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"Don't play dumb with me, you dumbfuck!" Troubled Hand spouted. "I KNOW only The Dragon is capable of pulling off that kind of flame show! Don't tell me he's infiltrated here, has he?" Troubled Hand was furious at this point.

"No sir, you need not worry about him. He's gone." Deonorth, though, wasn't completely sure.

"Well, if he has, then this whole failed effort is YOUR fault, and I will hold you COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE!"

"I understand, sir," The Polar Bear let show more anger in his voice than he had anticipated.

--

Snake and Raiden winced at the destruction they had just wreaked. Surely someone figured out their presence by now...but for some reason, there were twelve more soldiers burned to a crisp in the hallway. Surely the grenades hadn't spread that far, and behind a closed door at that... Behind the soldiers and on the opposing wall to Snake and Raiden is a huge "D" burned into the wall. D...? What does the "D" stand for? Suddenly, Snake got a call on his codec.

"So, Snake...you decided to take the wide and easy route. That's what 'he' did."

"Who is this?" said an estranged Snake. Raiden picked up suit and tuned to the channel Snake was in.

"Please, Snake, keep that voice in your head at bay. Don't give in." The voice sounded electronically scrambled.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" But nothing but static was heard.

"Odd..." said a curious Raiden.

"Tell me about it..." said a just-as-curious Snake. "But anyway, let's get a move on."

Waiting down the huge hallway for the two infiltrators was a man standing about 6'4" and 175 pounds. He had a bandanna wrapped around his left eye, and sported mutton chops on his scarred face. At his side was a heavily modified Beretta. Snake drew his M9, hoping the rather large man hadn't seen them yet. It had even appeared that way, for he just stared into space and did not move a muscle. But before Snake could fire, the other man's Beretta was out and already fired, coming so close to his head that he could feel the heat of the bullet through the air. It even burned a few hairs off of Snake's scalp. Then the man turned around a walked the other way, but his Beretta was still pointed at Snake and Raiden. Just before Snake was about to shoot again, no fewer than twelve bullets had came their way; each one barely missed. How could his aim be so good with him not even looking at them...? Snake and Raiden both finally fired their M9s at him, and they hit dead center. The man, however, seemed unaffected. He finally gave an audible cue by laughing.

"Snake, you have no idea what you're up against," said the man. "I am Deadeye, the Lord of Precision."

Deadye -- Omnisightly Gun Soldier

(Samuel L. Jackson)

"Y'know Snake, I can see you with my back turned. You're about to pull the trigger, right? And your friend...oh yeah, the blond kid. Heads up, blondie, I'm about to kill you." Just then, a lone bullet came from Deadeye's barrel to Raiden's head. Raiden only barely dodged it.

"Heh heh heh...yeah, that's right bitch," said the cocky figure known as Deadeye, "flip over." Raiden got angry and rapid-fired his M9 at them man. Buit the rounds seemingly had no effect...guess they'd have to resort to lethal means. Snake and Raiden both drew their USPs and started rapid-firing. Deadeye quickly evaded all of them, with his back still turned. Two bullets, however, had pierced his abdomen. ""AGH! Motherfuckers! Shit!" He then fired awesomely at Snake and Raiden, each one of them would have been a bullseye hit were it not for their well-tuned reflexes. Snake and Raiden hid behind a few columns to evade fire. He was reloading. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," said Deadeye in a sinister sing-song tune of voice. "Come on now, this isn't fair, two against one. We need some more players for this game...I know! Eagle! Owl! Come on!" Suddenly, the hall became pitch-black; the hallway itself was so dark, no one could see anything. No illumination whatsoever was in this place. Then suddenly, the whole hallway was engulfed into blinding solar light. Snake and Raiden both tightly closed their eyes to shield against the blinding light. When they both passed, three figures stood in the hallway...

The master of light, The Eagle.

The master of darkness, The Owl.

The master of precision, Deadeye.

The three of them stand as the Triangle of Death.

"I will blind you with light," said The Eagle. "And I will blind you with darkness," said The Owl. "And I'll just blow the fuck outa ya," said an overconfident Deadeye.

The Eagle -- Light Soldier

(William Shatner)

The Owl -- Darkness Soldier

(Phil LaMarr)

The Eagle shot forth a burst of light to Snake's eyes, blinding him. Raiden, however, was almost plagued with a ray of darkness. Raiden had barely avoided it and fired a shot at The Owl, piercing his side. Deadeye was taking aim to Snake with his Beretta, but Raiden fired a USP round at him while he was doing this and got blasted in the upper-right area of the chest. "AGH! That's IT, mothafucka!" Suddenly, Deadeye spun out of control and burst-fired everything in the distance. Snake had just recovered and barely missed Deadeye's anger, but Raiden had caught two bullets in the abdomen. Raiden was at safety behind the column but was badly wounded. He had his combat knife out, prying the bullets out of his flesh and suturing the wounds shut. Snake tossed an icnendiary grenade from behind the column and burst Deadeye into flames, presumably dead. But before any more havoc could continue, The Eagle had spontaneously combusted. His whole body soon burned, and his charred remains crumbled to the floor. The Owl, however, shot himself in the brain. Peeking out from behind the corner, Snake had his USP drawn for any signs of life. All Snake could see behind his now dead foes was a large red cape turning the corner, followed by a swoosh. Snake and Raiden both charged down the corner to see who it was that was responsible for this, but when they turned the corner of the hallway, no one was to be found.

"What the hell...?" said Snake.

--

On a ledge outside, there stood The Dragon and The Bat.

"Boss, we just found where you were. I came immediately when I heard you left for Alaska. Something here?"

The Dragon shook his head. "Yes and no. Yes, these terrorists have stolen La-li-lu-le-lo's Metal Gear. I was sent to get it back and to eliminate any involved. It appears Snake is here, followed by that blond kid calling himself Raiden."

The Bat moved his head about, almost as if looking for something. This wasn't possible of course, The Bat being blind. "Does Ocelot know about this?"

"Why does it matter?" said The Dragon coldly.

"Boss, I don't trust him. He --" The Bat began.

"Enough, Bat. I trust him and that is my final word."

The Bat waved in submission. "All right, all right. But tell me, does he know?" The Bat repeated.

"...No." The Dragon sighed. "But onto bigger things...damn, I'm freezing out here." The Dragon shivered. The Bat noticed something; a tear in The Dragon's clothing.

"Boss, what is that?" The Bat pointed at his ice blue scar.

The Dragon turned his head slightly. "...Just one more reminder that Deonorth will never change..." The Dragon composed himself. "Anyway, get back. Tell them that Metal Gear will begin the sequence. Note though that it might take ages, even a few years."

The Bat slowly nodded. "It'll be worth the delay. Because then we'll have...damn," said The Bat. "Some sentries over there. Better snap 'em and come back later...see ya." And with that, The Bat jumped off into the white abyss.