Chapter 2: Backup

The submarine flowed gently through the water as Ulysses Porter, under orders from Natasha Romanenko for their escapade into Russian waters, began to calculate the prime drop point for their package.

Their radio beeped on and a voice heavy with a Russian accent informed them of their illegal deeds. Ulysses gave his radio a crocked smile and took a swig of his beer. He replied in his own Russian accent, "Yes, Ve shall leave immediately." Ulysses updated the coordinates and his crew prepped the cargo. It was a large aerodynamic vessel, only big enough to hold a seven foot man and his equipment. Their cargo was only 6' 4", and he only bore a high frequency blade built by Philanthropy's best engineers.

The launch point was ahead, and an American man counted down to launch as a couple of gruff sailors loaded the cargo into the chute. "5……4……3…." It was a proud day for their organization, the first launch of the equipment since Solid Snake in 2005…. "2..." Ulysses pasted on his patriotic grin, although the Motherland would have frowned upon his conversion to the Americans, he was already on a great and world changing mission….. "1."

The pod launched from the ship with a silent sonic boom that ruined the moment because of stealth technology. If Ulysses was in charge, he would have made sure that his magnificent launch had been loud enough to wake the dead.

The radio clicked on…another channel was trying to patch through. Ulysses turned it on and a familiar voice told him, "Turn on the codec so the others can't listen in." Ulysses gave his men the what-a-nutjob look and slid into the bathroom with a masculine strode in his step.

BEEP! BEEP!

Ulysses: Zyes?

Otacon: What are you doing!?!

Ulysses: Insurance, my dear friend.

Otacon: Look, we were instructed to send Sampson, no one else.

Ulysses: Natasha ordered for us to zend your back-up.

Otacon: We don't NEED backup.

Ulysses: Sorry, zose are my orders.

Otacon: Philanthropy has a conduct much like FOXHOUND, solo operations ONLY!

Ulysses: Look, we are only sending him to collect their research data. Let Sampson do the rest.

Otacon: I'm not so sure….

Ulysses: Don't vorry, comrade, we have zings under control.

Otacon: Fine. But if there is one thing out of place-

Ulysses: I assure you…….there is nozing to vorry about.

Beedlybeep!

Otacon let his hand drop from his ear and looked at Derek Sampson, the only one sitting in the cabin of the Sikorsky S-67 Blackhawk military helicopter. "Good luck out there," he said cheerfully. Solid Snake….THE Solid Snake…….was piloting the helicopter. He didn't say much, but when Derek had begun ranting about him being honored to meet a legend, Snake began an emotional rant about "There are no heroes on the battlefield," or "I'm no legend. Just an old killer hired to do some more work." Derek had almost been creeped out about it, but he was more curious about why a thirty-nine year old man would be having nearly gray hair. Otacon explained it as extreme cell degeneration due to the cloning process, but Derek was prepping his Desert Eagle for the mission. "I thought this was a procure-on-site op." he had said. "no, actually. The rules of FOXHOUND aren't always the best choice for us," Otacon had replied. The ocean roared by in silently lapping waves below as he began to strap on his diving gear…..

"We'll be referring to you as Desert Eagle for this mission." Otacon said. "Your backup, apparently, is named Cyber Shadow." Derek came him a look of confusion, but Otacon pushed him out just in time for Derek to grab his box of matches. The water cascaded around him and he began the long voyage to the Russian Coast.

Sooooo….chapter two people. New characters, old characters. What do you think? Well, I've got to go.