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He proceeded forward into the dimly-lit area...
Snake drew his Beretta and stalked around quietly. It seems this area was wholly unguarded. Odd... Snake thought. If there is a Metal Gear here, why is this place unguarded? Almost as if on cue, Snake got his answer.
Equipped around the room were Semtex and infrared sensor projectors. The infrared sensors were linked wih the Semtex by the means of a central control unit. There was a single node that had a flickering green light on it, faitrly large, and poking out of the wall. Snake knew what he had to do. He cocked his Beretta and sired a single round into the controlling unit. It showered a few sparks onto the stone floor beneath it before its electricity died out. Snake heard a low hum... noise before a loud click. Snake walked forward, watching ever-vigilant against other surprises.
After the better part of the hour, Snake found a large tarp-covered mass in the central underground area. This must be it... Snake thought. Snake bent down to one knee and placed two fingers under his ear. "Otacon, I've found what I expect to be Metal Gear ZEV," Snake said into the codec. "Good job, Snake! Remember, first take some pictures --" "It's covered with a tarp." Snake intervened. "A tarp? Hmm..." Otacon thought aloud. "Is there anyone around?" Snake examined from his place at the top of the railing around the war machine. There were many sentries, fifty of them, no less, all watching Metal Gear. They seemed to be making routine radio reports to their commander. "Yes, about fifty, I'd say." "Man, heavy surveillance. I don't know what to say, Snake, other than..." "What?" Snake asked. "Well...this would cause a lot of heat on us, but you could just destroy it there and now, along with anyone who is in the way," Otacon explained. "Destroy it? I have no weapon of the caliber to destroy it." Snake pointed out. "Well, you could use some type of explosive. I'm sure they have explosives in a military research complex." Snake was thinking...I could use that Semext I found earlier... "Otacon, I have an idea. I encountered some Semtex earlier. If I could take it with me, and destroy it with my gun, it would explode, right?" "Yes, but Semtex is highly explosive --" "Not these types. They're the NN-C1 models. They're only meant to clear areas of debris." Snake pointed out. "I say give it a shot. There's nothing else we can do." Otacon said. Snake headed out to the Semtex.
Snake arrived at the Semtex area exactly the way it was. So Snake set to work picking up the inactive explosives and placing them in his equipment belt pouches. After that was done, he headed back...
The area now was much less guarded than before. Now there were only fifteen of the fifty guarding the Metal Gear. Ignoring this, but knowing the militia was up to something, he climbed down the latter quietly. "You need to target eighteen key structural points --" Otacon went on about base leg areas and cerebral control points to set the Semtex on. After Otacon was finished explaining, Snake set the Semtex on seventeen of the eighteen points that need to be destroyed. Now there were only eight sentries left. Disregarding the last point (because Snake only had seventeen charges instead of eighteen), Snake climbed steadily back up the latter. He then took a sniping-like position and drew his Beretta. His laser sighting of the gun met with one of the Semtex. Snake pulled the trigger and a loud boom filled the area. Just like dominoes, one explosion set off another and soon, the tarp-covered Metal Gear was destroyed. Of course, Snakr then heard many, many footsteps -- probably all of the disappearing guards returning. Snake ran for the exit, evading enemy gunfire and taking some of them down when necessary, and found the level one security door he entered the complex with. The door slid open and Snake Snake shot the controlling processor panel beside the security door. That should buy me some time... Snake thought. He quickly climbed up the steel footholds one by one until he reached the air lock hatch. He pushed it open and emerged from the ground.
"Otacon," Snake said into his codec, "I've managed to complete my mission objectives but around fourt-five sentries are tailing me. I need an escape route now!" "Otacon said "Don't worry, I've sent a message to the pilot of the Zezro 94 already and he's coming down there in around five minutes. "Good... Thanks, Otacon," Snake said. Snake waited about three-and-a-half minutes, and the aircraft appeared above him. He was hovering low to the ground, and he dropped a rope latter. Snake grabbed onto it and, as the plane was fly ing off, SNake climbed into the plane. "Good job, Solid Snake" said the pilot through the speakers. Snake laid down and rested until he arrived at the headquarters...