Several helicopters carrying American soldiers flew over a nearby bridge. Once again Colonel McKeegan's voice was transmitted via codec, "alright here is your final brief…terrorists have taken over the cleanup facility the Big Smell. It was made 2 years ago to deal with the spillage from the tanker incident. The terrorists have several VIPs and the President hostage since they were visiting when the take-over happened. Your mission is to rescue the hostages and neutralise any terrorists. Are you ready?"
"Yes sir," came the reply.
"Good luck…Snake." Snake swam through a hole in the mesh fence and soon surfaced in a diving room. "Colonel," Snake said with his scuba mask still on, "I've made it inside but I think there might be someone else here."
"Shut up you idiot! Only the army teams are there and they are just landing now. Don't be so paranoid and get on with the fucking mission."
Snake opened the first door and peered around the corner. A soldier regained consciousness and carried on down the corridor. Snake followed and watched as the lift ascended carrying a lone figure to strut A of the Big Smell. He called the colonel again; "there is definitely another operative here."
"I told you to feckin' shut up and do the damn mission! Make sure you call the lift before those guards wake up as well!"
SWISH! Snake casually returned his survival knife to his belt, "not a problem anymore!"
"Snake, where did you get that?"
"I was hiding it…somewhere special."
"By the way, just so I don't have to keep yelling at you I hired Rosie to do it for me…oh, and she'll save your mission data too! Multi-tasking, eh?"
"Colonel this is way too dangerous for her!"
"Oh shut up you bitch. Back to the sneaking!" He logged off.
A ping noise alerted Snake that the lift had arrived so he got on. On the way up Snake pulled off his scuba mask to reveal a young, handsome face and flowing blonde hair.
Colonel McKeegan called again, "hey Snake! To avoid any confusion we are changing your name to 'Raidrew.' Isn't that super cool?"
"Why Colonel?"
"Erm…well, uh…hey Rosie didn't you want to talk to Sn…I mean Raidrew! Damn this is not my day!"
"Hey Raidrew! Do you want me to save your mission data?"
"Are you shitting me? I only just started this damn game…yeah I suppose I should."
"Okay all done! Be careful!"
Raidrew crept stealthily around the first few enemy Russians then stopped to consider his plan? The Big Smell was huge! What were his chances of finding the president and where should he start?
2 soldiers stopped to chat, "hey Josef! You know how most of the time we speak Russian? Today I was thinking we should speak fluent English for the fun of it."
"Ha ha. Good one Sergei! We should go to here now because that is where the president is…I'll put it on the big screen so any eavesdropping fucktard could find it! I think that was long enough – let's go Josef!"
Raidrew ducked out of the opposite door and sprinted to Strut D – he had to get to the president before the bad guys.
Raidrew slipped on the floor and crashed into a 'wet floor' sign as he rounded the corner. He looked down and saw that the 'wetness' was blood from a nearby soldier. He leaped up and brushed himself down and grimacing at the stains.
In the next room soldiers stalked their way through, looking for the assailant. A knife flew down from the shadows above and pierced the leader's head. The rest screamed and fired randomly at the ceiling. Another was cut down and the final had his neck slashed wide open by the brown-coated villain.
Raidrew entered as the last soldier was getting his blood drunk by his killer. Raidrew was startled by what he saw and even more startled when the killer saw him. The knife-wielding man leapt onto the platform and landed behind Raidrew with his weapon ready…