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"Surely they must have some security down here," said Snake suspiciously. But just as Snake said that, the door in which they came slammed shut, and the lights dimmed. The lights did not completely extinguish, just very dim. In the dimness, a voice came. It was a raspy, painful voice.
"Are you the one?" said the entity. Snake remained silent. "I can hear you breathing. I can hear your heartbeat. One is quite fast and panicked, the other is calm and collected. So...is it you, Solid Snake?" Snake still remained silent, his M9 searching the dimly lit room. "Where are you?" said a slightly troubled Raiden. "I'm above you. I'm below you. What does it matter, really?"
The Wolverine – Blade Soldier
(John Travolta)
"Wolverine, have you found them yet?" came a voice on the radio which Snake soon realized belonged to none other than Troubled Hand, Zidel's first officer two years ago. "Yes, boss, The Wolverine shall take care of them shortly." came the entity, apparently named The Wolverine. "Don't toy with them. Kill them both as fast as you can. Don't mess around." "Sure thing boss," came The Wolverine right back, him holstering his radio once more.
"Well, the boss is impatient, Snake," said the entity. "But I do wonder who is with you..." Raiden shook his head and walked forward, trying to find him. But as soon as Raiden did, there must have been at least fifteen knives fly at Raiden, forming a circle behind him into the wall. One of them nicked Raiden on the leg a bit. He let out a slight show of pain, but still kept pressing his gun around for The Wolverine. "Snake, I have a special power over bladed weapons. Wolverines are known to claw their prey to death. Which is only fitting since I have some as well...I made them when I was nine. But now, enough talk. The boss wants me to kill you, so I should follow his orders.' And with that, The Wolverine flew off of wherever he was perched at.
Snake and Raiden couldn't see him. They looked everywhere but he was nowhere to be found. Snake had just barely dodged eight knives heading his way, which were then headed for Raiden, which he avoided as well. Finally, Snake saw him. He was perched onto a railing, a double-bladed sword in one hand. He twirled it around his body; above his head, between his legs, on each side; a twirling frenzy of the large steel blade. He leapt down to the floor and looked straight to Snake. Snake started firing his M9 as rapidly as possible, but each round was merely deflected. Then Raiden got to his back and fired a round into the back of The Wolverine's head, for he was twirling his blade in a fan-like pattern to Snake. When it hit his head, he stopped twirling it and ripped the dart from his head. He looked drowsy, but apparently not enough of the drug had entered his bloodstream for he did not fall over. When The Wolverine turned to face Raiden, Snake rushed forward behind him and slammed his body very hard into the ground. Snake already had his M9 to The Wolverine's face before he could get up. Taking this as his chance, Raiden took one of the knives that The Wolverine had thrown at him and shoved it deep into the side of his neck at an angle. Blood spurted hard and fast through his neck. Appatently not taking this so well, Raiden had put a bandage on his neck, but knew he wouldn't last.
"Eh...heh...heh...Snake...you have...won..."
Snake knew that he was about to confess everything he wanted to do before he died.
"Snake, I...was born in Cleveland. As a child I was abused. When I was not even two years old, my father went on a rampage on my mother, killed her...and then he...cut my eyes out of their sockets." Snake had just noticed that The Wolverine was wearing sunglasses. "Even though I was young I still remember clearly a blade going toward my eyes...hell, I'm not much of a seeing person, so that's my guess at the time that it was a kitchen knife...after the incident I had a strange affinity with all bladed weapons...traumatic experiences? I don't know...it's just like I knew how to wield, operate, attack...I was basically a blade expert. But I had not so much as even touched a blade before. The first blade I picked up in my hands was an African longsword...everyone said I never acted blind. You know Snake, I can hear where you are, it pinpoints your location in my head, so I guess I actually can see...just not in a way you are accustomed to." The Wolverine coughed up blood. "The Patriots...I came in league with them seven years ago. They screwed me over...said I wasn't good enough for them, or their unit." "The Patriots...?" said Snake. "Yes...I wanted to destroy them for everything they stood for. Snake, I...wanted to liberate us all...like Solidus before me. But he died in combat...I wanted to give us all freedom again. Freedom is what I wanted to give to those who are destined to be garbage before they even blossom in the world." Snake was reminded of Liquid Snake, his brother, about the Les Enfants Terribles project. He was garbage before he was even born. Maybe there was a connection. "But now...I shall die as a beacon of lost freedom...I have no regrets. Good luck, Snake." And with that, he drew his last breath.
"...Let's move on," said Snake to Raiden. Raiden nodded and followed Snake through the level 1 security door in the back.
Snake and Raiden both turned on their codecs when they entered the corridor ahead. "Otacon, can you hear me? This is Snake. Kept you waiting, huh?" Otacon's voice floated into his ear. "There you are. Why haven't you contacted me yet? I was starting to get worried." "I had a little trouble getting in. It's all right now, though." "What kind of trouble?" queried Otacon. "I ran into a mercenary calling himself 'The Wolverine.' I had to take him out," Snake began but Raiden intervened. "You mean I took him out," said Raiden cockily. "...Getting back on hand, we've successfully infiltrated the base." "Very good," Otacon said. "Remember, time is of the essence here. You need to sabotage Metal Gear before the night runs out. It is essential that you do, Snake." "Why's that?" returned Snake. "Because of it's heat alloy in its left arm, you know, the one that powers the IR-C3." Snake thought back. The IR-C3 was the laser blade still in the experimental stages that was being used for Metal Gear Destrin. "So if sunlight hits that arm, the laser blade will be quite stable and much faster, so it could cut you in half." "Got it," replied Snake. "And Otacon, the mercenary I've encountered...he mentioned something about the Patriots." "Really?" "Yeah, something about being rejected from some unit of theirs. Know anything about it?" queried Snake. "That's strange...I'll dig around, but I don't know what'll come up." "Thanks," said Snake before he cut transmission. Moving forward with Raiden trailing fast behind, Raiden pointed something out. "Snake, that's a strange soldier." And he was right. The soldier was equipped with a silenced M4 carbine and a TEC-9 machine pistol, very thick body armor. In fact, it was more steel that padded body armor. There was also a taser at his side beside an incendiary grenade. "Man, they're heavily equipped," said Snake obviously. "No joke, "replied Raiden, pointing his M9 at the man, shooting the round into the back of his head. He fell forward, fast asleep. "Let's go," said Raiden as Snake and Raiden pressed on.