face. He leapt up and grabbed the edge of the broken shaft, seemingly in slow motion. He fancied he could hear dramatic music playing in the background. He went to pull himself up, when a loud screeching sound rung out in the room. The metal he was pulling himself up from bent and broke, sending Klyde smashing into the ground. His imaginary dramatic music stopped abruptly. He pulled his head up, looked around at the pile of rubble, and sighed.

Bison smiled to himself. He had what he so desperately sought. The "World Warrior" was his. Something felt wrong in the back of his head, and his power felt unusually low, but he wasn't letting it bother him. He could check the Psycho Drive later.

"How have you been?"

Bison spun around. "Who dares... oh. It's you. What do you want?"

Rose smiled smugly. "Is that how you greet an old friend?"

"Friend? Is that what you think? What do you want, harpy?"

"You cannot do this."

"The warrior is mine to do with what I please."

Rose growled. "If I have to stop you myself, I will."

Now Bison smiled. "Now that is amusing. Do you honestly believe that you could stop me?"

Rose closed her eyes. "I sense your power is fading. Something wrong with that ridiculous toy of yours?"

"My Psycho Drive is operating just fine. And even if it wasn't, it wouldn't matter. I've always been stronger than you, Psycho Drive or not."

Rose shook her head. "Whether or not you are stronger than me is a moot point. I must stop you."

She began to charge an energy blast over her head. Bison laughed and pushed his hand forward. A shockwave burst out, sending Rose flying into the air. She smashed into the ground, no longer moving. Bison shook his head. "All too easy..."

He went to walk away, when a foot came flying out of the air, smashing into his face. Bison crashed into the ground, sending dust everywhere. Without losing any momentum, he scooped up the unconscious Rose and darted off. Bison sat up and rubbed his face.

"The Bushin successor shouldn't have been able to hurt me like that... maybe I really do need to check the Psycho Drive..."

Bison turned around and heard the sounds of a scuffle. "Ah! The Interpol pawns are here already! My, today is a busy day..." Bison walked off, ready to meet his next guests.

AN-No, Klyde didn't get the full power of the Psycho Drive. He only got a boost. But he did manage to short the thing out, so yay for Klyde. Stay tuned for more, I'll write the next few chapters as fast as I can.