Metal Gear Solid: Resurrection

by Rookie's Eyes (based off of Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake)

Disclaimer: the Metal Gear series and their characters are property of Kojima Productions and Konami

Chapter 6 The Four Year Veteran

Snake Dialed 140.93 on his codec, then turned the knob to 'SEND'. " Kasler! Who the hell was that!"

*140.93* "Relax Snake, his name is Black Shadow, until about three years ago, I had never even heard of him. I mean, normally to get his kind of reputation, it takes ten to fifteen or so years, but in three years his resume is almost as impressive as my own. All I can tell you is that his family was killed in a bombing raid in South Africa a while back. He prefers hand to hand combat as well, thinks that a gun is too impersonal or something."

"So, in other words, you don't know shit about Shadow or his strategy."

*140.93* "That would be the general idea,.. Sorry I can't be more help."

Snake cut transmission. Realizing he had the second security card, Snake decided to get the stealth camo that Holly had mentioned earlier.

Snake slipped out of the elevator just in time. He only had just enough time to hide before the two conscious guards came over to the elevator to go to the third level in order to see what had happened. Without having to deal with the guards, this was going to be a cinch. Slipping inside the small armory, Snake stocked up on rounds, he even found a machine gun, packaged with a set of silencers. Snake walked inside the other room looking for the camo. Rows and rows of experimental equipment lined the shelves within the room, and at the end of the room was a cardboard box labeled 'STEALTH CAMOUFLAGE'.

His interest piqued, Snake walked over and picked up the box. When he opened it though, it was empty. Damn, he cursed. Someone had gotten it first, unfortunately he had no way of knowing who. Pulling out his beretta as he exited the small room, Snake walked straight into the barrel of an Uzi.

"Don't Move!"

"How'd you find me?" Snake inquired the guard.

The guard raised his radio, it beeped quietly with a red light flashing quickly near the speaker. Crap, silent alarms. "Drop your Weapon!......Drop your weapon now!" The guard ordered.

"Okay.. take it easy.. here." Snake said as he placed his gun on the floor.

"Don't move or I'll shoot… Uh, I mean it!" The guard said, rather unconvincingly.

Sensing the sentry's weakness Snake decided to try a little psychological warfare. "Your hands are shaking. Is this your first time pointing a gun at a person?"

"Shut up!"

"Can you shoot me, rookie?"

"Careful I.. I'm no rookie!"

"You haven't even taken the safety off, rookie."

"I told you, I'm not a rookie! I'm a four year vet!"

With the sentry's guard down, Snake made his move. Grabbing the muzzle of the gun, he slammed his elbow straight into the soldier's face, knocking him over and allowing Snake to take the gun.

"Four year rookie's more like it… sweet dreams,… rookie." Snake butt-stroked the guard across the head. Dropping the gun, he was about to walk back to the elevator, when he heard the ping of an elevator arrival. Damn! More soldiers. Looking around in a rush, he spotted a vent. Luckily, it did not take much effort to take the vent cover off because the screws had either fallen out or were in poor condition.

Although crawling through the vents was no vacation, Snake preferred that over the alternative. It looked as if no one had cleaned the vents in years. Snake had found two dead rats and he had only been crawling for ten minutes or so. Looking ahead, he could see a small container. What the hell? As Snake came closer, he could see from the packaging that it was instant noodles. "The food of the Future" the packaging said. It sounded good, but when Snake looked at the expiring date, he was quickly deterred. "Expires Oct. 12 1964" was written at the bottom. Disgusted, and perplexed at the thought of how it even got there, Snake moved on.

Snake finally found a vent cover loose enough to pry open, and luckily it opened down onto the first floor.

It popped off relatively easily, and it turned out he had exited the vent inside the bathroom.

Someone grabbed the door handle at the entrance, and Snake had barely enough time to hide under the sink before the guard came in to take a leak. Walking over to the urinal, he did his business, and then came to the sink to wash his hands. Snake grabbed his ankles, pulling them out from beneath the guard. He landed on his back, and Snake punched him in the forehead to keep him quiet. Hiding him in the stall, Snake exited the bathroom.

He was now back in the same room he had been in before with the small battalion of tanks. Snake could see from his radar there were six guards on his floor, most of which were patrolling the perimeter of the room except for a portion of the room watched by a security camera. Past that security camera was the door leading outside, and from there he could get to the prison compound. Snake could see from the guards' radios that the silent alarm was still in effect.

He managed to get over to the pathway with the camera without being seen, now he just had to hide behind some crates that had been conveniently set in front of the camera, get past one sentry protecting the exit and he could make his way to the prison. Lying on his belly, he army crawled his way past the crates, staying low so as not to be seen by the solitary guard. When he had his back turned, Snake crept in from behind. He punched the sentry in the back of the knee, causing him to collapse. As he fell, Snake punched him in the throat, effectively causing his trachea to collapse and the lack of oxygen quickly put the guard out cold.

Slipping through the door, he had entered another room filled with a dozen or so Goliath tanks, and on the opposite end of the room, he could see a large door already open, leading outside. Once Snake reached the exit, his plan did not seem so simple. Six trails in all, every one filled with footprints, lead in different directions entirely through the jungle. No idea what else to do, he dialed Holly's codec frequency.

*140.15* "Hi Snake. What's the situation?"

"I'm at the south exit of building one and there are too many trails for me to know which one leads to the prisoner compound."

"I don't know what direction to take... But I do know what you can do. In a few minutes a guard wearing a blue beret should be headed your direction. He's responsible for taking over sentry shift for the guard already there. Follow him and it's a sure bet he'll lead you to Dr. Marv."

Snake ended transmission and hid in the bushes. It took only a few minutes and a guard stepped outside with a blue beret. Muttering incoherently, probably griping, the guard stopped a moment at the fork between paths, and then he proceeded into the second path from the left with Snake Slowly in pursuit from behind.

Author's Note: Spring break is almost up. Unfortunately i won't be able to write as fast as i have been lately. Please review. I want to make it as accurate as possible and I want to know that people are reading my story. Anticipated reviews much appreciated.