After Raiden's encounter with Fortune, he arrived at the roof of Strut A. With less than 500 seconds left to reach the heliport on Strut E and freeze a bomb, Raiden quickly set out for Strut E. Raiden arrived at the heliport with 275 seconds to spare. Raiden made note of the absence of the Harrier jet that was previously parked on the helipad as he moved down the main aisle of cargo containers cautiously; he could see the bomb set on the ground up ahead, in plain view, but he saw no sign of the person who planted it there. Raiden kneeled in front of the explosives and produced his coolant spray. After a few seconds of coolant, the bomb was no longer active. As soon as the bomb quieted down, the bomber began to make a ruckus.
Raiden heard the sound of what seemed like rollerblades behind him. He quickly turned around, but there was nothing to be found. He began slowly walking back down the main aisle of cargo containers toward the staircase leading down into the main section of Strut E. However, a voice which didn't seem to have a source began addressing Raiden.
"So you're the one…" said the voice as Raiden searched for the owner of the voice. "You're right on time, I see. I like a punctual man." Raiden heard the rollerblades again to his right, and rapidly turned. Again, nothing.
"Is he Dead Cell?" Raiden asked himself as he drew his SOCOM handgun and readied it.
"I am Fatman," said the voice. "The greatest that humanity has to offer and the lowest." Raiden turned to aim his pistol in a different direction. "Can you hear it? Hear this rhythm?" More rollerblade sounds were reverberating off of the cargo containers in every direction. "It is the rhythm of time. And life!" Fatman sped behind Raiden, passing him before Raiden could turn around to look. "Don't you love the sound? I used to hang around department store clock counters." Fatman then slid to a stop, coming into view just in front of Raiden.
Fatman lived up to his name. In addition to being overweight, he wore a very bulky, olive drab bomb blast suit which had pockets all over it. To compensate for his impeded mobility, he wore a pair of rollerblades on his feet. In his right hand, he held a glass of red wine with a straw in it, to get around the suit's face shield which masked from his nose down.
"Life is short," Fatman proclaimed. Raiden aimed his pistol at Fatman and finally managed a good look at the man. He was quite pale, with veins bulging on his bald head. In addition to being bald, Fatman also lacked any eyelashes or eyebrows – burned off from previous explosions. "Bombs tell the time with every moment of their existence," Fatman continued. "And nothing else announces its own end with such a fanfare." Fatman held out his glass of red wine to Raiden; his almost frail-looking hands were a sharp contrast to the rest of his body. "Glad you could make it. The party's about to start." Fatman brought the straw in his glass to his lips and sipped the alcohol. "Yum. Good year. Let's drink to Stillman, shall we?"
"If you destroy the Big Shell, you'll never collect your ransom," Raiden said.
"Ransom? What are you talking about?" Fatman inquired.
"Thirty billion dollars in cash!" Raiden replied.
"So that's what's going on, huh?" Fatman said to himself.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Raiden demanded.
"Oh, you'll know soon enough. And I could care less about what they plan to do. My ambitions are much more simple: To be the most famous bomber of them all."
"You're nuts. No one's going to give a damn about you."
"Oh, yes they will. I'll go down in history – as the man who beat Peter Stillman. That's the only reason I assisted them."
"Like hell you beat Stillman! He had your number," Raiden was quick to point out.
"What did you say!"
"You have nothing of his courage or –," Raiden was cut off by Fatman's laughter. "What're you laughing at!"
"That crock died a dishonorable death six months ago," informed Fatman.
"Six months ago…the liquidation of Dead Cell," Raiden pieced together.
"Call it what you want. Only the right stuff survived that hell," Fatman said. "It set me free, you know. Opened the way to a new dimension. So that I could become the emperor among detonation devotees!" Fatman said as he raised his now-empty glass.
"You're nothing but a common criminal," Raiden said. "And that's the only way people will ever remember you." Fatman threw his glass on the ground, shattering it into thousands of pieces.
"How dare you! I'm an artist!" Fatman said as he skated behind a cargo container. "That's why I dislike boorish military types," Fatman said from behind cover. Fatman leaned out from behind the container and said quite giddily, "It's time to start the party! This is how it works: I plant a bomb and it will explode soon after that. If you prefer to stay in one piece, you'll have to disable my bombs." Fatman then quoted, "'Laugh and grow fat!' Let's move!"
Raiden immediately checked his bomb sensor and found a bomb to his left and to his right. He made a dash to the bomb on his right, first. He found the bomb attached to the side of a cargo container, in plain sight. Raiden took his coolant spray and quickly disarmed the C4. Raiden looked to where the other bomb should have been and spotted it on the side of a crate. He ran to the bomb, crouched, and disarmed the bomb. Raiden checked his bomb sensor and found no sign of more explosives in the area. Now, Raiden could concentrate on defeating Fatman. But before Raiden could find Fatman, he heard Fatman shout, "One!" Fatman had planted a bomb, but had not yet activated the countdown. Raiden sprinted to where he heard Fatman and found him skating away from him. Raiden quickly raised his SOCOM pistol and fired three shots at Fatman. All three bullets hit, and Fatman went sprawling across the helipad. Even though the bullets hit, they did not harm Fatman; his blast suit was more than enough to stop .45 caliber pistol rounds. Raiden moved to where he had a clear line of sight on Fatman's exposed head. As Fatman was recovering from his fall, Raiden took aim and fired a single bullet into Fatman's skull. Amazingly, this did not kill him, although he admitted defeat. While Raiden found the last bomb Fatman planted and defused it, Fatman crawled to a nearby crate and propped himself up against it.
Raiden returned to where Fatman lay, and drew his pistol. Blood dripped down from his head to his blast suit, staining the fabric.
"My suit…Oh no…I've nothing to wear to the party…" Fatman said.
"The party's over for you," Raiden said.
"That's what you think."
"What do you mean?" Raiden asked. Fatman reached into one of his many pockets and produced a small electronic device. He pressed a button on the remote control. Raiden reached and grabbed Fatman's shoulder. "What did you just do?" Raiden grabbed the device. "What is this?"
"I have beautiful hands." Fatman said, as he raised his left hand in the air. "These delicate hands can craft works of art." Raiden ripped off Fatman's face mask and demanded answers.
"Answer me! What the hell is this?"
"It's the switch for the biggest bomb in the entire place," Fatman said. Raiden tossed the device to the ground and aimed at it with his SOCOM pistol. "No use. Once it's activated, there's no stopping the count," Fatman explained.
"Where did you plant it?" Raiden inquired as he trained his weapon on Fatman once again. "Where is it?"
"Somewhere in this area," Fatman said, "Don't worry, it's very close by."
"Where is it?" Raiden asked again, pulling the hammer back on his pistol.
"Go ahead, shoot me. I'm already dead," Fatman said.
"Damn!" Raiden cursed.
"Think you can find it? When it goes off, it'll take the Big Shell with it."
"Tell me where I can find the bomb," Raiden said.
"That's your problem. This is the highlight of the party! Bring it on, I say. They'll be happy, too. I die here…and start my legend! Too bad you won't be around to see the movies. Laugh and grow fat!" were Fatman's last words before he passed away.
Raiden was quick to check his bomb sensor and saw that there was a high concentration of bomb-scent right where Raiden was standing. He put the pieces together and attempted to move Fatman's corpse. As he did so, he heard something fall onto the ground. Raiden looked and found a very large package of C4 explosives. Raiden set down Fatman's body and disarmed the C4. After he did so, Raiden received a codec call from his commanding officer.
"Good work, Raiden," the Colonel said, "Looks like all the bombs are neutralized. One of their main leverages is now gone. That leaves –"
"Colonel," Raiden interjected, "Fatman didn't seem to know about the ransom demands."
"Intentionally kept in the dark, I'd say," Campbell hypothesized, "He seemed to be coming from a very different place from the other terrorists. Raiden, a lot of hostages, our President included, are still in danger. Keep your mind focused on protecting them."
"What are my orders?" Raiden asked.
"Rescue the President."
"We have no idea where he is," Raiden pointed out.
"You haven't been in the central core yet. I suggest you start there."
"Wait, I have another call. Want me to take it?" Raiden said.
"No, I'll go offline. Best to keep our presence unknown," Campbell said. Raiden switched to his incoming call and found Pliskin speaking to him.
"How're you doing, kid?" Pliskin asked.
"Pliskin? Is everything all right?"
"Could be better. Looks like I was out cold for a while," Pliskin stated.
"How did you manage to stay alive?" Raiden asked.
"Had a little help from a friend."
"Friend?"
"What about the bomb?" Pliskin disregarded Raiden's inquiry.
:Defused. And Fatman, too," Raiden replied.
"That's good news."
"How's Shell 2?"
"It's a mess. The bomb crippled H Strut." Pliskin explained.
"What about the toxins?" Raiden asked, referring to what Colonel Campbell told him.
"The what?"
"If the Big Shell blows up, the explosion is expected to produce massive amounts of toxins," Raiden explained.
"Never heard anything about that."
"Huh?"
"Well, looks like there's not much danger of that in any case. But the central core is starting to flood. It won't last much longer," Pliskin noted.
"What about the President and the other hostages?"
"They weren't in Shell 2. They must be in Shell 1."
"We need to get the hostages out of here now," Raiden said.
"It's too far from Manhatten for a swim," Pliskin said.
"What about the lifeboats?" Raiden asked.
"There doesn't seem to be any. Doesn't make any sense," Pliskin said.
"So, a chopper is our only extraction?" Raiden asked.
"Right. And it comes with a passenger limit. Intel has it that there are about thirty hostages."
"It'd take more than a single trip," Raiden said.
"We'll have to come back."
"Can you pilot a chopper?" Raiden asked.
"No," Pliskin elaborated, "But I brought a gearhead with me. He's a good guy. I'll introduce you later."
"Pliskin, I'm on the heliport right now, but I don't see their Harrier. It's out somewhere."
"We'd better move now, then. Out chances with a Harrier after us are close to nothing." Pliskin said.
"Do you know where the President is?" asked Raiden.
"No. That one's all yours," Pliskin said.
"The President is at the top of our rescue list. These are our orders, Lieutenant J.G.,"
"Your orders. Not mine," Pliskin rebuttled.
"What?"
"See you later." Pliskin said as he cut the connection.