Snake awoke in the scratchy bed of the clinic. He was so furious at that Volgin. Eva told him to rescue her, and that's what he would do.
He jumped out of the bed, and in midair remembered his wound, but when he landed, it didn't hurt! Snake instantly scanned his leg and found the wound was almost fully healed.
That meant he was out for day. That meant Eva could be dead by now.
He forced that thought from his mind and ran out the doors, making a loud boom. It was night time, but he didn't care if he woke anyone up.
Snake ran to his dorm, which was all tha way acroos the school. Though it was pitch black, Snake could navigate the school blindfolded, which was a dare he took up way earlier.
Snake finally reached his dorm, and there waiting for him was The Boss.
"I thought you would come." she said calmly.
"Boss, move. I have to get Eva back." Snake said, temper already rising.
"Snake I won't get in your way. In fact I came to answere some questions."
"Like what?"
"Volgin. The "Simulation". Eva."
Snake did not respond, so The Boss continued.
"The simulation was a test to gauge your skills. You are the best student to attend this school in 50 years, Snake. There will be governments begging to have you at their disposal.
The simulation was overseen by Volgin, but he revolted. Apparently, The Soviets paid a better bill. Now he is serious. He has captured Eva and is in a remote desert in Nevada setting up a base for silos.
You have to stop him, Snake. Only you can."
He's in Nevada! How the hell will I get to Nevada in time.
The Boss chuckled.
"Follow me."
They walked out into the courtyard. And there it was. The beautiful F-4 from the base.
"You will fly.
Snake stopped smiling.
"An F-4 is a two seater." he commented.
"The RIO has been replaced with a high tech computer. It'll get the job done.
The seat for it has all your needed equipment."
Snake hesitated.
"Are you serious?"
"Just go, Snake."
This time, without hesitation, Snake jumped in. Luckily, he was tall enough for the seat.
The Boss lit up the runway and Snake started the jet. He accelerated and pulled the stick towards him, and within seconds, he was off.
This would be fun.