Chapter 2- A Good Heart
"How long has he been in there?"
"Nearly four hours straight..."
"Incredible."
"Ragh!" Snake grunted as he blocked the fist, bringing it down, then sweeping his right leg behind his opponents left. He fired a blast of energy into his opponents head, killing him instantly. Sensing a blast of energy coming towards him, he swung around, countering with his own. Though he didn't let go, and neither did the opponent.
The two beams locked together.
"RRaaagghhh!!"
More energy was thrusted into the beam, intensifying it. Sparks of energy shot off, hitting the ground with loud cracks of thunder. Snake took one hand off of the beam, controlling it and holding it still. With his free hand he shot out an arc of electricity. A counter of the same thing came at him. Now both attacks were locked against one another, as Snake now struggled to hold this amount of energy stable. As he walked forwards, so did that on the other side. Then Snake was face-to-face with it. Doppelganger! Suddenly, rage swelled within him, as a colossal amount of energy forced its way out. A massive explosion, that of at least fifth teen kilotons erupted from the wake of the massive amount of sudden energy.
"Okay get him out of there, he's going to overload this thing if he goes any further." Beatrix ordered
Immediately the Hyper Training room shut, with Snake standing in the middle of the pad white room. As he left the room, Beatrix followed out of the control room.
"Way to go, you nearly destroyed our trillion dollar equipment, once again." The commander sarcastically said.
Snake merely grinned.
"We've got another mission for you." Beatrix said as he handed Snake a folder, with photos, papers and maps.
"South Africa?" Snake asked
"Yes, we've got Confederates killing Republic colonists."
"This isn't abnormal, so why the sudden solo mission to stop it?" Snake asked suddenly
Beatrix looked him in the eyes, beginning to question why Snake asked about the mission.
"We've tracked their leader to the camp and unit that is behind the attacks. He calls himself 'Alexander'. Your objective is to kill him, his lieutenants and his family."
"His family too, sir?" Suddenly concerned asking.
"Yes, his family Lieutenant. Your questions are putting you out of line!" The commander exclaimed.
Snake shook his head, realizing he was stepping out of line. He caught himself.
"Sorry, sir. It won't happen again." He apologized.
"Good. You have your orders, get your gear and meet in Hangar 18 at 1500 hours."
"Yes, sir." Snake said, following with a salute to his commander.
Beatrix simple returned the salute before taking his reluctant leave.
Hours later, over the darkened skies of South Africa, inside Confederate Territory, flying at an altitude of 30,000 feet the plane began to near its targeted drop zone.
"Nearing drop zone, 10 minutes. Strap up." The pilot said over the intercom.
"CAVOK. Green Light." Beatrix said.
Snake stood up, sliding his parachute onto his back. He took one last long drag of his cigar, before tossing it out the back. Putting on his helmet and O2 mask on, he saw the green light go on.
"Drop zone confirmed. Deploy!"
Spread your wings…
Snake looked back to where he heard the voice come from. He must've been hearing things. As he walked to the edge of the ramp, he took in a deep breathe, before jumping out, somersaulting forwards, going straight down. He was plummeting down nearing 130 miles per hour, as he suddenly began to feel lighter and lighter by the second. The pressure of air resistance was becoming less and less by the second. Almost as if he was growing wings…
5,000 feet.
4,000 feet.
3,000 feet.
2,000 feet.
1,000 feet.
Snake checked his altimeter, finding himself at the release point for his 'chute. He pulled the cord, the black, rectangular parachute releasing itself, immediately slowing Snake's decent. The jungle treetop could be seen clearly now, as his decent brought him closer to it. He was coming in way too fast. Not as he planned! He snapped the parachute from his back, letting him crash into the trees limbs and branches. Once he hit the ground, he tumbled and rolled forwards. Seconds later he stopped himself, skidding against the ground near the edge of the cliff.
Whew…
Taking in a deep breath, he stood up slowly, cautiously looking over the cliff side. A steep drop and a deathly one at that. He looked out onto the massive jungle that lay before him at the base of the hill. He could see the target village near by down there, as well as a military outpost half a mile north of it. Now he just wondered how the hell he was getting down there…
Suddenly he began to feel that light weight feeling once again. He looked at the ground, only to find himself not with both feet planted on the dirt and above a few inches the ground. What the hell was happening to him!? Just as quickly as it happened, it disappeared. Both feet flat on the ground again. This was too fucked up. He simply shook his head, as he headed through the jungle behind him.
Nearly half an hour later after sneaking through an enemy infested jungle, he reached the outskirts of village. The Confederate commander, 'Alexander' had made this village his new little home.
Not for long…
He could see the gate of the feeble palisade wall that surrounded the village. Only two sentries were posted outside…
Too easy…
He reached on his back, sliding around his DCR-19 Ranger Rifle. From his vest pocket he pulled out the rifles modular silencer. Once attached he took steady aim at the guard on the left.
Ffft! One.
Ffft! Two.
Clear.
Once he got to the wall, he threw a rappelling hook over its top side, and quickly climbed over. As he took cover behind a small hut, he checked right, left, then his back.
Clear.
He could see the once, 'Town Center', but now 'Alexander's' home. It'd be hell once Snake was through with him. Pressing his back against the side of the small hut, he creped around the corner, then dashed swiftly into the bush at the side of the stairs of the target building. He looked up as he heard the sound of a door sliding open. Ducking back into the cover of the bush, he could see a lone guard exiting the building. From the looks of his rank upon his shoulder, Snake could identify him as one of the Lieutenants. As he walked down the stairs, and going past Snake's direction, he soon found himself choking. Sitting quietly in the bushed, Snake struck from the shadows, telekinetically choking his target. Seconds later the Lieutenant slumped to the ground, dead, with his eyes white and rolled in the back of his skull. Shaking his head, Snake snapped back to reality, finding the dead corpse of the lieutenant before him.
How the..?
He patted the side of his head.
Just finish the mission, and then ask questions later.
He dragged the body into the bush, and proceeded into the house.
After infiltrating the entire house and eliminating all enemies except for his targeted objectives, Snake found himself at the door of the master room. He could once again, just like at Tacit, feel the energies and life forces of those inside the room. This time it was as if he was right next to them…
He took an FG-9 Flash bang/Smoke Grenade from his vest, pulled the pin, slid the door open, then tossed it inside. As the flash blinded and smoke clouded the inside, Snake swiftly moved inside, unsheathing his Katana's from his back. Slaughtering left, and right. Blood covered the ground and the walls with its dark red color. Once the smoke cleared, a young beautiful woman, and two young kids, a boy and girl, were all that remained. He looked them dead in the eyes, from behind his visor. No way…
There was no way he could kill them, they were innocent…
"Freeze!"
Snake immediately dropped his blades, before slowly raising his hands.
"On your knees, slowly!"
He obeyed obediently.
The man kicked Snake's blades away and he came to his front, now looking Snake in his cold eyes. It was Alexander himself. Sneaky bastard…
As their eyes locked, Snake could feel the tension of energy between them. Suddenly his target was gripping one side of his head, and screaming in pain. It was as if Snake had some kind of hold on his brain, on his mind, crushing it like a thin aluminum can. Snapping back to reality, he found his target face flat on the ground, blood coming from his mouth and ears. He stood up, looking around sharply, then at the young lady and two children.
His mission or his beliefs?
Duty or personal feelings?
He honestly didn't know…
Technically he didn't have feelings. He was a cold blooded killing machine that followed his every order and completed every mission no matter the circumstance.
Then why could he think on his own?
Letting out a heavy sigh, he exited the room.
Once he exfiltrated the village, choppers extracted him from a remote field near by, then returned to base. When returned he was called in for his debriefing. Knocking on the door as he got there, it opened before him, allowing him to step inside. He stood before his commander at full attention. At first Kaine said nothing, as he lit a cigar up.
"Overall…the mission was a failure…" He said pausing for a second afterwards.
"…not only did you fail to erase all evidence of your presence and existence, you failed to eliminate ALL objective targets!"
"—Sir" Snake unlawfully interrupted.
"--Not a single word Lieutenant, remain at attention!" The commander barked at him.
Snake snapped back to attention. After a seemingly forever silence, Snake spoke.
"Sir, his wife and children were innocent. They had no dirt, no blood stained on their hands—"
"—Lieutenant I do not care! The fact of the matter is you failed to carry out your objectives!"
Kaine let out a heavy sigh.
"Get out of my sight, dismissed Lieutenant." He said lastly.
With that, Snake left the room.