A/N: Okay people, this is where this story starts to make less and less sense. This is also where one of my other friends took over to write this chapter so...anyway, thanks for the review..you know who you are. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

"Hey wake up kid," said a deep raspy voice.

"Huh?" Jake said while trying to spit out the grass and dirt that had entered his mouth in his temporary unconsciousness. Then as he cleared his head he realized that, to his bewilderment, Solid Snake was kneeling right in front of him. "Where am I?"

"Somewhere near the Grosnij Grad Lab," the man said. His chestnut brown hair was ruffled, and kept in place by a gray rolled up bandana. He had bright green eyes and an unshaven beard. He was wearing a torn green camouflage shirt with matching face paint.

"Where?" Jake repeated.

"Somewhere in the middle of Russia," the rough man clarified, annoyed.

Jake's mind began to clear and he suddenly recognized the dirty face. "Are you…?"

"Solid Snake," the man interrupted. "I was in the middle of my 'Snake Eater' mission, when I heard a loud bang, like some sort of sonic boom. Then a black hole formed in the sky and two orbs shot out of it. They rocketed toward the ground in different directions. One of them, apparently, is you. The other…"

"Where did the other one land?" Jake asked.

Snake looked at Jake with a grave face. "It landed somewhere inside the Grosnij Grad Laboratory."

"Where am I?" Steve thought as he looked around. He couldn't see a thing… Everything was covered in darkness.

"Is it him?" a sinister voice asked.

"No," someone answered, "But we can use him… a hostage, perhaps?"

Steve's insides grew cold as a sinister laughter filled the black room and he passed out.

Jake's stomach began to growl.

"Here," Snake said, pulling out a cylindrical package. "Eat it."

"What is it?" Jake asked, reluctant to find out.

"Indian Gavial," Snake replied. "It's sort of like a crocodile, but its snout is longer. Just imagine its chicken."

"Okay," Jake answered. "I'll try."

Jake opened the package and a familiar scent ran through his nostrils. Well it smells like chicken, Jake thought, it must taste like it too. Jake greedily ripped his teeth through the crocodile's scaly skin.

As soon as he finished, Snake grabbed Jake and picked him up. "Let's go."

"Where?" Jake asked.

"To Grosnij Grad," Snake said. "To get the Sokolov and the Shagohod."

"The what?" Jake asked.

"The Shagohod is a nuclear missile attached onto a tank. I must destroy it before the final testing takes place."

They walked for hours until they ran into a clearing then Jake heard someone call out his name. Jake ran towards the voice.

"No, kid!" Snake cried. "Come back! It might be a trap!"

But Jake ignored him. Snake was right. Jake's foot stepped into a snare trap, and a second later he was ten feet in the air, hanging by his foot caught in a rope.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Snake said.

As Snake made his way up the tree to cut the rope, Jake heard a rustling behind him. As he looked back, he heard a cocky voice.

"Hold it right there, Solid Snake," the voice said.

"Ocelot," Snake muttered under his breath.

Ocelot dropped from the air onto the branch that Jake was hanging from. Ocelot had neatly cut short, blonde hair. His eyes were a piercing dark blue, and his smooth, pale skin contrasted with Snake's tanned skin. He had two holsters each holding a single action army revolver. He was wearing a black shirt and maroon gloves and an under shirt. Wrapped around his torso was a strap full of bullets.

"JAKE!" a loud voice cried out. Jake turned his head upward in the direction of the voice and found Steve hanging off of another branch on the exact same tree. What a coincidence. Steve was hanging by a chain cuffed around his wrists.

Ocelot began trying to tell Snake something, but Snake couldn't hear. A loud humming noise began to fill the air. Jake and Steve made eye contact and Steve's eyes began to glow blue.

"What's going on?" Jake yelled, trying to overpower the humming noise. That weightless feeling began to fill Jake's body again. Jake and Steve began to spin in a rapid vortex and a moment later, Jake appeared in another large forest. By now, Jake had gotten used to the feeling.

"What the heck happened?" asked Jake. "Steve?"

At that exact moment, Steve fell out of the sky, gasping for air.

Steve had a frantic look on his face.

"I need to tell you something, Jake. While they were holding me prisoner in that lab in Gross Nick… whatever, I overheard something I think will help us find what we're looking for. I heard there was a man teleporting to different worlds in search of an important object. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but I'm pretty sure it's the guy I'm looking for.

"That man told me a long time ago that these artifacts are all connected in some way. So I figure that every time he teleports to another world…"

"We teleport along with him," Jake finished.

"Exactly," Steve replied. "So then he must have gone into that world and we got dragged into it along with him."

"And when he left, so did we," Jake said, beginning to understand what Steve was thinking. "So if we teleport with him that means he's somewhere around here… So what are we waiting for?"

Steve's golden eyes flashed with a sudden intensity. "For that man to make a move."

All of a sudden, an arrow shot through the air…

A/N: Okay, if you didn't think that was weird...well...you obviously thought it made sense. I agree on both fronts, but mostly on the, "That-didn't-make-any-bloody-sense!" one.

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