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As they were waiting, the elevator stopped dead. Then, the escape hatch at the elevator ceiling opened. Snake drew his USP and pointed it at the entity, the best he could in a very dark elevator interior. Snake's and Meryl's USPs laser sighting met with a man's scarred face.
It was Troubled Hand. And he had dual TMPs aimed at both Snake and Meryl.
"You'll be wanting to come with me," Hand said. Snake growled at him and said "No chance." "Too bad..." Hand said before pushing a button on the remote he held in his hand between his TMP. Soon, the entire elevator filled with sleeping gas. Coughing, Snake said "Sleeping gas...damn..." And he and Meryl both fell asleep.
Snake awoke strapped to a steel, revolving bed. Not this again... Snake thought. A laugh interrupted his train of thought. "Well, well...it seems the Snake is too hungry for his own good..." said Zidel, wielding a sawed-off shotgun, pointed at Snake's head, between his eyes. "You?" "Yes, me..." said Zidel, "Troubled Hand was so gracious to bring you to me...I had ordered him to test your abilities, and then incapacitate you to bring you to me. He didn't test your abilities all that well...but he did a fine job on incapacitating you." Snake suddenly realized Meryl was nowhere to be seen. Horrible memories flooded back to Snake...but they were not his own.
Snake was standing in the middle of a field of flowers...white, beautiful flowers. Snake was pointing a Patriot at a woman dressed in a buttoned-down white uniform. "There's only room for one Snake...and one Boss..." Snake shot a bullet from the Patriot, and then all stopped.
Snake expected to remember things about Meryl, but instead he remembered shooting some woman in a white uniform. But before Snake could read too much into this, Zidel said "Hand! Come in here!" Troubled Hand walked forward into the torture chamber. "I really must go...I truly am sorry." Zidel smirked before he left. Troubled Hnd stepped up to Snake"Sorry, but no electrical shocks this time." Hand pointed his TMP at Snake's knee cap and shot just below it. Snake screamed in pain. Then, as if that weren't enough, Hand shot Snake again in the shoulder. Again, Snake showed his pain. Then, Hand started beating Snake with a baton in various areas.
This went on for a while. Snake had grown weary from multiple strikes to his body. Snake found that forty-five minutes of persistent torture had passed in the time he had awakened.
"Snake...you truly are a worthy subject." Hand holstered his TMP and his baton. "That's enough for now...take him aeway." Hand gestured to the sentries waiting behind a cell door. "Come with me," said the soldier to the left. Snake would've escaped then were it not for pain and fatigue.
Meryl was lying on some bed in a dark room. She awoke to some dried blood on her forehead. Wiping this off, she shot up. She couldn't see much besides the silhouette of a few bottles on a small table beside her. There was an industrial-steel door preventing her escape. Meryl stood up and turned the doorknob, but, as expected, it did not budge. Sitting down on the old bed, she looked into space.
Snake looked around his new surroundings. It was quite the suite, alright. There was blood on the floor in a yellow-stained room that smelled of rotten meat. The stench was horrible. There were rats and other vermin everywhere. Snake could see through the see-through glass on the wall. Snake punched the wall as hard as he could. It did not even shake. Slumping on the floor, because there was a lack of any furtniturte in his cell, Snake felt his ear. His codec was still there.
"Otacon," Snake said. "Snake? Oh good, I was starting to worry about you..." "I've been captured by the enemy." "What?" "Long story. I'll explain later. I was tortured by some maniac who calls himself Troubled Hand. Right after I found out that Meryl was here." "Listen, Snake --" "No, you listen." Snake interrupted. "You could've got her killed." "She's a soldier, Snake..." "I don't care. You should have told me." Otacon sighed. "I'm sorry, Snake. I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." "Well, whatever. I need a way out of here." "How well are the walls protected. Pretty good. Looks like bulletproof glass, and I can't break it. Doesn't look like anybody's here, either." "Well, what about a door?" Snake looked around. He saw an industrial steel door. It was most likely locked, but Snake tried the knob. He found the expected result. "...Locked." "I'm not sure, then, Snake. But you need to find a way out of there and find Metal Gear!" "Alright." Snake turned off the codec.
Hello all, this is an author's note. Sorry for the extremely late update. I've been working in real life, and on other web sites than this one and haven't had much chamnce to work on my fan fiction. But here I go, and I'm back. Enjoy!