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 29 Red Sun

Two points of light appeared in Snake's peripheral vision, the headlights of a supply truck coming from the tunnel roadway.

A voice over the intercom announced as the truck approached, "Five minutes to nuclear detonation. Five minutes to nuclear detonation. Advise: evacuate as soon as possible. Minimum safe distance from reactor explosion is estimated at three-point-five kilometers."

The truck braked, skidding to a stop only a meter away. "Snake!" a familiar voice hollered. Snake still couldn't break his gaze from the cadaver of his old CO. Holly stepped out of the back of the armored truck, running over to Snake and attempting to shake him back to reality. "Snake. We've got to get out of here!"

The voices of soldiers echoed from inside the adjacent hangar, "This way! The Commander is this way!"

"Damn it, Snake! We need to go!" She shook him again, eliciting the same result. She held up her Desert Eagle pistol, shooting a round into the ceiling as she shouted "Freeze!" miraculously rousing Snake from his paralysis.

Snake jumped, "Holly?!"

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I scare you?!" She said with exaggerated concern, all the while soldier's poured in from Metal Gear's hangar, letting loose a hail of bullets as the entered.

"Holly, we gotta go!"

"That's what I've been saying all along!" She pointed out as they ran to the truck, the duo climbing inside and neglecting to shut the doors.

"You guys comfy back there?" Bennet asked from the driver's seat, Dr. Madnar sitting shotgun beside him.

Bullets bombarded the chassis of the supply truck, and Bennet pressed the pedal to the floor. The truck roared, barreling up the tunnel incline. Snake let out a sigh of relief, "Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, but why are you here, Holly? You're not exactly a field agent."

"Don't you remember? You said it yourself, 'Stay alive and we'd again when this mission was over.'"

"So I did." Snake conceded.

Holly was wearing an enemy uniform. Evidently she had spent the majority of the mission in disguise, and she looked increasingly uncomfortable in the uniform which was obviously a male's. "Ugh! This uniform is tight in all the wrong places…" She unzipped the military flak jacket, wearing a dirty white t-shirt underneath. "Ahh… much better. Hey, I've got something for you… we're not out of the woods yet." She rifled through one of the crates, pulling out an M16A4 and several magazines. "Consider it an early Christmas gift." She passed him the gun and asked, "So it's all over now. Right, Snake?"

"No… I still have one more job to do," A grim look spreading across Snake's face.

"No way! You can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious, Holly."

"Snake… no, you can't …"

"Heh heh heh… You want me to call you a cab?"

"That wasn't funny, Snake!"

"I really had you going there didn't I? Now we're even."

"What did I ever do to you?"

"That little 'freeze!' stunt you pulled back in the garage."

"Men!" She huffed, indignant and irritated.

But Snake wasn't listening. He was fiddling with the codec, changing the frequency to *140.00* and turning the dial to 'SEND'. "This is Snake. Come in Charlie. Do you read me?"

A deep Texas voice answered on the other side, with the chopping blades of a helicopter in the background. *140.00* "This is Charlie. Reading you loud and clear from this end. Go ahead."

"I've got the formula. I'm ready to return to Base of operations. Making my way to the rendezvous point by truck now."

*140.00* "Roger that. I'll be there ASAP. Any passengers, Snake?"

"Dr. Madnar, a woman, and a soldier."

*140.00* "A woman? What's she like?"

"Blonde with pretty eyes, a cute butt and a gun." In the darkness Snake could almost see Holly smile, pleased with herself, during the conversation.

*140.00* "Sounds like your kind'a woman… Alright, the coordinates to the rendezvous point are thirty-four degrees, twenty-three minutes North and sixty-eight degrees, thirty-two minutes East. Estimated Time of Arrival seven minutes."

"Got it."

In the darkness of the tunnel, it was easy to spot the glow of hostile headlights as thy sped toward the surface. "We've got company." Snake warned Bennet and Marv, as he shut one of the armored doors, using it as cover.

Over the echo of the engines within the confined space, the muzzle flash of the soldiers' rifles let Snake know that they were firing on him and his group.

Snake and Holly fired back, and from the relative safety of the driver's seat Snake heard Bennet yell. "Hey! I can see a light up ahead. We're almost there! Hang on everyone." Bennet floored it. Yet the enemy vehicles were catching up. They slammed their bumper into the truck, jolting it and knocking Snake back. He regained his balance, leaning against the door and pulling the trigger, his gun trained on the jeep's driver.

Once, twice, three times his bullets penetrated the soldier, who slumped over by the second hit, blood seeping through his uniform. His head hit the steering wheel, setting off the horn as the jeep fell behind, forcing the other vehicles to drive around to avoid a crash.

The tunnel began to flood with light and fresh air from the surface. Seconds later the truck burst from the tunnel underground onto a black dirt road in the middle of the jungle. Finally, Snake could see his adversaries clearly without relying on muzzle flash, and he opened fire with extreme prejudice. Snake yelled to his driver, "Bennet!"

"Yeah?" he yelled back over the Ratta tatta tatta of the M16.

"Take the truck about five kilometers northeast there's a nearby there for our extraction point."

"Yeah, you got it, Snake. How long?"

"ETA five minutes! Now shut up and drive!" Snake barked, letting off another volley of rounds at his intended targets. The truck bucked and jolted over the uneven roads, making aiming difficult and a kill-shot a near impossible feat. Finally, after pumping a full magazine into the nearest pursuing truck, the vehicle burst into flame. The driver screamed in panic, his vision obstructed so much that he drove off the road colliding with a nearby tree, shredding the metal to scrap and wood to chips.

Five more jeeps followed from behind, lead raining from their rifles. Snake returned the favor, spraying the nearest truck with rounds. From behind he heard Holly say, "Snake, move over."

"Why-" Snake began to ask but quickly complied when he saw what Holly was holding. She swung an RPG through the door gap, leveling it at the nearest enemy vehicle and pressured the trigger, releasing the missile. It sped unbiased toward it's target, disintegrating the jeep as it made contact with the hood. 'KABOOOM!' The force of the explosion launched the jeep end over end, gasoline igniting with the rocket propellant, leaving nothing but a burning husk along the side of the road.

From inside the cargo, Snake could see the forest clearing. The car chase had entered an empty field, filled with nothing but wild grass. The truck tore through the soil, earth flying into the windshields of their pursuers. "Snake! We're almost there!" Bennet said.

Snake took cover from behind the door to reload, when he heard Holly curse, "Take cover!" She hit the deck, and Snake saw a soldier rise from one of the enemy vehicles, supporting a retaliatory RPG on his shoulder.

"DAMN!" Snake covered Holly, and heard the roar of the missile as it headed for them. The missile must've hit the dirt directly behind them, because instead of destroying the truck, the resulting blast tossed the vehicle over and over.

"SNAAAKE!"

"SNAAAAAAKE!"

When the rolling ceased, Snake came to lying on the inner roof of the truck, the entire vehicle lay on the dirt upside down.

Off in the distance, Snake barely registered the same emotionless voice say, "Warning: base detonation has been commenced. Three minutes to self- destruction. Advise: all personnel are to evacuate to a minimum safe distance of five-point-five kilometers within three minutes."

Snake bolted upright, rubbing the back of his neck from the pain of the crash. He looked over to see Holly, who lay crumpled in the corner.

"Holly?!" She stirred, groaning in pain, "Holly? Are you okay?"

"I-" She squirmed, wincing when she moved her leg even slightly. "Ow!... Snake, I- I think I sprained my ankle."

Snake heard Bennet swear, indicating that he had finally came to, "Shit… That hurt!" A sense of urgency crept into his voice, "Snake!"

"What, Bennet?!"

"Grab a gun 'cause we've got company!"

Snake dragged Holly out from the truck as Bennet retrieved Madnar, the four of them taking cover behind the overturned armored vehicle as three enemy jeeps pulled in, their armed passengers exiting promptly.

Bullets rang against the metal armor, enemy soldiers emptying whole clips of ammo into the side of the overturned supply truck. They were determined to take down Snake and his ragtag group. Snake yelled to Bennet over the gunfire, "Bennet! Are you armed?"

"Yeah." Bennet pulled out a .45 caliber pistol, checking the ammunition and removing the safety.

"Cover the right! I'll take the other side. We can't let them flank our position." Snake readied his M16, pointing the muzzle past the corner of the vehicle and fired, a stream of bullets issuing from the barrel. Several of his rounds penetrated the bodies of his foes, while their comrades ducked behind trees and bushes to avoid Snake's barrage of fire.

Bennet hesitated to fire on his adversaries, and they sensed his weakness, pulling their triggers on his position before he could fire. "Shit!" He cursed, rounds ricocheting off his corner of the truck. He fired three times into the air, then rolled out into the open, surprising two of the soldiers with shots to their chests. The other soldiers retaliated, and Bennet took cover just in time to avoid their retaliation. "What the hell is taking our ride so long?! We're going to be here 'til Christmas!" Bennet fired on the soldiers from behind the truck, reloading another twelve-round clip into the gun. BANG BANG BANG BANG! The bullets left his gun's barrel faster than he could reload.

Snake peppered the enemy with his M16, lead streaming from the muzzle. All of a sudden, a terrifying empty *Ping* clicked from the rifle, "Damn it!" Snake cursed, "Out of ammo! Bennet!"

"Got it!" He tossed Snake his pistol and ammo, and Snake fired. Bennet warned, "Snake!" as soldiers began to encroach upon their right. Snake took aim on the mercenaries, pulling the trigger and sending the soldiers scrambling.

Sprays of bullets pierced Snake's foes, who fell to their knees and died from the bullets which penetrated their vitals. Snake went through three clips before a final *Click.. Click* signaled that he had used the last of his ammunition. "Shit! Where is he!"

The soldiers that had been hiding stood, raising their rifles to train them on Snake. "Damn!"

"Hands in the air, bastards!" one of the soldiers commanded.

Another one of the soldiers pointed to the sky, "Commander! Up there! It's not one of ours!"

"It's the chopper!" Holly exclaimed, "We're saved!"

Snake looked behind to see a Sikorsky helicopter barreling toward them, guns blazing. "Ahhhh!" "Hurgh!" "Ghah!" The rain of bullets tore at the enemy soldiers, who crumpled to the dirt floor, a pink mist settling around their corpses.

"Charlie!" Snake greeted, "Better late than never!"

*140.00* "I ran into a problem gaining entry in Zanzibar Land airspace. I'm proud to say that that problem is now just a pile of smoldering scrap."

A rope ladder was lowered from the passenger bay of the helicopter, and Snake helped Holly up, then climbed on himself. They climbed into the bay just as the rotorcraft ascended, and Snake yelled, "Get our asses out of here ASAP!"

They sped away just in time. As Snake watched, the base erupted into plumes of fire, collapsing in on itself as it was consumed in the flame. A nuclear mushroom cloud sprouted rapidly from the disintegrating base, and grew to the sky.

Snake's gaze was only drawn away from the sight when Holly said, "Think we'll be home in time for Christmas?"

"You'll be home in time for dinner, Holly."

"No, I think you mean we'll be home for dinner, Snake."

"Well then let's go… I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner. I'm sick of these rations."

Snake watched as their helicopter flew west, straight into the warm, glowing sunset, the helicopter flying swiftly over the Mediterranean Sea.

1722 Hours, December 25, 1999 – Arlington National Cemetery

"A Hero, Forever Loyal to the Flames Of War, Rests in Outer Heaven. 193X – 1999"

I am your Father!

Beneath the shadow of a massive tree, Snake stood before the newly erected gravestone of his 'Father', brooding over the prior days events. Snake's helicopter was nearby, it's propellers rotating lazily in preparation for take-off.

Snake, you and I will never have the chance to die peacefully of old age. We are doomed to remain on the battlefield until we die like true dogs of war.

Big Boss was right, no matter how much Snake tried to argue his reasoning. Snake had been forced into Operation F014. But every time Snake thought about it, he kind of wanted Campbell to make him do it. When he fought those soldiers, he felt… alive. It was the only way to describe it. Another thing bugged Snake about what Boss had said, There is no such thing as true victory in our legacy. The loser will be liberated from the clutches of war and the survivor will exist to carry on the fight. It is our destiny. The one who survives will inherit the title of Boss. And the one who inherits the title of Boss will face an existence of endless war.

Charlie yelled from inside the cockpit, "Snake! We need to go!"

He was determined to stray from his father's footsteps, to make his own way in life, away from conflict and politics. "Boss…" He said solemnly, "I promise I won't turn out like you." Just as before, Snake felt nothing but longing for his former mentor. No hatred. No disgust. He felt only a deep sense of loss for the only man who Snake could have ever come close to calling 'Father'.

He entered the passenger bay of the civilian helicopter, and Colonel Campbell waited inside. "Good work Snake." The Colonel said. "You saved the world from a political step backward to a new Cold War… You ever thought about… coming back to the unit?"

"The nightmares are gone, Colonel. I'm a free man, now."

"I see. That's too bad. I have to thank you, Snake. We couldn't have done it without you. Our top code-breakers are working to decipher the OILIX formula as we speak. This is going to do us a world of good."

"What are you going to do now, Snake?"

"Mush."

"What?"

"I'm a Musher. Alaskan dogsled racing. I'm going to go back home, to Twin Lakes. I need to get my dogs ready for the next Iditarod."

"Snake," Campbell said, "The President would like to congratulate you on your success. He wants to award you the title of 'Boss'."

The one who inherits the title of Boss will face an existence of endless war.

"No."

Epilogue

METAL GEAR SOLID: RESURRECTION

*Sound of phone dialing*

Ocelot spoke, "No, no! He's still alive!.."

"-"

"David isn't going to let him go again!"

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"I know, I know. The question is, how do we pull it off?!"

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"He's given him an injection of medical nano-machines. He's completely stable, but they were altered somehow… He's in some sort of coma."

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"I need to find their control source…"

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"No, I'm afraid even filtering the blood wouldn't work. It'd be more likely to kill him."

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"He was my comrade too. I promise, I'll do all I can." *Hangs up*

One month later...

"Good afternoon."

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"Yes, I have the information you require."

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"Yes… Play your cards right, and it could save more than just the company."

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"No, no. Consider it… a gift. Just as long as you propose it to him quickly."

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"I insist, I don't want any of the credit."

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"A copy of the diskettes should arrive in less than thirty-four hours."

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"Certainly, I have an associate who assures me that the senate will approve. He has plenty of politicians in his pocket who will vote for the project to be covered by their black budget."

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"Just follow my enclosed instructions, and I promise you'll walk away from this venture a rich man."

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"No! You never spoke to me, is that understood?"

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"Good, good. Pleasure doing business." *Hangs up*

RING… RING RING… RIN- *Picks up Phone*

"Yes sir, he took the bait just as you said."

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"Yes sir, as you know I managed to recover the data and a Gustav unit before Demyan was destroyed."

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"He was quite tougher than I imagined, but he broke just the same. A copy of the formula is on it's way as we speak…"

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Yes sir. Thank you sir."

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"No, not yet. I am afraid liquid is as of yet too patriotic…"

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"Yes, yes it will only be a matter of time."

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"It'll work, I'm sure of it. Solid Snake has retired indefinitely."

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"Yes, I suppose it is a pitty..."

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"Yes sir, I agree, a contingency plan should be in order, just in case."

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"Right, right. I shall begin preparations… An old colleague of mine, Gurlukovich, he may prove useful."

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"Yes sir, I'll get on it right away. Good-bye... Solidus."

!!METAL GEAR SOLID: RESURRECTION!!

And so, my epic edition to the Metal Gear Saga comes to it's conclusion. You've no idea how much fun i've had working on this project, not only for you all but for myself as well. I'm still looking for feedback on the conclusion to the story.

Four Months of work! WOW! these last few chapters I've had to make quite a few big decisions about what to keep and what to change (Not that i cut out much, but nearly all of it was revised.) This has been a thrill for me to write and receive the feedback i did. Thanks to all my readers, you guys made this venture truly worth-while. Looking back at why i wrote this story, I am very proud of my work. I wrote this to improve my writing style, and i think that it won't be contested when I say that I did just that. I reread the beginning of my fanfic, and although i once had high opinions of it i think now that in a few months i should atleast rewrite the first three - four chapters. I've got a few questons for you; Any concerns regarding my fic left unchecked? Did my fanfic have that same MGS feel? If you have any unresolved questions about it, leave them in the review and i will adress them in a FAQ within the week. Thanks once again for the support.

Know that I plan on a month of R & R, and then I hope to truly begin with "The Exploits of Philanthropy" BTW: You should read on, because the following chapter contains a preview of The Exploits of Philanthropy for interested readers.

And now for my equivalent to credits. It almost isn't worth saying that this story is not entirely my own. It is a modernized rewrite of Metal Gear 2 Solid Snake, originally the brainchild of Hideo Kojima and the original was exclusively released for the MSX. I used utube as the source for all my quotations and fighting action sourced from the MGS series. Thanks to the creators of the Metal Gear Wiki, because whenever i have a question i just go to the wiki and my questions are answered. And finally, a great big collosal thanks to all my readers, who made writing this story a blast and always commented my work.

Sneak Preview: The Exploits of Philanthropy

0632 Hours, December 12, 2007… Four months after the Tanker Incident

Pain… A shooting pain… in the back of his skull… Incessant ringing in his ears… Like a flash-bang, only worse. His seat jolted, and Snake opened his eyes, returning to the present chaos.

He was in a jeep, the engine roared as Nick Myer drove the vehicle over 110 kph, and beside him John Turner was wrestling with another man in the back. Another two jeeps sped in pursuit from behind.

Snake tore the man from John, the soldier punched Snake in the gut, and Snake retaliated with a strike across the head. Snake's attacker fell back over the jeep's tailgate, tumbling into the Nevada dirt.

"Thanks, I owe you one, Snake."

"That's twice I've saved your ass, rookie. Don't let it happen again."

A soldier on the closer of the pursuing jeeps manned a mounted gun. He pulled the trigger, a stream of bullets peppering their getaway vehicle. Snake grabbed his socom, aiming for the soldier's forehead. He pulled the trigger, a non-lethal tranquilizer round exited the barrel and hit its target straight on the forehead. The soldier fell over, passed out.

"Wooh! Head shot! That's what I'm talkin' about!" John praised.

As the enemy jeep closed in from their side, Snake and John leapt into the group, knocking them over. They scrambled to their feet, surrounding the two and ready for a fight. John and Snake stood back to back, surrounded yet confident.

"Just like old times, eh Snake?"

"Last time we were younger," Snake answered.

"There were more last time," John countered.

The guards rushed them, and Snake ducked, John gripped onto the assailant's arm, flipping him over and into the guards facing John. Snake spun, round-house kicking the other soldier in the face, and he fell over, passed out.

The remaining three guards regrouped, with Snake and John at the other end of the jeep, assuming a ready CQC stance. The closest guard lunged for Snake, and Snake stopped his fist, grabbing it tightly and twisting sharply. The soldier fell to his knees, and he passed out after a strategic punch to the back of the head. The final two guards rushed at once. John dove in front of their path, tripping up the soldiers. Snake shot one in the neck, and placed his knee on the throat of the remaining soldier, cutting off his air supply. After several seconds of struggling for breath, the man's body stilled.

Snake got up, dusting off his sneaking suit. Nick drove the jeep as close to his partner's as he dared, and the two jumped back to their original vehicle.

The Nevada desert was wide open, and the air was clear. Snake could see that Hal had landed the helicopter about a kilometer away.

"Snake! Look!" John pointed toward another jeep, "They've got an AT4!"

Their pursuers advanced, and a soldier stood, wielding the explosive rocket round. Raising his rifle, Snake fired on the missile. Half-way to their jeep, the AT4 exploded, a ball of flame accompanied by a crack of thunder. Another missile broke through the haze, and erupted at the side of the jeep. The vehicle lurched, stalled, and proceeded into a death roll.

Snake collided with the dirt, pain surging through his head and spine; his body forced to absorb the brunt of the impact.

"Daammn…" Snake groaned. He looked over to John's prone body next to him. His concern for John ebbed when he heard his partner cuss, "That f***ing hurt! Damn! I never want to do that again!"

But Nick was nowhere to be seen. Snake struggled to his feet, just making it to the smoking heap of scrap that was their jeep. He kneeled beside the driver door, grateful to see Nick struggling with his belt. "Shit, Snake. Remind me to let John drive next time."

"Are you okay? Can you move."

"My leg… I think my leg is broken… Get me out of this deathtrap and I'll crawl to the chopper if I have to."

"That's the spirit," Snake said, pulling out his combat knife and cutting his partner free from the restraints.

Snake managed to pull Nick's body out as the enemy pulled in, their rifles raised and fingers held squarely on the trigger. One of the soldiers approached Snake, who was still dazed in the aftermath of the crash. Snake raised his hands above his head, and the soldier pointed his gun at the mercenarie's head, "Who are you?! Identify yourself! Are you al-Qa'ida? ISU?"

"Philanthropy," Snake answered promptly.

"Ain't you the sons of bitches who sunk that tanker, USS Discovery?"

It was true, Snake was on the ship when it sank, but he had not been the one who sank it. It had been Ocelot and RAY, the very reason Snake was in his current predicament. That cold August night was the closest he had ever been to dying…

One month later…