Snake smoked a Lucky Strikers cigarette in his temporary room in a local inn in London. He had been stuck there for a while. He then pondered back on the interrogation at the Malfoy Manor. He still wondered how he had stuck to his cover up story as David and passed the interrogation to get into the Death Eaters. He guessed it had something to do with the nano-machines inside his body, but the event was extremely blurry in his memories. His blue eyes wandered down to the tattoo on his left wrist. Vatrisha had given it to him after they had left the Malfoy mansion and checked into this inn. She had simply said she would come by soon to pick him up and meet the boss, but that day had not come. Snake had simply been studying the past week, making himself more in character as a wizard. Otacon had been providing him with information too, but even he did not have many new things to say lately.

He had just put out his cigarette when a soft knock was heard from his door. Snake lazily put on his pants, covering up his briefs, and then looked out the peephole. A familiar black and pink witch was disgruntled as she stood there impatiently. Snake opened the door and she slipped in.

"Hey. Long time no see."

"Yeah. It's good to see you again."

"Oh my, you flirt." She laughed lightly, "So, are you good with electronics?"

"I am," The other mumbled then added in his thoughts, "And whatever I don't know, Otacon probably does."

"Alright. Lord Voldemort wants me to figure out this thing but I'm not very good with electronic stuff, so you can help me."

Snake nodded in agreement. "Okay. Let's go."

As the two walked the streets of nighttime London, Snake spoke with Otacon.

"Do you think what she's talking about might be Metal Gear?"

"There's defiantly a better possibility now. Since wizards and witches tend to use magic instead of electronics, it makes sense they wouldn't be knowledgeable in any nuke related technologies. Just be careful, Snake. I have a bad feeling about this."

"You worry too much."

Snake watched as she stopped in a dark alleyway.

He followed suite and Vatrisha began, "Alright. The Portkey is this old ladle. Hurry up." He frantically searched his brain, trying to remember what exactly she meant. He decided to go with his gut as he watched her gloved hand go toward it. He did the same then felt the world go around him. Snake held on tight to the large spoon, not wanting to think what would happen if he let go too soon. The wind coming from every direction finally stopped and he landed on the grassy floor, taking a step back to regain his balance. "Where are they?" Vatrisha asked as she dropped her side of the ladle. Snake let it fall to the floor as he looked around, too. Nothing was around them except the dark green grass swaying lightly in the night wind. Suddenly, two even darker shadows flew towards them from the sky and landed in front of them. Two hooded figures stood there.

Vatrisha greeted them as they took off their hoods. "Hey Goyle, Crabbe."

The two men nodded at her and one asked, "Who's that?"

"Dave. New guy," She answered.

"The Dark Lord is wondering if you found him," The other began.

"The man with the nice moustache?" She responded, petting an imaginary one of her faces. "Well, not yet… but did you bring the document I asked for?" Vatrisha ended in a nervous quick voice. Goyle nodded and then they walked a little ways off.

Crabbe stared at Snake with suspicion for quite a while then finally spoke to him. "Hey, do you speak Russian?"

Snake knew he should get himself on better terms with the other members. Being tight with them would get him closer to Voldemort.

"Yeah," He grunted.

"Crabbe!" Goyle called the other over. "Dave speaks Russian!"

"Good. We need some help communicating with this one guy we're getting a shipment of stuff from. Come with us," the other murmured as he walked up to them two. Meanwhile, Vatrisha lit up the end of her wand and looked at the front page of the document, scanning the list of names. She soon stuffed it in her pocket, put out the light on her wand, then walked up to the men.

"We're taking him with us," Goyle mumbled to her once she was nearby.

"I guess I'll catch you later then. Bye," She said to the three of them with a small wave then she disappeared in a poof of black smoke. Her plans had changed. Her electronics help would have to be found elsewhere.

Snake spent the rest of the morning translating language after language for the two Death Eaters. They seemed to only be receiving parchments of information from different wizarding groups. He could only snag bits and pieces of data from each stop he made, but it seemed like all the documents had one theme in common; all of them were related to controlling electronics through magic. After the final stop, as the three of them were walking away, Snake finally heard some new information.

"Why does the Dark Lord need this stuff anyway?"

"He's going to use that thing against Harry Potter."

"What thing?"

"You know, that big chunk of metal. I still don't see how it's going to help us though."

"Yeah, there's no way magic can be trumped by nukes."

"Otacon, did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I did. Loud and clear."

"So, they might be in possession of a Metal Gear after all."

"Yes. They are possibly planning to use magic to control a large weapon that utilizes nuclear technologies. Sounds like one, all right, but we can't be sure until we get visual confirmation."

"Right."

Snake suddenly heard some crashing coming from Otacon's end.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I think someone's here."

"There he is!" a female voice screeched then she proclaimed, "Crucio!" Otacon screamed in pain as his body twitched.

"Otacon!"

The other was breathing deeply, trying to recover from the attack he had just endured.

"Wow. I am surprised a mere muggle survived that. How about another try? Crucio!" Snake tensed his hand into a fist as Otacon's cries filled his ears once again but then they suddenly ceased. "Hurry and pick him up already. The Dark Lord is expecting Dr. Emmerich." Snake heard another person pick him up and then they both walked off.

"Shit."

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