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... With that, the two traversed through the base, to meet their target: Metal Gear.
Snake and Meryl had trekked around the base, intently eying for anything suspicious, searching for the elevator once more. Finally, they found it. Pushing the button for the lowest level, they got out of the elevator as it stopped and looked around.
The entire area looked like a hangar, barracks upon barracks of weapons; firearms, missile launchers, you name it. In the center was a large "Z" that looked like it opened in the center. That must be where Metal Gear is located. Honestly, where else could it be?
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Zidel looked everywhere for that soldier that released Solid Snake. He was nowhere to be found. Oh well, he'd find him sooner or later. Just as Zidel was turning to go to the elevator to descend into the lower holds, Zidel heard a beep in his ear. His codec was receiving a call.
"Yeah?" Zidel replied irritably. "It's me," said a voice similar The Falcon, whom he'd met earlier. "I just wanted to inform you that The Dragon is here." "Who, that fuckin' shit head? Oh boy, when did he get here?" Zidel answered furiously. "About twenty minutes ago. You've been gone for the better part of 45 minutes," The Falcon answered. "Yeah? So? That doesn't explain why he's here. What's he gonna do, help me melt my shirt buttons?"
"Actually, I'm here to make sure you don't screw everything up." Zidel turned around to find himself staring at The Dragon, the leader of the Fallen. "You can go now, Falcon. I've got it from here. They need you back now, anyway." The Falcon responded through the codec "Sure thing, boss. I'll see you back."
"Alright now smart ass, you've disgraced the Fallen once. Don't you dare let me catch you soiling our good name again." Zidel looked at him with a face filled with contempt. "And what the fuck are you going to do to stop me? Use your 'awesome fire-controlling abilities' against me? Bah, don't waste my time. Now get the fuck out of my facility. Before Xelv gets angry with you. And when Xelv gets angry, nothing ever ends well." The Dragon gave a laugh, layered thickly with his Spanish accent. "You..." The Dragon was still chuckling, "actually think you can even touch me?" Zidel snarled greatly, raising his shotgun hard and fast to The Dragon's face. He gave one shot of the shotgun, the shell exploding to the leader of the Fallen's face. What Zidel expected and what happened totally shocked him.
The Dragon had actually manipulated the shotgun shrapnel to veer away from him. When Zidel saw this, he nearly dropped in fear. This couldn't physically happen. Unless he was actually...unless he was actually...a "Pyrokinetic soldier? No...it can't be..." "What, Zidel?" As The Dragon said this, he produced a Zippo lighter from his pocket of the long red wrap-around cape he wore. He flicked the lighter, and before Zidel realized what he was going to do, the small flicker of flame coming out of the top of the lighter grew into a huge fireball half of Zidel's body size. "Burn," said The Dragon before the ball of flame surrounded Zidel in kind of a spherical shield around him. The flames didn't touch him, but it was extremely, extremely hot and if Zidel moved at all, he catch aflame. So Zidel started firing rapidly with his shotgun through the "shield" of flame. The Dragon had to at least admit that Zidel was firing rapidly for a shotgun. But of course, seeing as the shotgun shrapnel was extremely hot, he could control it in mid-air. Zidel was so stupid.
"Now do you promise you won't be thoroughly stupid and not to disgrace us again?" Zidel scowled from behind the flames, sweating profusely. "Y-Yes..." Zidel looked angry when the flames were lifted, him falling to the ground in fatigue. "Now...the reason I was sent here...the Patriots wanted me to tell you that the startup code input password is "03CA412." "Alright... 03CA412. Got it. Now you can get your crazy pyromaniac ass out of my facility. So fuck off." The Dragon turned tail, swooshing his red cape behind him. "'Til we next meet, Zidel." When he was out of earshot from Zidel, he whispered "If you're alive, that is..."
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Snake had equipped himself with a Stinger missile launcher for himself and Meryl when they heard the elevator calling upwards. Soon after, it was calling downwards again. Someone was coming.
"Meryl, follow me. Take the other side of the elevator when it comes down, beside the door when it opens. Then we'll ambush whoever it is." Snake ran over to the right side of the open elevator shaft, while Meryl took the left. Both of them had their weapons cocked and ready to fire. When the elevator reached the bottom, the doors swooshing open, Snake immediately said "Freeze!" And surely enough, the man who had walked out of the elevator was none other than Zidel, the man who had caused the fate of an entire town, and one of Snake's personal objectives. Not thinking clearly, Snake fired a round of the USP at him. But before Snake registered what happened, Zidel had charged in front of them both, obviously evading the bullet, his shotgun pointed between them. "Xelv is trigger happy and offended, so if you challenge me, he'll kill you!" "Xelv...?" Snake questioned, but he assumed "Xelv" was the name he had given his shotgun. Zidel said "But no...I have a more fitting death for you, Solid Snake..." Snake decided to keep his gun trained on Zidel, but he was going to let him bring out Metal Gear, to reveal itself to be destroyed. And as expected, Zidel threw out a switch and pressed a small button, which separated the two doors of the large "Z" bearing floor gate. Zidel rushed to the Metal Gear unit that was rising from the floor. But before Snake could retaliate and shoot Zidel, Zidel had already jumped into the cockpit of the hulking mass of steel. Snake thought he heard the elevator rise, but he couldn't be sure, for his eyes were fixated on the Metal Gear, and Meryl was right beside him, her Stinger missile launcher already at the ready. She fired once, the missile exploding onto the well-armored head, but some damage was apparent. "Meryl, get away!" Meryl nodded, and Snake shot a missile from his own Stinger missile launcher while Meryl ran behind the large steel crate, the missile hitting directly onto the joint leg area, which was the least armored. It almost immediately and completely destroyed the right leg. Zidel had not depended on such a great loss so early on. "ARRRRRRGGGGGH! SNAKE! It's not over yet!" Zidel had set the gun sights on Snake and started rapidly firing the machine guns at him. Snake rolled away from the constant fire and returned another missile into the right leg, in the base of it, as the left had been. Now it crumpled to the ground. Then, apparently from the destruction within, the unit had caught a massive fire, which proceeded to consume the hulking mass of metal. The flames had melted the unit quite quickly, however, and it was hotter than it should be in the hangar. "Wha – DRA -- !" Before Zidel could finish what he was going to say, however the unit had exploded into a shower of steel, wiring, and bits of everything the unit had been equipped with. Snake took cover beside Meryl and waited the steel to stop showering them before coming out once again. "What the hell...?"
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The Dragon had stood up from the crouch he assumed on the upper rafters when he burned the Metal Gear. Swooshing his red cape behind him, The Dragon walked off, back to the elevator.
"It's been done. Tell 'them' that Zidel's been taken care of. The unit? It was devastated. Don't talk to me like that. It had to be done. I do wonder who that man was, though...at that rate, he could've destroyed the unit himself...yes, yes. I understand. Zidel's views were different from that of The Fallen...yes. I'm coming home."