I've been gone a while, so my apologies for keeping you all waiting. I decided to let this idea I've had in my head, that's come from all the reviews the readers have given to me, play out. This is a preview chapter for the next part of what I hope to be the Debriefing series.

Meanwhile, many, many, miles away…

A phone rang in an office, deep underground in a secret U.S. military base. Smoke that gathered in a nicotine mist floated eerily above their user like toxic gas, but the person's attention was transfixed on the computer screen that sat before him. A small smile formed on his lips as he saw the heart monitor of Snake flat line, and he stubbed out the cigarette. The phone persisted in ringing, but the man had other matters to attend to as well. Finally, stood up and walked to the phone, his military styled boots made a clunk clunk noise as he reached out with his left arm and grabbed the phone off the rack. A sort of British accent resounded through the empty office as he walked through a long quiet hall to a steel door as he talked with the other person on the line,

"Yes, he is dead. Yes, I understand, we need him now more than ever. Yes of course, Big Boss's genes still exist in him, as they always will. Big Boss himself is gone, but as you know we need not worry. Just because the system is gone, doesn't mean that The Patriots themselves are gone. Of course, of course, I'm still well taken care of, no problems so far with my body, and I assume no problems reside with your body, or the rest of you. Good. I assure you, that once we obtain whatever genetic information resides in him, we will be able to proceed to the Resurrection. Naturally, I've already sent somebody to keep an eye on them; I doubt we should have to worry about any outside interference from them."

The door slid open automatically for the man as he entered the room. A cylinder shaped tank with a strange glowing liquid surrounded by all sorts of computers, electrical equipment, lay in the center of the room. A dark shape like a person was floating in the container and as the man walked towards it, he smiled at the face, which was almost identical to his. He ran his right hand through his long blonde hair as he answered the phone again,

"Yes, it is indeed good to be back… Mr. President."

To Be Continued...