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 7 Inside the Prison

Ten minutes earlier…

Oh… Holy cow does my head hurt.! Bennet was awake, and the sharpest of his conscious sensations was a pain in the back of his head, like taking a bat to the back of the head.

He opened his eyes, worsening the headache for a moment. The first thing he noticed, apart from the pain in the rest of his body, was where he was. Somehow he had ended up in one of the rooms he and his colleagues were assigned to protect. Wait a minute… Who's that? He could vaguely feel someone lying next to him, with their arm draped over him…

Oh Jeeeez! Finally fully conscious, he bolted up, looking at the person lying next to him. It was Pvt. Palmer, who must've gotten knocked out the same way,…by… by an intruder! He pulled out his radio, "I've been attacked! Intruder in building two! All units maximum alert!"

*--.--* "Disregard that order troops," It was an older man, with a rough voice and a light Russian accent. "Identify yourself, soldier."

"P…private Jonathan P. B..Bennet, Colonel Adamska sir, of Adder platoon."

*--.--* "Explain yourself Bennet. What happened? Why are you ordering my men into an alert!?"

" I was knocked out, Colonel sir, along with Pvt. Palmer of the same platoon. Colonel sir, someone got inside!"

*--.--* " Alright soldier, but we do this my way." The man on the radio contacted all the radios in the vicinity. *--.--* "All units, we have an intruder in the area! Commence maximum alert. Alarms are only to be activated if the enemy is sighted! Over."

3 minutes ago…

Pvt. Bennet was walking through the familiar hallways of the compound, on his way to prison duty after being reassigned in the hopes he would avoid further contact with the intruder. According to regulation, he changed his uniform to standard prison guard attire, putting on a blue armband and a beret of the same color.

"Damn Hauser. It almost isn't worth cleaning the toilets for this…"

After bringing Pvt. Palmer to the med room, Bennet decided it'd be in his best interests if he got his ass out of the line of fire. So he asked his superior officer if he could take over prison shift. Naturally Lt. Hauser agreed, but only if Bennet agreed to take toilet duty for three weeks.

He finally made it outside the compound. He continued muttering to himself, "I mean really, how bad could this intruder really be, he just got the best of me because I wasn't prepared… Next time I meet him, I swear I'll thrash'm."

At the fork in the path, he stopped for a moment, trying to remember the route. Which way did Hauser say it was again? Second path, Left, right, left, ri..no left, left? Yeah..yeah that was it. He proceeded into the trail.

Walking through the jungle was a little humid, but quite peaceful for Bennet. He listened to the chirping of exotic birds, the clicking of various insects, and the occasional snap of a stick behind his back… Wait. Snapping sticks? Bennet turned around and saw… nothing. Quickening his pace, he intended to avoid any unnecessary action.

Snake had been tailing the soldier for about an hour when they finally emerged from the foliage into the sight of the prison. It was a simple construction. It had one door, four walls and a roof, but that was about it. Another soldier was posted in front of the entrance. Snake crept closer to the entrance, careful to stay in the bushes. The first guard walked up to the other and Snake could barely make out what they were saying.

"Any news on the intruder?" The first asked in Arabic with a distinctly American accent.

"They found four others so-far, all of them knocked out, sleeping like logs." The other answered.

"Shit, what is this guy? A one man army."

"Akram thinks he may be here for Nelson, something about a bounty on his head back home."

"Y'know what I think?" The American said.

"Yeah you can't think, 'cause you don't know shit." The other guard broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Hah hah, real funny, Sajid. I think that this guy's here to put a stop to the new project they got goin' down in R & D."

The other guard started walking away, still laughing " Hah! You wanna know what I know? You're crazy. See you at the end of your shift. Tonight, we party!"

After the other guard left the first one kept mumbling to himself, "They'll see. If we don't do something, this place is gonna go down fast, and I better be ready to do something, or leave." (Preferably the latter.)

Snake stepped toward the guard, preparing to take him down, but a snapping branch stopped him in his tracks. Shit. The guard heard and looked in his direction.

"Huh?" the guard blinked, "Holy shit! Not you again!" Snake rushed the guard before he had a chance to raise his rifle. First he struck him in the stomach, followed by a punch in the back, and finally a strike in the head to incapacitate him.

Snake entered the prison, and into a perplexing site. There was nothing but walls to his left, right, and front. There was no prison door at all. Closer inspection of the front wall revealed a vent too small to crawl through. Snake walked over to the vent, his footsteps echoing in the empty room.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice said from behind the wall. An old man crouched down on the other side of the vent. "Ah, I wondered when I'd be seeing your face again, Snake. If memory serves, the last time we crossed paths, we were in a very similar situation." The old man had a mustache, balding, with hair that was comparable only to Einstein's.

"Dr. Madnar? Where's Marv?"

"Oh Marv? He was moved from here to the tower in building two days ago… It's not far, only a few kilometers north of here."

"Damn!.. So Marv's in the tower?"

"The thirtieth floor as a matter of fact. They've had me here for weeks, can you guess why they haven't killed me yet, Snake?"

"You must still be needed… and that would mean that…"

"Yes. They've been forcing me to work on that infernal machine. I wish I had never gotten the plans from Dr. Emmerich in the first place.

"They were so desperate for a Metal Gear that they even salvaged the wreckage from the first model. They've been copying that for mass production before I even got here. Fortunately, from what I hear they've all been failures. To be frank, I'm not even sure my TX-55 would've operated properly to begin with.

"I tried to delay Metal Gear D.'s completion as long as possible, but the testing phase has already been completed. This new, improved version is by far the superior model. And you'll never guess why they've been raiding the nuclear disposal sites of nearby countries."

"No… Metal Gear has nuclear capabilities?"

"Precisely… They've been salvaging the nuclear warheads so they don't have to produce any of their own. Zanzibar Land now has the largest cache of nuclear armament in the world aside from your United States and Russia, and now they have their sights set on OILIX, the miracle invention of the twentieth century. Perhaps you already know who's behind this as well?"

"But… but Big Boss is dead! I saw him die myself."

"No, he survived, and with OILIX and Metal Gear D. both in the clutches of that madman, he plots to dominate the world. Which is why we can't let him OILIX. Science is meant to preserve life, not to destroy it! Marv's will is strong, but his body is weak, if you are to save him then you must take action swiftly. I don't know how long he can withstand their torture."

"If their using drugs on him, he won't last long."

"Marv and I are both carrying microtransmitters inside fake tooth crowns. They were given to us by a female agent of the STB. If you can contact her, she may be able to help you find Marv. Last time I heard from her, she was posing as one of the guards on the fourth floor of Building one."

"Madnar, stand back, I'm gonna get you outta here."

"Don't waste your effort old friend, the wall separating us is made from high grade anti-armor piercing armor plating, it's better than a missile shelter. Just leave me here and go rescue Marv, Snake."

"Alright, but I'll be back. That's a promise."

"Snake…my daughter... Ellen has just met this wonderful suitor… I'd hate to miss it on account of this…"

"Don't worry, I'll get you home in one piece for your daughter's wedding."

"Thank you,.. Snake. Oh, and if you ever need to contact me, my frequency is 140.82."

"Got it," Snake said, entering the signal into his codec memory.

Snake stood up and walked to the exit. Taking one look back at Dr. Madnar, he left.

Author's Note: For those who have played MGS 3 and are genuinely interested, when I refer to Dr. Emmerich, I am not referring to Hal, I am referring to his father. In MGS3, Granin tells B. Boss that he's sending the Metal Gear blueprints to an American friend, and when he says this the screen focuses on a photo of Granin with his American friend, who looks remarkably similar to Hal. I'm 99% certain that that man is Hal's father.