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"The mission's in eight days. Be sure to rest up before then." And so Snake walked off, into the living room...
Snake was once again found in the Zezro 94, what seemed to be their official air transport now. He was smoking a pack of "Lucky Strikes" cigarettes. The deployment assistant was choking from the clouds of smoke that filled the room as if gas were leaking. Snake, of course, didn't notice much of this – either that or he didn't care – and he got up and fastened his breath mask on his face. The deployment assistant was fastening his parachute onto Snake's back – which Snake then double-checked, knowing the assistant probably wanted to get him back for smoking in a closed-off room – and Snake walked to the up-drawn loading ramp. "ETA one minute," came that voice over the loudspeaker. Snake, after standing for that minute, walked onto the now-lowering loading ramp and threw himself off into the depths below him...
The wind whipped across Snake's equipment very harshly. Snake was surprised none of it dropped. Then, Snake pulled the release thread and exploding out of the pack attached to his back was the parachute – a green-and-white striped air safety device. Snake slowly floated down to the green earth beneath him. Snake ripped off his breath mask and tossed it aside, followed by the now-useless parachute-deployment backpack, and finally the sfaety cartridge attached to his chest. Snake ran to a nearby hill and bent down to one knee. "Otacon, this is Snake. Arrived at insertion point." "Alright Snake. Your objective...as last time, destroy Metal Gear. When you enter the air-base, your Soliton radar will pick up the area's surroundings – courtesy of myself," Otacon said very cocky. "Your equipment is exactly the same as last time, except now you have a heavily-explosive weapon...the RGB6 grenade launcher." Otacon said with a hint of reassurance in his voice. "It won't be like last time, and no weapons of high caliber. Of course, you still have a handgun – except this time, it's a USP." Otacon said. "The USP comes in two types the 9mm and a .45. The one you have is a .45, light-equipped and an LAM (Laser Aiming Module)," Otacon went on. You have three extra fifteen-round clips for it, but I'd suggest you use it wisely. It also has a suppressor." "Good, I don't think the soldiers would just keep drinking their tea if I was blasting my way through the place," Snake explained. "And laser-sighting is always a good help." "Yeah..." Otacon agreed. "So, how am I going to escape?" Snake queried. "Well, we have anothr parachute packed into the same area that has your RGB6. Use it to extricate yourself." Otacon explained. "I see. So two HALOs in one mission, huh?" "I'm afraid so," Otacon said. "I also packed some XE-N2 charges in with your equipment – you know, the spherical explosives I dropped before the mission back in Arkansas?" "Yeah?" "Well, use those charges, coupled with the RGB6, and you should have enough firepower for Metal Gear. To use them, squeeze the exterior and in five seconds, it will excrete a very adhesive layer of an almost slime-like substance. It attaches to virtually any surface. While the explosive is impressive, it is not as powerful as, say, C4. And the good thing is, it's small enough to throw effectively at enemy personell, though I wouldn't reccommend it." "Right. So I squeeze them, they get sticky, and it blows up...how?" Snake questioned. "Just push the button on the remote supplied wih them. It works for all that are squeezed within a distance of ten meters." Otacon explained. "Alright. Moving on to docking point..."