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"Arrived at insertion point," Snake said to Otacon.
"Good," said Otacon. "Let's go over your equipment, Snake. On this mission you have been issued a standard-issue Beretta with a silencer." Otacon explained. "Also, you've been equipped with...what? Why did you bring cigarettes, Snake?" "It's a charm I like to carry around," Snake said. "But cigarettes cause --" "I know what they cause," Snake interrupted, "but I smoke, Otacon. Can't change that." Otacon let out a deep sigh, and moved on. "Military bincoulars that have 10x zoom are also with you." Otacon stated. "You've also been equipped with a combat knife," Otacon said. "Use it when you're in close combat." "I hate blades," Snake said as he drew the combat knife and threw it in a puddle nearby. "Right," Otacon said. "Forgot." "Your soliton radar will be functional throughout the mission, as well as your codec. Mei Ling has made a new model of the codec that allows for the sending photographs via a personal network linked directly to me. There's a reason for this; you're also equipped with a digital camera. I need you to take pictures of this Metal Gear ZEV and send them to me." Will do," Snake confirmed. "Commencing operation..." said Snake as he turned off the codec and headed down to the complex...
Snake was in a very hilly area of Arkansas, close to Hot Springs, near the mountains. The lush green trees and the remaining leaves from the Autumn season populated the area. Even though the sun was covered by large rain clouds, there was enough light to accentuate the beauty of this green plain. Snake walked on. When he was fifty yards away from the main entrance of the complex, he pulled out his binoculars and zoomed in on the looming mass before him. The complex seems too small to house something of the size of a Metal Gear... Snake thought. Maybe it was kept underground. Or maybe it was just a small Metal Gear. Seeing four sentries on the left and right of the main entrance, Snake studied their surveillance method. The sentries weren't moving at all except for shifting their head from time to time. Snake would have to create a diversion.
Snake moved ayhead, using large rocks and hills as cover. When he was 25 yards away, he picked up a large stone. Winding his arm back, Snake flung the stone exactly eight feet away from the post of sentries. All of them heard the noise, but only two went to investiage. Hmm... Snake pondered. Finding another stone, he aimed the mass at the wall nearby the two remain9ing sentries. The stone made a loud thwack noise as it bounced off of the stone and steel wall. The other two sentries looked worried, raising their assault rifles at the direction of the noise. They strategically moved forward to their left, and Snake took this as his chance. Snake drew the silenced Beretta and took aim the the sentries he first distracted. He fired and, splat, The guard got out a small whimper as he fell to the welcoming ground. Of course, this distracted the other three, just as Snake planned. He took aim and fired three more rounds, each hitting their head, chest, and lungs. The two sentries that had taken the head shot and the heart pierce were dead. However, the unlucky soul who had his lungs punctured by the lead projectile was utterly silenced, but still alive, suffering greatly. Snake walked over to the soldier and aimed a shot at his head and sent God the sufferer.
Snake didn't like to take lives, but when he had to, he would do it without regret. Snake's philosophy seemed to be something equivalent to "Do what you have to do." Besides, these soldiers knew the risks when they called themselves a "soldier." A soldier's life is sacrifice -- devotion to the country they bind themselves to. But then Snake started thinking about his own life. It somehow wasn't fair -- these soldiers look as if they had not yet reached 23, yet Snake was 35. Some are lucky, others aren't.
Snake examined the large door. It said "Personal Area Network" underneath the large, white-painted number 5. Snake was familiar with the PAN -- "Donald Anderson" had expalined to him about these amazing cards -- they use your own body's electrical field to power the door and the card. It uses the salts in your body as the transmission medium. The computer then reads the data stored in the card, and if the card clearance level was equivalent or higher than the door's security level, the door would open automatically. But Snake had no card. He searched the corpses of the fallen and found the same card on each of them -- a level-one security card. But why would these sentries only have level one cards when they were guarding a level 5 door? Maybe the door would be open constantly, something the Arkansans didn't want. Or maybe there was another entrance somewhere that required only level one security clearance.
Snake searched the vicinity. Nothing. There were no entrances into the complex in the front. Snake peered down the side of the complex. And, to Snake's luck, he saw a hatch -- a hatch the had an air lock. Snake walked over to it and turned the hatch and found a latter leading downward. Snake thought, Well, there's no other way in...so with a foot on the top foothold, he slowly descended into the unknown.
It took a while. When finally reached the bottom, he saw a level one door. Bingo. Snake thought. He walked to the door and it slid open. Walking into the area, he saw a huge area -- much, much bigger than the area above. This is probably where Metal Gear is being stored...Snake deduced. "Otacon," Snake said into his codec, "I'm inside. "Alright. Now, you need to get down to the lower hold --" "I'm already there," Snake interrupted. "Had to find a way around." "Where?" Otacon asked. "Found a air hatch leading to a latter to the left of the complex." "I see. Well, be on your guard. And remember that this is a..." Otacon began. "Stealth mission," Snake finished. "Very good." "Alright, I'll search around for the Metal Gear ZEV." "Alright. See you later, Snake!" Otacon concluded. Snake turned off his codec. He proceeded forward dimly-lit area...