Metal Gear (Part 2) (497 hits)
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Submitted by Darth <Smeagol.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2004-06-23 17:17:36 EDT
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Snake: They don't look like marines...
Otacon: With all the ships passing in the harbor, putting uniformed marines on deck would be a bad idea. People could get a clear view from the river too.
Snake: The waterline is too high.
Otacon: According to the navigational planes I found, they should have discharged their cargo upstream.
Snake: A metal gear would weigh down a ship a bit, I'd say.
A flashlight cuts through the fog, passing over the crates directly above Snake's head. Two marines walk by, bundled in olive green ponchos.
"So when does the Commandant give his speech? I'm up to fucking here with patrol duty."
"Tell me about it, nobody is getting on this boat. I think the brass has their heads up their Asses."
"I hear ya, this security is ridiculous. We are in the Hudson River for Christ sake, not Iraq."
Two black helicopters hum past the ship, they bend round a corner past Snake's view.
Otacon: Is that a chopper I just heard?
Snake: Affirmative.
Snake: Pentagon must've gotten the Calvary to swing by for good mea-
Ropes unravel from the helicopter's skids, soldiers sliding down soon after. The guards' heads snap to attention. A rather large man slinks up behind them, his combat knife in hand, and a pistol in the other. Professionally, he slides the blade into a young Marine's side, then upwards into his lungs. Only a gasp escapes his mouth before he drops to the ground. Before the second can even reach for his radio, a pistol is slammed against his temple. More armed men arrive; Snake hears the sound of bodies slapping against the water.
Otacon: What's there game, hijack?
Snake: Otacon, how many men would it take to capture a ship of this size?
Otacon: It's run by computers, I'd say 18 at least though.
Two soldiers are now speaking, the conversation in inaudible but with their guard down Snake raises himself and peers over the crates.
Snake: That's an AKS-74U.
The large man gives a signal to the helicopters; the pilots turn sharp and head inland. Looking at the pale moon, he fixes a furry cap on his head. On it is an unmistakable emblem.
Snake: A red star...
Otacon: Russians? You sure?
Snake: No Marine barber touched that head of hair.
Snake steals a glance at the fleeing helicopters.
Snake: Kasatka.
Otacon: Kasatka Kamov Chopper, right? The "Killer Whale".
Snake: Right. They've secured the deck. Looks like men are moving inside now.
Otacon: Okay Snake, the rules are different now but your objective is the same. Get to those holds and produce photographic evidence of the new Metal Gear Prototype, first head to the bridge. We still need to know this tankers destination.
Snake: I'm on it. Otacon, can you get an I.D. on that man? Judging by his uniform, he seems to be in charge.
Otacon: Already working on it, you just worry about the mission.
Snake: Affirmative.
'Well they made getting in easier' Snake steps over a pool of blood and prowls over to the hatch. Footsteps echo from inside, instinctively he reaches for his holster. It is empty of course, this ship was supposed be guarded by U.S. Marines, not Russian terrorists. He turns the hatch, flinching as it squeaks. A quick glance reveals a single guard, posted at the end of a long hallway. Crouching against a wall to avoid detection, Snake slowly starts to creep towards the unsuspecting man, who is now inspecting his equipment.
'Must be green.' Snake is probably the right; the Russian set down his rifle and is taking off his wet gloves. Capitalizing on the rookie's mistake, Snake lunges, pinning the young soldier face first into the wall. Without hesitation he squeezes the man's airway shut, and begins to turn his neck into positions no man's neck should be turned to. Seconds later a satisfying snap emits, Snake let's the body fall limp to the ground.
Conveniently enough, the soldier had a map in his possession. "Finders keepers" Snake says aloud. Looking over the map, the shortest route to the bridge quickly presents it self. A few hallways, up one stairwell, through a cafeteria and a short flight of steps.
Otacon: Status?
Snake: I will contact you in 15 minutes. I'm going dark, Snake out.
User Reviews
Submitted by Electro (user info) at 2004-06-23 17:56:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for story and picture.
Keep it going.
Submitted by Degreeless_Capibara (user info) at 2004-06-23 17:49:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd rather play the game than read this, but have a +2 for a good story. I love that game...
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2004-06-23 17:31:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
how much of a geek am I for thinking this is badass?