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 19 The Fox and the Ocelot
1102 Hours, December 24, 1999
Big Boss' voice reverberated inside Frank Jeager's ear as he climbed inside the cabin of a Hind D helicopter. *--.--* "Snake should be at Blood Gulch soon, I want you prepared for interception."
"Yes sir," Grey Fox said, robot-like with little hint of emotion.
*--.--* "Use long range, and hide in the sun so he doesn't see it coming."
"Yes sir," Fox repeated.
Fox's pilot leaned into his radio. "This is Wolf Two," he announced, "Requesting permission for take-off from heliport 11-38."
*--.--* "This is BOP, request granted Wolf Two. Good Hunting."
"Roger that BOP."
The helicopter slowly ascended, the blades of the Hind cutting faster and faster in the air. The familiar sound penetrating Fox's earphones, almost too loud for him think.
Grey Fox relieved his tension by pulling out his machete. It gleamed in the sun, shining to an astounding sheen considering all the cleaving it has done while it's been in his ownership. Grey Fox polished the blade, distracting himself from the issues at hand. Life was so much simpler when he was 'Perfect Soldier'. He almost missed the precision that he fought with as a child soldier. Although Big Boss couldn't tell, Grey Fox could feel the slowness, the dulled reaction speed he now had when compared to his emotionless self.
I am aware of your previous relationship with him. Regardless of the debt he believes you owe him, you need to follow my orders to the letter. I need you to fight him… to kill him. That was what Big Boss had said.
Fox sometimes wondered if Big Boss' orders were justifiable. He wondered if his orders were always the best course of action, especially if his orders involved taking a life. In the years since Big Boss had rescued him from Gene's control, Big Boss had changed a lot. He used to care a lot more about the common soldier. Yet, considering the criminals he hired to get the job done, it was no wonder he changed.
Fox always knew men died, better than most people. Death was just the nature of living things, but it used to be easier when he didn't have to feel the pain. As of late he couldn't perform to his usual standards. He had killed two scientists in Rhodesia, only to adopt their child when he couldn't bear the guilt of killing her too.
So was it Big Boss who had gotten harder, or Fox himself who had gotten softer? Fox could no longer tell, nor did he truly wish to find out. Despite his conflictions over orders to kill Snake, Fox knew it was his duty to comply with Big Boss' orders, not only because of the chain of command but because of a more personal connection as well.
Big Boss was the closest thing he had to a father, and it was Fox's unwavering sense of moral duty that kept him from abandoning his commander. As for Snake, He would do whatever he was asked to for Big Boss, no matter the cost. Yes Fox was uncomfortable with the idea of killing him, but a good soldier never let that get in the way of his orders.
His resolve reinforced, Grey Fox watched as the helicopter sped toward the bridge over Blood Gulch, waiting for Snake's appearance and the best time to strike.
Ocelot was ready. No he was more than ready, he was excited to begin. Torture was a pastime for him, where he relished every twinge, every groan of agony from the victim, and in the end all the pain even earns him information, which is very valuable when offered to the right bidder.
It was the fact that anyone would pay for the right information that made Ocelot's specialty perfect. He could break down his victims to within an inch of their life, and when they broke, he'd make a profit.
Ocelot was now in the Basement of building three, which also housed the Metal Gear which would very soon be the trump card for Big Boss' bid on the globe.
He walked from a hallway into a small torture room with a large revolving bed. Ocelot walked over to a console, powering up the bed's electrical nodes and raising the bed in preparation for Marv.
Behind Ocelot was a large glass window, which allowed Ocelot to clearly see the prisoner's cell. He preferred for his victims to watch as he prepared for their torture sessions. It made them nervous and just a little easier to crack. Marv was in the prisoner's cell now, and compared to other prisoners he looked easy, like a twig that would snap swiftly when pressure was properly applied.
Two guards waited at the entrance to the prison, and Ocelot nodded to them, gesturing for them to go and retrieve his prisoner.
They dragged Dr. Marv in, hoisting him onto the bed and securing the restraints.
Ocelot spoke Czech. He wasn't very good, but he was sure that Marv would get the point when the sparks started. He walked over to the scientist, "Hello Dr. Marv. Before we begin I need to be sure you're not willing to cooperate. Where have you hidden the Oilix formula?"
Though scared, Marv tried to be brave, "Go to hell! I won't tell an osel díra!"
"Very well… Now comes the fun part, doctor." He walked back over to the computer, pressing a few buttons, which raised the platform so that Marv was hanging from the restraints. Ocelot continued, "Resist all you like, but when the pain becomes too great to bear, just give up and your suffering will end."
Ocelot pulled out his revolver, spinning it on his finger as if he were anxious to begin. "I'm going to run a high voltage electric current through your body, if it's just for a short time, it won't kill you. It's all over when the electrical current reaches 100,000 volts. Your body won't be able to survive the torture. Human endurance can only handle so much. In this game there are no continues my friend."
He paused for a moment, pressing the enter key on the computer, and the electrical nodes on the bed started to hum and spark. Sweat ran down Marv's face.
"Startin' to feel a little scared? Good. You should be… Did you know that it was the French who first thought of using electrical shocks as a form of torture? The greatest torture invented in my opinion. The electricity prevents the victim from passing out, so they can experience every volt… Not only that, but the electricity disrupts a victim's control over their body. They can't scream as long as it passed through their body… I've got some bad news for you, you're no POW. You're a hostage, there's no Geneva Convention. No one is coming to save you."
The droning sound of the electrical nodes was now at it's loudest, and the node sparks shocked Marv's fingers, terrifying him and numbing his hand. "Okay… Let's get started."
He held the enter key, 50,000 volts passing through Marv's boy for a duration of five seconds. "What is the OILIX formula? Where did you hide it?", Marv shuddered in pain, blood flowed from his lip where he bit it from the muscle spasms. "Still not talking, eh?"
Once again he started the process, this time upping the length of time to seven long seconds. Marv's screams echoed in the small room, and Ocelot savored every note. "Do you know where it is?.. Did your bodyguard hide it?" Marv was drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his face.
"I've fought wars in Afghanistan, Mozambique, Eritrea, and Chad. Among the Mujahadeen Guerrillas, I was known and feared as 'Shalashaska'. I was trained by the Russian GRU, I'm not like one of those KGB slugs. To me this isn't torture… it's a sport…" He raised the voltage to 65,000. "Well, shall we resume?" Pressing the enter key, Marv was acutely aware of the pain, burning and searing. It was as if his very flesh was on fire, every nerve in his body screaming for relief. When the electricity stopped, Marv heaved in pain, his body stinging, almost like a salted wound.
"You're stronger than I thought, Marv," He raised the duration once more, adding three seconds for a grand total of ten. "Had enough yet? Oh we're not finished yet." The process began once more. Marv couldn't take much more. His spine felt as if it were being poked by white hot needles, and his body convulsed to the point where his arms felt as they were being ripped out of their sockets. When ten seconds passed, Marv screamed, so loud that it even took Ocelot by surprise, "NO! No, no more! I beg of you…"
"Well, now we're getting somewhere. You know your options… Where is the Oilix formula?"
Marv looked down in defeat, "I – I can't… I couldn't te-"
"Well then, let's give it another go, shall we?"
Marv's screams continued… No matter what he said, unless he gave in, Ocelot would keep it up. Marv knew it wouldn't stop...
Grey Fox had been waiting, watching the bridge from Wolf Two for nearly a half hour before seeing anything.
It was the call from his sentries that brought his attention to Snake, "Grey Fox, sir."
"What is it, soldier?"
"I've spotted the enemy. He's at the sewer maintenance entrance, sir. He's navigating through the minefield as we speak."
Grey Fox looked at the described location, and sure enough there Snake was, now making his way to the bridge with another soldier and Dr. Marv.
Grey Fox took control of the missile firing system, taking aim at the bridge as one of the trio made their way across the bridge. When the cross-hairs lined up with the figure now negotiating the bridge, Grey Fox fired…
Author's Note: Whew! That was fun. I was thinking it was about time a feature another chap. With Grey Fox, and this is the result. I tried to do my best to show the kind of internal conflict he would have about facing a friend turned adversary. How'd it turn out?
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