Note: I don't own Metal Gear Solid or any Sonic characters. Konami owns MGS and Sega owns the Sonic characters. But Fox is mine. Miine!


A small, dark red fox-like creature squatted atop the base, looking as if he was waiting for someone. His mahogany eyes were watching the genome soldiers below, a bit impatient with the fact that he was told to meet someone on top of the Patriots' base. Bah.

His muzzle and chest fluff was pure white, with pure black covering the top halves of his ears and his 'bangs'. On his human-like paws were black fingerless gloves, the knuckle areas bloodied from a chance to torture a guard into telling him the way into the base. Covering his chest was a black tanktop, and covering his furry legs was a pair of khaki cargo pants. Around his feet were black sneakers with red soles, used more for beating than running, hence the coloring of the soles.

Holstered onto the black belt that kept his pants up was a SOCOM pistol, like the used by Solid Snake of Philanthropy.

Man, this was going to be one long day.

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Maneuvering himself between buildings, Solid Snake was sure that today he would finally be able to kill Ocelot. The feud between a Snake and Ocelot had gone on since the mid '60s, and this Snake was determined to end that battle.

/If you turn left at this intersection, then you should see the West wall. No guards monitor this side, seeing as normal spies go from the front or back. Good thing we aren't normal, huh/

Otacon's advice turned out to be correct: no guards along the west wall. Only the lines that circle the building, engraved into the wall. A plus: the engraved circles were deep enough for Snake to climb up the side of the fortress, and get to the roof where he was supposed to meet the demolition expert of the Rebels.

He had heard that his codename was Fox, but he didn't know how literal it was. Until now, of course.

"Otacon, you didn't tell me that Fox was a fox," Snake grumbled over Codec to his otaku partner.

/I didn't know, either. Are you sure that you aren't imagining things, or that this isn't another trick done by Ocelot/

"Let me see.."

As Snake made that last comment, he had wandered near Fox, a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing as the fox coughed and waved his hand in front of his mouth, signaling Put that out. Of course, Snake wasn't the brightest spy in the world, so he kept the cig nestled between his teeth.
"Yeah. He's real. Wonder what happened to the little guy.."

At that moment, a reaction came from the fox, and Snake regretted talking about him as if he wasn't there.

"I'm older than you think, you idiot! Insult me like that again and I'll remove your fingernails one by one!"

/Snake! What's going on/

"The kid's fie--HEY! GIMME THAT BACK!"

Fox had stolen Snake's cigarette, and smashed it with his shoe. Pinning the spy to the ground, he removed the pack of cigarettes from his belt and shoved them in his own pocket.

"Hah! Now you'll hafta be kind in order to get one. Or you'll risk losing your fingers. Either way, I'm happy!"

With that in mind, Snake gave up struggling. "Fine, fine, you win! I won't do anything else, I promise!"

And those were the two who were supposed to infiltrate the base. Hopefully they will develop teamwork skills by the end of the day. Otherwise, the world will face an all-out nuclear war launched by the Patriots.

Chapter One: END