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"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...
Snake returned to the temporary Philanthropy headquarters located in a rural town of California in a few hours. Snake awoke to the sound of a loud docking noise. He rubbed his eyes and stood upright. The deployment assistant lowered the loading ramp. Snake walked down the loading ramp and looked forward to the old house that served as their "headquarters." The Zezro 94 flew off into the dusky sky and left Snake behind at his sanctuary...
"Hey Otacon," Snake said as he walked through the door and started toward the changing room to remove his infiltration gear. "Hey Sna --" Otacon started, but was interrupted by a door slam. "Figures..." Otacon muttered.
Snake was changing his clothes in the changing room. Just as he was taking his sneaking suit top off, he discovered a circular radar-like sphere. It was shaped like a globe, and the exterior showed a few detailed maps of areas Snake was familiar with, namely the docking point, and...the headquarters. Snake ran out of the changing room without bothering to put his sneaking suit top back on and showed Otacon.
"Otacon!" "What is it, Snake?" Otacon answered. "It's this," Snake said, handing over the radar-sphere. "What's this?" "I don't know. I found it in my sneaking suit, around my collar." "Hmm...that's weird...I'll study up on it." Otacon answered as he stood up and went to the computer room.
Five hours later, and a whole dinner later, Otacon emerged from his computer chamber with the sphere in hand. "Snake," Otacon said, "I've found out what this is." "What?" Snake returned. "It's a radar transmitter. I've deactivated it for now, but it was relaying your electronic field as a beacon linked to a remote computer outlet. It was also using a signal from something else; the Zezro 94. Before I deactivated it, I set the beacon to be set to the bed in your bedroom. We can activate it safely now." Snake scratched his mullet. "Alright, turn it on. But I want it off if anything happens." "Alright, alright." Otacon turned on the radar transmitter. It showed the beacon linked to Snake in the bedroom of the headquarters, and the Zezro 94. It was flying the skies of California, near the Philanthropy headquarters. After a half-hour of watching movement of the Zezro 94, Snake saw some red dot blips on the radar. They were traveling at a fast rate toward the airfighter.
"Otacon!" Snake said in a loud voice. Otacon looked down upon the radar with a start. "What are those?" Otacon asked. "I don't know for sure, but it looks like missiles." "Damn...! We have to warn them!" Snake reached for the the codec, put it in his ear, and held two fingers under his ear. "Z 94! There are missiles heading your way! I repeat, there are missiles heading your way!" An answer came through into Snake's ear. "Understood. Performing evasive maneuvers," replied the pilot's voice. After watching the radar, showing the pilot's tactic, Snake saw an amazing maneuver performed by the pilot. The missiles, three of them to be exact, were spreading and closing the distance between them and the airfighter. The two missiles on the outside were spreading out, and as they were about to hit the plane, the plane back flipped in mid-air and behind the middle missile. The middle missile exploded after a three-second delay, which Snake supposed was the airfighter's machine guns. The Zezro 94 rolled sideways and then back into position. "This is Z 94, we've managed to destroy the missiles!" "Great job!" Snake exclaimed.
"Enjoy your victory while it lasts, Snake," came a strange, familiar voice through his codec. "Was that you, Z 94?" Snake asked. "Was that who, Solid Snake?" replied the pilot. "Don't be dumb. I'm directly linked to you, Snake." replied the strange voice again. Snake set his open channel to a private one with the unknown entity. "Who is this?" "My, you've already forgotten me?" replied the voice. "Semi-automatic shotgun-wielding maniac? Zidel Vordilus?" "Oh, you," Snake answered. "I hoped you got shredded up by machine gun fire." "Not all of us can be that lucky, Snake. No, I am sending you a gift. I hope you like it..." Snake looked at the radar-sphere and saw five missiles heading toward his beacon. Snake hastily switched off his codec and shook Otacon. "Otacon! Missiles are heading this way!" "Wha-wha?" "No time for questions! Let's go!" Snake and Otacon stood up and ran out of the house after grabbing the radar-transmitter. Snake and Otacon ran as far and as fast as they possibly could, before they saw the terrible missiles raining down upon the rural town. Snake and Otacon were just outside the blast radius when the missiles exploded on impact. "Damn..." Snake said.
"They – destroyed everything," Otacon sadly said. "Don't you just love happy endings, Snake?" came Zidel's voice through the codec in Snake's ear. "You bastard!" Snake exclaimed. "This is a town full of people!" "Yes, I know. This is the power of the Metal Gear Zenrid – It will be your doom, Snake. The missiles were just a side-show attraction." "I will stop you," Snake said. "Well, that is humorous. I'm sure your friend will be able to find me by tracing the call. I invite you to our party, Snake. Be sure to bring party hats," Zidel said before cutting the call. Snake looked to Otacon. Otacon nodded.