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Clap, clap, clap...
Snake looked at the figure that walked out from behind the war machine's leg.
It was Zidel.
Snake pointed his gun at the shotgun-wielding man. "Excellent...you've managed to infiltrate our base..." "Who are you?" demanded Snake. "I am Zidel Vordilus, man of many words...and many rounds..." Zidel pointed to his shotgun. It looked like it was cocked and loaded. He then pointed it at Snake. Snake held his ground with the USP. "Hmm...what is that gun...? A USP? Ha ha ha!" Zidel seemed like he had a good laugh. "This...is a semi-automatic shotgun. Two barrels, which I took the liberty of shortening..." Zidel said. "The range is short, but its power more than makes up for it, I assure you..." Zidel glanced around, still keeping his weapon trained on Snake. "I was born in Alaska, raised in California. Alaska was...too cold, might you say? But California was my calling..." Zidel stared back at Snake. "I joined the U.S. Navy when I was eighteen, trying to make a dream come true, to work for the U.S...but the U.S. screwed me over. I was not the only one who felt like this. Others did as well. So, we banded together and made our own little group...a group that believes in freedom and opportunity. And Metal Gear LEX will accomplish our goal, by desttroying the U.S. Forces! We will take over and rule! Other will be crushed, destroyed if they question our rule! And then...oh, and then...we'll combat other countries. Our rule will not be denied." Zidel then said, "Let us fight, Snake. Let us fight, and see which cause is for the better!" Zidel then back flipped and rolled sideways behind Metal Gear's leg. Snake pointed the USP at the area in which Zidel disappeared. Snake took some cover of his own behind a few barrels. "No one will hear your death, Snake! This room is soundproofed!" Snake took this knowledge to his advantage. But then, Snake heard a shotgun blow away a part of the floor, revealing some of the port stone beneath it. Snake jumped out with his USP at the ready, pointed at Zidel's hiding area. Zidel, however, was on the other side and was blasting shotgun shells at Snake. Snake then took his cover back and unloaded his clip toward Zidel through the side. As expected, two bullets shot through Zidel's side. "Ahh!" Zidel exclaimed as the bullets penetrated his side. "Agh...maybe this is battle for another time..." Snake heard two shotgun blast and the sound of someone squeezing through the floor. Damn...he's outside. He'll tell everyone I'm here... Snake, wanting to destroy Metal Gear as soon as possible, drew out the RGB6 and pointed it at the key areas Otacon had mentioned. He pulled the trigger and blam, a large grenade shot out of the barrel of the grenade launcher. Snake continued to do this until every key area was destroyed. Snake noted that just the RGB6 alone couldn't completely destroy it. So, he drew out twenty of the twenty-nine charges he had remaining. Snake squeezed them one by one and threw them on areas still structured. Snake then climbed out of the hole Zidel had made for himself to escape and called Otacon.
"Otacon, I've destroyed main areas of Metal Gear and have placed the charges onto the remaining areas still structural." Snake reported. "Were you spotted?" Otacon queried. "You could say that," Snake replied. "Some freak wearing a black mask and a semi-automatic shotgun wanted me dead. I managed to shoot him twice in the side but he escaped." "Weird...anyway, the Zezro 94 is coming over there now. It'll be there in ten minutes. Keep yourself hidden until then." "Alright. I'm kind of glad I don't have to HALO jump again 'til next mission," Snake said. "See you later," Otacon said before turning off his codec.
Snake hid behind the landing prongs of the air-base for eight minutes. The, Snake heard the sound of an airfighter coming. Snake instinctively ran forward, but was seen by the enemy soldiers.
"Who's that?" many yelled. All of them had their XM8 assault rifles pointed at Snake. "Come quietly and we won't kill you," the soldier in front said. The aircraft was drawing some attention of its own as well, and some were trained on it rather than the lone mercenary. Snake then nodded to the airplane. Suddenly, the airfighter's machine guns whirred to life and started pelting down round upon round into the opposing soldiers, careful not to hit Snake. On first hit many of them died, but the ones still alive were pelting the aircraft with their own gunfire. In the midst of all the madness, they seemed to have forgotten about Snake. After the last of them were killed, Snake waved to be let onto the Zezro 94. It docked and Snake climbed into the loading area.
"Nice work," Snake complemented to the pilot. "Anytime," returned the man in the pilot seat. Snake proceeded to lying down on the cot in the deployment room...