Chapter 1-X21
"Go, go, go!"
Gunfire and constant explosions could be heard in the distance. It'd get close a couple of times here and there. As Sergeant Eversman yelled out, even through the overpowering sound of the explosions, everyone moved alongside of the wall of the building. The wall was a tannic beige color, with an Arabic design. Though they were in Southeast Asia, in the newly formed Islamic Union of the Confederate Union in the once countries of Afghanistan, Kazakhstan, Tjuebekistan.
The soldiers surrounded the door, then kicked it straight off its hinges. They swarmed in quickly, and secured the perimeter. Too easy...
Something wasn't right...
Suddenly they heard footsteps at the door way, turning in its direction, aiming straight at it.
"Easy men, it's only Snake." Eversman told them stepping between them all.
They lowered their rifles, new DC-8 Electric Carbines. These new rifles were based off of the old M8 Carbine from the 21st Century, but carried different ammo cartridges. 6.5x28mm.
Snake walked a bit towards them, eyeing the room and the stairs. His deep blue eyes shone through his lengthy jet black hair. His bandanna covered his forehead adding a bit of shadow to his eyes. Hell all of his clothing was dark colored. His Kevlar vest, gloves, belt, boots, pads and even his OctoCamo Suit. He held his carbine in one hand as he began to walk up the stairs, then signaled the team to search the rest of the building. They quickly spread out and scoured the building from top to bottom. Slowly walking to the edge of a window at the end of the room, peering outside, he spotted a small group of militants running through the back alleyway. Immediately he raised his carbine and fired a burst of shots. One of the men fell quickly as the others got away. Hearing the shots fired the team quickly rushed to where it came from. Finding Snake still standing, their tension eased slightly, but not much.
"Tangos in the alleyway." Snake said as he briskly walked down the stairs.
Immediately called up on the radio.
"Basher Five-Nine, this is Charlie Thirteen, over. We've got rats in the alleyway, 134 to 68 bearing northeast, over."
Seconds later, they replied back.
"Roger that Charlie Thirteen. Sending in a Cherokee, over."
"Roger that. Charlie Thirteen out, over."
Snake then signaled them to move out as the sound of artillery fired off in the background. Minutes later as the team moved from cover to cover in the death filled streets, artillery explosions caught near them, in front of their location. Some buildings quickly crumbled to dust and debris. Immediately afterwards, they advanced. Once they came to the small alleyway, they took up cover against the walls. Sergeant Eversman peered around the corner of the rotten, beige colored wall, when suddenly bullets hit the wall. TICK, TICK, TICK! Eversman reacted simply by grabbing a grenade and pulling the pin.
"Fire in the hole!" He yelled out as he threw it into the alleyway.
Once it exploded they quickly tried to advance, but were stopped in their tracks as a M148 Black Land Armored Mechanized Unit appeared before them. It was a GRN Mech Unit! As it caught sight of Snake and his men, it quickly opened fire, its 12.7millimeter Gatling gun firing piercing round after piercing round at them at nearly over 1,500 rounds per minute. Two of Snake's men fell once the bullets were fired; the rest quickly took cover. Militiamen quickly pressed forward, trying to advance on the Republican commando team. Retaliating, Snake and his men opened fire upon them, ceasing the enemies advance.
"Basher-Five Nine, where is that damn air support!?"
"Charlie Thirteen, the cavalry is on its way hang in there for a couple of more minutes!"
"A few more minutes and we'll be dead you fucking twit!" Snake said, chunking the radio headset down, as he resumed fire at the enemy.
As the stalemate firefight pressed on, soldiers falling left and right, the sound of helicopter blades could be heard pounding through the air in the distance. Coming closer and closer. Soon the helicopter was overhead, an AH-69 Cherokee Stealth Attack Helicopter. It hovered itself behind the militia's position, then opened fire with its 20 millimeter auto-cannon. The Mech Unit tried to aim it's .50 caliber Gatling cannons at the helicopter, but it was too slow. Two 70millimeter Screech Rockets were fired, hitting the Unit dead on, destroying it completely. With the militia men distracted by the air support, Snake and his men unloaded the rest of their clips upon the unorganized soldiers, killing them all within seconds. The pilot gave a quick salute to Snake and his men.
"RTB Echo-One."
"Roger that, Basher-Five Nine, over. RTB." The pilot responded.
Afterwards they rounded up the wounded and counted the dead, then called in a Medi-Evac. Two of the remaining six soldiers stayed behind to help tend to and guard the wounded. The four that were left, excluding Snake and Eversman, decided to continue the operation to hunt down and kill Prince Hassad.
The team traveled across the city, hiding behind every bit of cover as battle within the city and besiegement carried on. Eventually they rendezvous with Alpha Team from the 82nd Airborne Division, near the center of the city where Intel said the war lord was located. Intense fighting could be heard nearby, most likely the 1st Infantry and 1st Armored Core besieging the City Hall. Soon they reached the west part of the town center. The City Hall was fortified and barricaded beyond what they thought originally. Still, that didn't stop the Armored Core from trying to destroy the building or soften it up a bit.
"Insert through the west and south ends. Watch for snipers and scouts. The enemy cannot know we are here. Our objective is to take Hassad alive, or dead." Snake whispered to them over the KODEK.
They stealth fully moved in with precision, concealing themselves in each little bit of shadow and cover. As they made their way inside, they noticed no guards. Maybe too preoccupied with the battle...
In the darkness, death awaited them silently...
They continued to move throughout the buildings far ends, when suddenly militiamen appeared from the shadows ambushing them. Two of Snake's men fell, as they rest of combined team took cover. Gunfire from both sides immediately followed afterwards. More and more soldiers were falling, and Snake was beginning to run out of ammo. Though, he could feel a burning sensation within his hands, seeing a
slight aura around them. Was it possible that he had the prestige myth-ridden Traits of History? Only certain individuals are found with these powers, and are they are very rare to find. Click! Click!
"Shit..." He was out.
He quickly ducked behind the table flipped over in front of him. The aura was becoming more, and more. He tightened his hands, forming fists as the burning sensational feeling became more. The he released his hands, with forms of dark blue colored energy, appearing within the palms of his hands. He looked around seeing his team and Sergeant Eversman dead around him. Suddenly a rush of anger swelled within him. The energy became even more. He stood up, looking directly into the eyes of one of the ambush men, as he released the energy from his hands, the dark blue energy shooting outwards in straight beams. The beams hit, then exploded, killing them instantly. Turning around, he walked up the stairs, then once more released the energy at the wall before him, destroying it. Now he could feel control over the energy...
As the dust cleared, he passed through the hole in the wall. Somehow he could sense a large amount of energy force nearby. It was--intoxicating. Then, as two guards spotted him, ordering for his surrender, he quickly dispatched of them. Snapping ones neck, and then ripping the other in half. Literally...
He soon found his way to the source of where he felt this massive amount of energy come from, at the main office of the building.
Come in my friend...
The Arabic accented voice echoed throughout his head. Then the click of the door and it's opening movement as he reached for the door. Once he walked in, Hassad stood before him, dressed in traditional Arabic warrior clothing from that of the earlier 11th Century First Millennium. Turban, face mask, silk cloth vest, Arabic cloth pants, and combat boots. Two scimitars were sheathed upon his back.
"Come now Snake, don't be frightened." He said holding his hand before him, as if in a welcoming gesture.
"How do you know my name?" Snake asked.
Hassad simply pointed at his own cranium.
I know you can hear me Snake, I can read your thoughts.
I can...but how?
In due time...in due time, Warrior of the Garden.
A sinister laugh echoed in Snake's skull. Somehow he could feel control over anything in the room, as if he had the will power to move anything and everything in the room. He felt as if he could do it with his thoughts alone. Next thing he knew, the desk that was in front of him was now flying his way. He braced himself, ready to take the impact. Seconds later, not feeling anything hit him, he let his guard down seeing the table stopped in mid-air before him. He stopped it! He could feel a struggling force upon the table as he raised his hands, as if gripping something. Quickly he ducked and let go, as the table went flying past him, crashing into the wall.
"Ack!" He grunted, cringing his teeth as he felt a pressurizing force against his throat. He tried to force it away...
You can't beat me Snake...
"Rrraaagghhh!!" Snake roared out as he sent a blast of telekinetically energy at Hassad.
Hassad slid back a couple of feet. Once he opened his eyes, Snake was suddenly face-to-face with him.
"Hhhaaaa!" Snake lunged out his arms at Hassad, releasing a blast of energy at him. The blast sent Hassad through the wall, connecting with an explosion. Snake took a step forward, cautiously as he could still sense the Prince.
"Good Snake, good!" He said tauntingly.
With the dust beginning to clear, Hassad stood in the hole of the wall. Snake quickly dashed to him, in a foolish attempt to get him head on. Hassad easily countered, as he ducked down slightly, then lifted Snake up once he got to him, lifted him up, turned an entire one-hundred and eighty degrees around, then slammed him down to the ground. A perfect Spinebuster. As Hassad reached for Snake, he found two feet connecting with his face sending him back a bit, stumbling. Snake rolled back and up. He could feel more energy now. It was overwhelming; he had to release it! He could hear words within his head, ones he didn't even know! The energy was forming within his hands, at a particularly fast rate. He felt control, but it was too much. He channeled the energy as Hassad stood up rubbing his face.
"Ooooommmeeeeee..."
He could hear him.
"GGaaaaaa..."
He looked into Snake's eyes.
"Bi-MMUUUUU!!" Snake shot the energy from his hands, aimed dead on at his adversary. Hassad's eyes widened as the blast connecting with him, exploding massively, killing him instantly. Minutes later, as troops outside had finally captured the building; they could see Snake walking down the steps. He reached halfway as his eyes closed and his body collapsed to the ground.