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 11 Taking on the Hind
0812 Hours, December 24, 1999
Snake lay on the ground, a few yards away from the trail to building two, passed out. Minutes passed, and snake stirred, his eyes opened. Getting up, Snake slipped the bandana back on. Stumbling back onto the trail, he continued following the path.
A few minutes of walking passed, then Snake heard a droning noise, an engine, coming from behind. He hid in the bushes, and a truck rolled by with seven or eight men inside, everyone onboard was armed. The truck sped away quickly, and Snake climbed out of the bushes.
As Snake walked on, his surroundings changed. The trees passed, and the grass thinned, until there was nothing but sand. It was unusual how quickly the landscape changed. Snake sighted a small supply depot, seven or eight trucks were parked inside, with a small building to the left, presumably filled with various arms and ammunition.
As snake walked over the sand, he noticed a small sound. The sand rung, most similar to a deep low humming, with every step. What the Hell? Snake thought. Whatever it was Snake was going to have a hard time getting inside the compound without getting caught.
Kneeling, Snake dialed Holly's codec number, and turned the knob to 'SEND'.
"Holly, what's with this sand?"
*140.15* "Sand? Oh, that sand! Big Boss had that imported from Okinawa, in Japan. It's called Singing Sand, and he's had it placed around a few of the more lightly guarded areas lately. He had the land around cleared so they could see better, that's why the land has emptied of trees. Be careful, the sound from that sand travels farther than you realize, about a radius of ten feet, or so."
"Thanks Holly."
*140.15* "Good luck, Snake. Bye."
Snake could see three guards patrolling the trucks within on his radar. Snake had an idea. He would use a distraction, and go from there. Looking around, Snake picked up a rock. Hurling it over the fence, it landed near the other side of the fence, making a fairly loud droning ring. All of the guards noticed, and headed towards the sound.
Vaulting over the fence, Snake made the same noise, only too quick for the sentries to hear. He snuck over to the small building, the sand below him humming quietly. Opening the door, he entered a ten by ten room with a weapons rack, boxes filled with ammunition, and some very interesting magazines. Ooh. Snake looked through the stack, seeing titles like 'PlayStation', 'Gameinformer', and 'Gamepro', but then it got really interesting. Near the bottom were publications filled with girly photos. Snake saw that the articles were in English, but something told him that wouldn't matter to the guards. He took a few of the magazines and moved on to the guns.
Snake picked up an M4, weighing it in his hands. He put it down, picking up the next one, an Uzi just like the guards used. Weighing it in his hands it felt good and he kept it, tightening the strap and putting it over his shoulder. He found grenades, and even a stinger missile launcher. Next time, he thought patting the launcher lightly, like a dog that couldn't go for its walk. Snake had looked through everything, so he checked to see where the guards were. They had resumed their patrols, but Snake had another idea.
Hiding behind a nearby truck, Snake placed one of the books on the ground, open to what was, in his opinion, one of the best spreads in the mag. He shifted the singing sand with his hand, making a sound loud enough for the closest of the guards to notice. "Huh? What was that?" Snake hid under the truck, shifting the sand as little as possible so as not to get caught.
The guard walked leisurely over, feeling safe and certain that nothing painful was about to happen. He spotted the magazine, gasped in excitement, and kneeled over to have a closer look at the magazine. With the guard totally captivated with his 'work', it was easy for Snake to slip in from behind, and wrap his arm around the sentry's neck, cutting off his air supply. But the guard wasn't as stupid as he looked. Moving his feet as fast as he could, the sand made a racket that could wake the dead. Shit! Snake barely had enough time to scramble under another truck nearby, before the guards came to the source of the disturbance, with their backs conveniently facing away from the agent.
"What the hell? What happened to Nelson?" The one who spoke bent down to check his pulse, visibly relieved when he found it still going. "Ooh." Evidently, he had also seen the magazine.
"We'd better report this," the other guard said as he reached for his radio, "Sentry 2193 to base…"
*--:--* "This is BOP, what's the situation, 2193. Over."
"We've evidence that suggests an intruder in the area. 1431's been blanked."
*--:--* "Roger. Sending support your way. ETA, five minutes. Over."
By this time Snake had snuck directly behind the guard finishing the transmission with his berretta out, ready for a short fight. Wrapping both arms around second guard's head, Snake jerked both arms sideways snapping his spinal chord in an instant. The other guard noticed, but Snake had his gun trained on the remaining guard already. He pulled the trigger, a bullet piercing the man's heart.
With the guards taken care of, Snake had only to climb over the fence once more to resume his way to building two. Snake looked ahead, a silhouette far off in the distance caught his attention, a closer look revealed it was a helicopter. A Hind D to be exact…
Eight minutes earlier…
Inside the cockpit of an Mi 25 Russian attack helicopter, Lt. Hils, the pilot of the hulking rotorcraft leaned into his radio. "This is Raven One," he announced. "Position is two point five clicks northwest of building 2 jungle storage depot."
*--:--* "Ten-four, Raven One. We need a situation report."
"I've no sign of any intruder. Are you certain I'm headed the right direction? Can you confirm?"
*--:--* "Your coordinates are on the mark. Follow the way, and it's our best bet to finding that bastard."
"Any luck with Wolf two?"
*--:--* " I'm afraid not. Just keep going, you'll get 'em eventually."
"Roger, I'll keep looking." Lt. Hils saw something, a silhouette of a man down below, "Wait, I see someone, give me a moment and I'll get back to you once I've checked it out."
Passing over, Lt. Hils saw that it was only a comrade, dirty and waving his arms around as if Hils hadn't already noticed him. Maybe this guy had a run-in with the intruder, Hils hoped. Hovering to ground level, the stranded soldier climbed in, placing on one of the microphones. "Thanks, I've been lost out there for an hour." The soldier said, as Hils began ascending above the trees.
Hils turned to look at the guard, "Bennet! What are you doing here! No! no way, get out!"
"Relax, relax. I just need a lift. I was going to take the prison shift at 0700, but I caught the intruder. Six or seven of his buddies tried to jump me! After I beat them back, they finally forced me to retreat when they were smart enough to bring out the machine gun. I'm lucky I got out of their alive!"
"Just shut up! It's gonna take all my concentration to pretend you don't exist."
The radio beeped, warning an incoming signal *--:--* "This is ZAC, (Zanzibar Air-traffic Control) a disturbance has been reported in the vicinity of ordnance storage depot ZL-3, check it out."
"Message received," the pilot spoke into the radio, "altering direction to conform to orders."
They had flown for another five minutes before Hils even saw anything remotely interesting. "Wait, what is that?" he asked out loud.
"What?" Bennet leaned, looking for what Hils was looking at, "Wait, is that him? Oh hell no! Not him again! Tell me we're not goin' after him! Hell NO!"
"Quit you're bitching, Bennet and help me end this bastard. Man the machinegun!"
Fwoosh! A missile went, headed straight for their adversary. "Aaaaahhh!" Bennet yelled, as he let loose with a hail of fire toward the very same target.
Fire and smoke followed the missile as it came straight at Snake. A gun barrel flashed dozens of times, quickly in succession, and bullets pattered the ground. Snake did the natural thing, he ran. BOOOM! The missile went off. Snake was blown head-over-heels, mini-shrapnel peppering his uniform. Had Snake left only moments later, he'd have been obliterated.
the rotors sounded as the Hind flew overhead. Snake got to his feet as the Hind circled around for another pass. This time, two missiles were headed in Snake's direction. Pulling out the Uzi, Snake fired, blowing up both missiles, and Snake dove to avoid more machinegun fire. Once more, The Hind circled, this time letting loose with the remainder of its missile cache, five missiles in total. Snake fired blowing up the first and second missile. He jumped, running up the missiles' shaft, pulling out a grenade. Leaping off the very end of the last missile, Snake pulled the pin, putting all of his momentum into the grenade. It flew as if with purpose, straight through the window and into the cockpit.
BOOOOM! The Hind began a death spiral, taking several seconds to strike the ground. An explosion followed, like a bar of lightning, followed by the ever-faithful crack of thunder. Smoke billowed endlessly from the wreckage.
As Snake approached, he saw one survivor, crawling from the scrap heap…
Fifteen seconds earlier…
Bennet felt powerful, pulling the trigger of a machinegun, an endless stream of bullets issuing from the barrel, while Hils rounded for the final pass over. Five missiles sped out from under the mid-mount wings.
"What the hell! That's not human!" Hils watched in horror as the intruder ran up, following the missiles. A grenade flew from his hands … Straight into Hils' cockpit.
Hils grabbed the grenade tossing it from hand to hand, like hot potato. "NO! NO, No, Oh Shit! I'm too young to die!... Oh Fu-" KABOOOSH!
Explosions rocked the Hind, now spinning in a loop it would continue until the crash landing. Bennet was thrown around and around the hull, then THUD as the helicopter crashed, and a sickening crack, which Bennet barely registered as his wrist.
Crawling from the wreckage, Bennet only hoped he could get out of there before the intruder saw he was still alive…
Author's Note: Well, admittedly it took longer than I'd have liked, but this has to be my favorite chapter so far, apart from HALO. Now I know what you're thinking, 'No way in hell that Snake could've pulled that thing with the missiles off' But he does the very same thing in Twin Snakes for those who haven't played it. Besides, it's what makes Snake THE Snake, and it's the very same thing that makes James Bond THE 007, especially if you've seen him in Tomorrow Never Dies.
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