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 10 The Man with the Plan
In a dark room, a man sat watching a television screen. The footage it was showing had occurred only moments ago. It was of Snake's latest conflict. Over and over, he watched as Snake plunged the knife into Marathon's chest, "Damn!" the cursed, slamming his fists into the table.
Another man came in. He wore an ammo belt from his left shoulder to his right hip. He had two holsters strapped to his hip, each carrying a six round Colt Single Action Army Revolver, and wore a duster and spurs. His hair was short and gray, with a clean shaven face. Speaking in light Russian, he said, "What do we do, Boss? If he can get to Metal Gea-"
"He won't." Big Boss interrupted, "Shadow hasn't had a fight he couldn't win yet, besides, SKAS will be there to pick up the pieces if he loses this time," He was about seventy, with graying hair like his colleague. His face was no different than any other elderly man, excepting an eye-patch he wore over his right eye.
"I have deleted all the electronic blueprints just the same, save for the diskettes I can carry with me. We need a contingency plan at the very least. I've got a contact in Armste-"
"That won't be necessary, Adam, If all else fails, I can handle him myself."
"Must I remind you, sir, of your loss at his hands four years ago in Outer Heaven!?"
"THAT…was a fluke. Mere chance coupled with bad luck on my part… Never-the-less, you may have a point," Big Boss thought for a moment, "Use the Hind. Hunt him down, take him down, then bring him here so he can witness his mission's failure." Big Boss chose to change subject "Has Frank arrived yet?"
"No, I'm afraid his plane won't be arriving for another forty-five minutes or so."
"Testing phase for the Metal Gear has been completed, He'll miss the show if he takes too long…"
"Sir, shall I take care of Snake myself?"
"No, I want you to find out what Marv's formula is. No matter what I try, it doesn't seem to work, but I'm sure you could get it out of him."
"Yes sir."
Seven minutes later…
Colonel Adamska delivered Big Boss' orders as quickly as possible, bringing them straight to the hanger on his own. He walked inside the large complex, through the large doors meant for vehicle entry. Adamska approached the nearest Hind D, who's pilot was making his routine systems check under the main hub of the 'copter.
"Soldier, how long 'til you can get this bird flying?
"Who want's to kn-" The pilot had slid out from underneath the Hind, and realized who he was talking to, "Co… Colonel Ocelot, Sir! Sorry Sir, my CO's been badgering me about that all day. I… I could have it flying in another half an hour, twenty minutes maybe."
"I want it ready now," Ocelot ordered.
"But Sir, that would require skipping dozens of safety tests. I'd be breaking regulations. I could lose my wings!"
"I AM the regulations, and I SAY fly! We've got an unusually bothersome intruder, and the pest needs to be taken care of."
Author's Note: this was a short chapter, as I intended it to be. Unfortunately, Ocelot won't appear often. Yes, I know he doesn't look like my description but otherwise if Snake sees him in my story, he would recognize him in Metal Gear Solid. Another chapter up!
Up next Chapter 11 Taking on the Hind