Tank stepped past the corpses of dead sailors and looked at the tanker's destination on the screen. "So Tank," Scottacon asked, "where is the tanker heading?"

Tank fumbled for an answer, "um…err…I don't know."

"Look at the screen and read the co-ordinates. Those numbers there. Read them!"

"Uh…seven…swirl. Son of a bitch! It's too damn hard! Oh look! Here's a nice map. Here's the boat and here's a nice island! Ooh, pretty."

"What's the island called?"

"Um…well…"

"Forget it Tank! You can hitchhike home for all I care!" A figure attracted Tank's attention and he went out onto the deck. A woman was talking on her radio very loudly trying not …to not attract attention?

"Yes they are all planted. And the vehicle's pilot? Yes, he is a noob!"

Scottacon called suddenly, "that's Older Tankinivitch! Fit as fuck!"

She continued, "father, I want to stay and fight."

Not caring about her conversation Tank rolled out from behind the crates and raised his Beretta, "hands in the air!" The woman turned around and dropped her gun down on the deck. "What else have you…urrgh!"

Tankinivitch stared down the stranger, "is there a problem?" she asked in a Russian accent.

"When was the last time you shaved under your arms? Just put your arms down, ok?"

She did and Tank calmed down considerably, "alright, take the knife and toss it

overboard!" Older saw her chance and turned slowly towards the railings. "I said

don't move!"

"Oh you shoot women too, dickhead?" Suddenly, the boat lurched and Tankinivitch looked up, "it's stopped raining."

"Nice observation skills," Tank muttered.

"What? Anyway, isn't it amazing – America I mean."

"We're in England! Are we gonna fight or not?"

"Oh yes, where did I put that knife?" A bullet fired from the handle of the knife and

missed Tank by an inch. "And that brings our tour to its conclusion."

"What the hell are you talking about? Whatever let's fight already!"

Older looked down at her knife, "crap. That was my only bullet!" A tranquilliser dart hit her and she fell to the deck.

Tank stood over her. "That was stupidly easy! Oh well a victory's a victory."

"Hey Tank!"

"Yeah Scottacon."

"Take that gun with you. Just do it! Get to the bottom of the tanker and find the new Metal Gear!"

"What new Metal Gear?"

"Read the manual you douche!"

Tank picked up the USP and went back inside, heading for the stairs.