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The Rhino charged forward at a speed that defied his physiology. Rolling to the side, away from The Rhino's grasp, Troubled Hand then leapt on top of The Rhino's back, holding on tightly with one hand and drawing his TMP with the other. The Rhino shook about, but Hand had started rapidly firing his TMP at the back of The Rhino's head. Again, nothing. What was Hand to do if bullets, explosives, brute force or anything could not hurt him. So Hand did the only thing he could do. He ran.
"So the Hand leaves his weapon!" The Rhino looked at Troubled Hand and saw a TMP lying next to his foot. Thinking quickly, The Rhino picked it up and fired the TMP in Hand's general direction. Hand heard the gunfire just in time to roll behind a tree next to his house, for Hand had just began running. Hand had on some light body armor underneath his shirt that might withstand a bullet or two. It wouldn't last. Just as Troubled Hand was going to give up, something happened that he never would have predicted. The Rhino stopped firing.
"Yes, boss. I agree that he would prove useful if he stays alive...right, I'm coming back . Just send a chopper over here."
And with that, The Rhino tossed Hand's TMP back over to him, turning tail into nowhere.
"...What the hell...?"
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2009, after the Big Shell incident. Solid Snake, Raiden and Otacon had emerged from the offshore decontamination facility miraculously unscathed. It had been two years since Snake had brought an end to Zidel and Metal Gear Zenrid. With Arsenal Gear no longer bearing an imminent threat, the world was safe...or so they thought.
Otacon had, for the most part, disregarded the encrypted e-mail message he got as a hoax or someone messing with him. After all, this world did consist of many funny characters. But Otacon was proved horribly wrong.
Metal Gear Destrin. This would be a name that would come to be feared. Metal Gear Destrin was no pushover of a Metal Gear, like many of the ones Snake had destroyed easily. This model truly stood up to the name "Metal Gear," much like REX and RAY before it. This model was standard-equipped with surface piercing tactical bombs, Vulcan machine guns, and of course, everything that makers a Metal Gear, a nuclear missile. It was also equipped with a IR-C3 laser blade, a model #42 Mercy cannon, and an Inu Zero-Cannon. Most of the weapons used for this model were experimental or prototype weapons, still with flaws, but quite devastating nonetheless. The militia descriptions of the weapons are...
IR-C3
Experimental laser blade. Uses electrons and heat to stabilize the "edge" of the "blade." Difficulties with containment and stability.
Mercy Cannon (#42)
Prototype quick-elimination cannon. Uses magma-filled warheads with small amount of fragmentation. Difficulties with magma containment in warheads (causing damage to the cannon) and precision of launch.
Inu Zero-Cannon
Highly-destructive energy cannon. Compacts heat energy and electron-gathering to firing chamber to be launched. Difficulties with electron gathering and backfire probability. Not to be used. Rudimentary experimental stages. Very likely chance of unit destruction if fired.
Otacon had discovered this weapon when searching the disk that had been analyzed of that of the Patriots. But if this disk truly was only designed to destroy information regarding that of the Patriots, why did it have data of some Metal Gear, even when Arsenal Gear was their main area of attention? Otacon found where the unit was based, and it was in Alaska, near the mainland of the state in the mountains.
Solid Snake was to arrive in forty-five minutes. There he lay in the cot in the deployment room, to be sent yet again on a death-defying mission. Snake had made sure that Meryl was not to come, for it was not that he doubted her ability, but of that of Snake's to;protect her. After a while, she promised to stay behind and be his support via the codec. However, Raiden was on his first mission alongside Solid Snake in Philanthropy, for the first time.
"Ten minutes ETA, HALO insertion," came a voice through the loudspeaker. Snake had prepared in advance his HALO gear. On this mission Snake was equipped with nothing more than a M9 tranquilizer pistol and his cigarettes, those cigarettes being the type that reduced on second-hand smoke. The only smoke that the cigarettes produced was the smoke inhaled and blew out. Good. That would make it easier on his assistant in the closed-off room, and Raiden.
Flinging himself off into the white abyss of snow in the white-covered mountains, Snake had dived toward the base, with Raiden alongside him.
It wasn't long before Snake had landed, with Raiden following slightly behind. Raiden, even though he was bearing his trademark Skull Suit and had an injection to prevent hypothermia, was apparently not quite used to cold weather like Snake was.
"I-I-I-I'm freezing, Sn-Snake..." came a voice from a shaken Raiden.
"Get it together, kid," said a dismissive Snake. Snake hid behind a ledge and opted for Raiden to do the same, which he then did along with Snake. Looking around the corner, they saw around four sentries patrolling the vicinity. They were wearing thick black leather jackets with fur collars, and were armed with fragmentation grenades with silenced AKS-74u assault rifles.
"Looks like they're ready for an assault," said an aware Raiden. "Yeah, almost as if they knew someone was coming...I don't like it." said Snake. Raiden drawing his M9 along with Snake, Raiden lined up a shot with one of the sentries when he was away from the others. Firing the long round into the man's neck, he fell almost soundlessly among the harsh winds and snowy ground. Snake took aim at another and fired a round into the second sentry's head, the man falling backwards into the snow, his body being buried into the white snow. At least they didn't have to hide their bodes out here...the deep snow took care of it. Snake and Raiden fired another round into the remaining two sentries' head and heart, and they pressed on. Looking around for an entrance, Snake saw the main door, but there were no visible air ducts. They would have no choice.
"Raiden, we're going to burst in through the front door. Hopefully no one will see us," said a daring Snake. "Snake, are you s-sure about this?" returned Raiden, still cold from the chill in the air, not helped by the wind chill and the snow around them, covering them up to their thigh. "I am sure," said Snake right back. "All right..." said Raiden in a sing-song tone. Snake edged the large front entrance door open, his M9 at the ready, as Raiden's was. After the door was completely open, both Snake and Raiden charged in rather quickly with their weapons drawn Strange...no one was in here.
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Troubled Hand lifted his TMP off of the table, holstering the weapon in his right sheath. "Is it ready yet?"
"No, I'm afraid not," came a deep voice. "It won't be for another four hours. Recharge time really blows you over." "Four hours?" returned Troubled Hand. "By then the Patriots will have caught onto what we were doing and move away!" "Don't be so negative," came the deep voice again. "I want the Patriots and The Fallen to go down as much as you do, but we need to pull this off carefully." "I know...I know," came Hand. "I assure you, my unit will prevail. The Polar Bear has preserved the unit's electrons using his cryokinesis." "Alright, but tell him to scout around for 'him,' he's bound to show uop any time." "Yes, sir," and with that, the man walked away.