"Snake!!!" shouts the Colonel.

Dying music plays….

Snake dies from smoking a ridiculously rich Cuban cigar…

They diagnose his death, find out he has lung cancer…

There was a carton of cigars in his breast pocket….

All of them had already been used. The words TRUTH appear; they hover over his rotted corpse.

Raiden, pulls out a notepad, begins to write notes about what he's seen, pulls out a plastic bag and latex gloves which he puts on, and puts anything that could possibly be evidence related to death in the plastic bag.

"The Truth was behind another tobacco related murder" said Raiden "They got to Snake this time."

"Damn," says Meryl "anyone but Snake".

"They're getting bolder now, leaving behind signatures, they're becoming more aggressive with their radicalism." said Raiden, "Those were some pretty good cigars Snake kept with him"

"I know Raiden, I know" says Colonel who takes a drag....