"David?"
"Im still not used to you calling me that.." David turns his head, the beer felt cold in his hands "Hal.."
Hal Emmerich fixed his glasses and sat down "Y-Yeah, I get what you mean"
With the remaining time in his life, David decided to live in seclusion by buying a cabin overlooking a beach at an undisclosed location. Yet despite that he gets constant calls and visits from organizations and people he knew like Hal, Campbell and even Meryl, all having assignments they wanted him to finish and all were rejected with the same reason.
"I'm retired"
Hal reassured him "That's not what I wanted to talk to you about.."
David muted the Television and faced him "Then what?"
"I've been poking around, you know, my usual stuff"
"And?"
"They have something big planned, they called it 'Project 1'"
"How much do you know?"
"I dont know, all I got was an email with that name."
"Beats me."
"David.."
"Still not used to you calling me that.. anyway, you know this doesn't concern me anymore. Im a retired man, a civilian."
"What if they decided to revive the Metal Gears? What if the nanomachines the patriots used, we're exploited by someone else? What if cyborgs like Raiden would be the 'next trend' in warfare?"
David took a sip of his beer. "My days are over.."
Hal smiled, he knew that even he couldn't convince him, and looked out the window where sunny was playing in the beach.
"Glad to see you quit smoking now.. but I think you're turning into an alcoholic"
"Yeah well.." Snake turned the volume back on. "It helps me sleep at night... keeps the dreams at bay.."
"PTSD?"
"No.. For some reason, I keep having dreams where I'm some guy with blades for arms fighting different monsters!"
"Guy Savage?"
David's eyes widened "What?!"
"a mini game back in the day.."
Hal stood up and grabbed himself a beer in the fridge. "Well anyway, me and sunny will head out tomorrow. We'll just bunk up here in the mean time"
"So.. hows Raiden?"
The two spent the afternoon catching up and soon it was midnight.
Snake woke up, cold sweat dripped from his skin. He quickly shook his head "Fucking Guy Savage.."
A creak outside his bedroom door caught his attention and David quickly reached for his customized 1911 pistol.
"Otacon?" David slowly opened the door.
As he walked slowly in the hallway, David kept calling Sunny and Hal. "Otacon?"
He opened the door to the guest room and saw the two sleeping, Snake lowered his gun. "Must've been a rat or something..".
His relief soon disappeared when he saw tranquilizer shots sticking out from each body's neck.
"So you're the legendary solid snake.."
David quickly turned around but he was shot with the same needle. "That was easy.."
With his consciousness fading, David hears the man speak.
"Guys.. this is sam. I got hi-"
David wakes up. His cell was three walls of white and a glass side.
"Good afternoon Snake." a voice from the other side of the glass speaks to him.
David kept his silence, trying to make sense of the figure that was pacing near the glass.
"You are really lucky Snake." The figure leaned on the glass. "You're about to be part of history.."
"Werent you the same people who labeled me a terrorist?" David scoffed "Some history.."
"You should be honored! You will be a part of our new program... You would not only have saved the present, but also the future and beyond that as well!"
"What do you have in mind?"
"You see Snake.." The figure began pacing again"..We realized that clones, though the skill could be duplicated, have a tendency to deter from the job we want them to do. So this time, we realized why not cryogenically freeze you keep the whole body for ourselves?"
"That stupid. I wont do what you say now, what makes you think that I'll do it in the future?"
"We'll figure it out someday" The figure sounds sure."In the meantime, you wont be going anywhere.."
David heard footsteps and then the room was silent. The soldier searched the room and found it was solid.
"Can't escape.." David grumbled.
Sitting in a corner, stuck in a cell, waiting. This would be the Legendary Solid Snake's last moments.