A/N: due to being robbed recently, I'm letting my anger at society dictate this chappy. I am not one happy ginger /: not at all...I just turned 18 man...
On the bright side my coworker and I actually tracked down the people who stole my stuff tonight! It was rather exciting and dangerous in a way! Moving on though~
CHAPTER 2: Mission Briefing
Samus ran a hand through her blonde locks, eyes focused on a crack in the sidewalk. Her hair draped her shoulders, rugged military green clothes and steel toed black boots covering her body. It was nice to wear normal clothes instead of the tight jumpsuit for once. She turned the pale cigarette over in her fingers, her pistol resting beside her leg. Her eyes fluttered to the passerbys as the cig pressed to her lips and a light from the zippo came. She shook her head, exhaling a stream of smoke.
Thoughts twisted in her skull, distate of society twinging the edge of her nerves. Stories of grown men stealing from fledgling adults made her stomach constrict bitterly. Her eyes watched the pedestrians as she rested on the brick crumbling wall, wondering whom of which were murders? Thiefs? Sex offenders? Whom of the billions on Earth were convicted of crimes?
The thoughts dried out as she smoked away the little cigarette. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, holstered her pistol, and crossed the street to the confrence site her employer had requested to meet at. Upon entrance her jaw locked. Instantly she was flocked with reporters. Collectively she ushered them away with no response, working towards the elevator. She leaned against the back wall and watched the doors close.
"Gotta love them reporters." A voice said with a sigh. She glanced at the dorkish man beside her.
"You must be Hal Emmerich, codenamed Otacon." She turned her full sharp gaze to him.
"Yes," Otacon said nervously. "That would be me. Miss Aran–"
"Samus please." She rotated her shoulders. "You'll have to dismiss my foul mood. I have a rather hard time with reporters first thing in my morning."
"Much like Snake." Otacon chuckled. He cleared his throat. "We'll be on the sixth floor, room sixty-five."
Her finger pressed the sixth floor button. She pressed her lips in thin lines, trying to shake the irritation towards human society. Otacon, not wanting to agitate the lethal warrior, stayed quiet. The tension was becoming stifling. He nervously pulled at his collar. Samus felt a smirk paint her lips.
"Afraid I may bite?" She said, staring up at the ceiling.
Otacon forced himself to laugh, not because she was right, but because her presence was intimidating. She gripped the gold support bar, her jaw tensing up. She could see the intimidating effect written all over his face, and she did not like it. Not in the slightest.
Finally, after ages it seemed, the doors drew open. She stepped out first, placing her hands in her pockets, turning over the mini Bic lighter repetitively. Otacon followed after leading her to the conference room. He shuffled around some folders and handed her one.
"This is Solid Snake, your partner for this mission." He began to explain. She handed him the folder back, having only skimmed the contents.
"I work alone." She said icily. She didn't want him to catch the flush crossing her cheeks.
"Miss Samus–"
"I'll hear from my employer why I've been assigned to this, Doctor." She kept a brisk steady pace, leaving him slightly behind.
Otacon stumbled to keep up. He shuffled the files in his hand, wondering what was going through Samus' mind. She reached room sixty-five and shuffled in. Otacon stumbled in after, stammering her introduction.
"Miss Samus," Campbell saluted gently. "Pleasure to have you."
She took a seat, furtherest from Snake knowingly, and forced a smile.
"Let's get straight to business shall we?" She said, more edge than intended.
Snake kept his eyes on her subtly, drinking in the way she shifted around. The mission was simple: neutralize Liquid II. Yet, other matters were brought forth, matters unbeknownst to the Earthlings. Samus cleared her throat, tied her hair back, and looked at Campbell straight in the eye. She stood up, placing a holo-projector on the table. A hologram of a metroid appeared.
"The Federation suspects the return of Metroids." She said calmly. "DNA traces were found on the corpses of planet TA-9 in the west sector. Once the mission is done here, I will be leaving promptly for my next assignment. If the threat of metroids is true, it is my fucking duty–will you please stop eye balling me Snake?!"
Her eyes blazed, locked with his. Campbell cleared his throat before Snake said a word.
"Samus, if the mission changes so be it. We've enlisted your help here, not only to neutralize and stop Liquid Sun, but also on the recent intel we received within the last three days before your arrival. Liquid is bringing in Phazon and with that the threat of Earth."
He allowed the statement to sink in. "He is holding the fate of Earth hostage at the expense of his own safety."
"That being said," Otacon said carefully. "You and Snake are the only two who can execute this mission successfully. Snake for his experience with Liquid Snake and other factions of Liquid's movement; and you, Samus, for your experience with the ETs known as Metroids. Though we've seen the reports of them, having contact with a Metroid is unprecedented. It is an espionage mission though, so be careful."
"And in the event of being discovered," Wolf picked up. "It's kill or be killed. It will be just you two on this assignment, us being here for back up yeah?"
"The primary objective is to track Liquid down. Secondary objectives are to gather as much intel regarding Liquid's plan, Metal Gears, and the Metroids. You'll be deployed to the last known location, The Amazon, in a day or so." Campbell concluded. "Any questions?"
The two looked at each other and nodded, signaling their understanding. In 24 hours they'd embark on joint mission so foreign to themselves. The fate of Earth lied in their hands.
A/N: it usually takes about two chapters to introduce the plot, but anywho. The next chapter will be better I hope.