"Boss, they’re escaping. Should I stop them?" Said the man. A muffled almost inaudible response came from behind the static of the satellite encrypting.

"No I need Snake, and as for the girl, let her live, Cambell cares for her we can use that. My satellite photos shows a squadron of National Guard troops coming to recover Metal Gear and to clean up your mess. ETA two minutes. I suggest you get underground General, and general I suggest you don’t get caught"

The figure put his phone in his trench coat. And headed for a bunker. A few moments later the tundra started to shake, on the horizon black dots begin appearing. The dots soon turned into Chinook helicopters, swirling blizzards of white snow in all directions. They started to hover over the base as their cargo doors opened and troops spilled out of them going in every direction, following a SWAT takedown scenario to the book. The troops  wearing white camouflage parkas and packing FA-MAS rifles started towards the bunkers. Suddenly before they could react, three soldiers fell to the ground simultaneously as three bullets rushed from a colt single action revolver into the soldier’s chests. The attacker wearing a hooded white parka raced across the base toward one of the Chinooks while the troops stayed bullets in the snow just behind him. Two more troops fell in a heap that tried to stop the figure. He reached a helicopter and jumped in from the side cargo bay shutting and locking the door behind him. The pilots realized the person shooting was onboard so quickly one went to lock the door to the cockpit, but before his hand could twist the lock, a bullet went through the metal door into his gut blowing him into the co-pilot and the controls. The helicopter leered left, its nose pointing towards the ground in an uncontrolled dive as the pilots where pressed against the controls. The door flew open and the attacker calmly stood in the middle of the cockpit and reloaded his revolver, with one hand. The co-pilot panicking hit the autopilot for hover and cried into his headset.

"Mayday an unidentified attacker is hijacking Alfa two," a clunk as the first bullet hit home in the revolver. "I repeat mayday," another clunk. "For the love of god…" clunk. The pilot gave up calling for help and started to struggle at his seat belts. The fourth bullet slid in. The pilot freed himself and went to a control panel pulling out a set of keys and started to search through them for the right one to a small locker. Another clunk. The pilot dropped the keys starting to panic. He picked up the keys in his trembling hands and tried a key. It worked! He opened the locker. Inside was a small socom pistol. One final clunk and a click as the gun closed and whiz as the figure spinned the revolver. The pilot grabbed the socom and swung around 180 degrees.

"Freeze Mister" yelled the pilot holding the gun to the attacker’s chest in a waver’s stance. The figure simply laughed. "Put down the gun, I don’t want to shoot." Reported the pilot. The figure lowered his pistol appearing to give up and then fired. The bullet rocketed off the metal floor of the cockpit and into the pilot. The pilot lurched to the ground and dropped the gun.

"I always win a gun fight." Said the figure simply in a coarse Russian accented voice. The shooter removed the bodies from the cockpit and sat down at the controls and started towards the horizon.

The troops below started to shoot at the helicopter realizing it was trying to get away. A couple bullets hit the fuel tank and gas rained form the sky. Two soldiers lifted a large crate out of a Chinook and lifted off the heavy cover, revealing a stinger missile launcher. One pulled out a tripod and nail-gunned it to the ground while the other loaded the launcher. It took three more soldiers to lift the long-range launcher on its tripod. The stolen helicopter was almost out of sight over the frozen sea. They took aim. A brilliant flash of yellow light exploded as the missile left the launcher and rocketed to its target.

Inside the stolen helicopter lights began to flash and a klaxon sounded as the radar systems of the Chinook realized a little to late that something locked on. Since the helicopter was low on fuel form it’s fuel leak there was no time and no gas to react as the missile let off a final afterburner to hit its target. The missile met its target in the rear engine, turning it into a flaming ball of metal and jet fuel hurtling towards the frozen water below. The helicopter hit cockpit first spraying deadly fragments of ice in every direction. The Chinook began to skid along the ice flash boiling the ice underneath the still burning metal. It finally came to rest for a moment until it started to steadily sink into the melting ice.

A few miles away Meryl and Snake where making their getaway on a snow mobile heading for the waiting huey on Fox island. When they heard deafening crash and a flash of light. Snake turned the snow mobile into a skid, reacting by instinct trying to locate the sound. The sideways snow mobile suddenly hit a crevice in the ice and flipped upside down flinging its passengers into the air. They landed hard on the ice. Snake was up within seconds searching for any threat.

"Nice driving, Snake next time I’ll drive." Said Meryl getting up slowly and brushing the snow off her and clutching her bruised side.

"I was protecting us, didn’t you hear that crash?" inquired Snake, still looking around.

"Look there," said Snake pointing in the direction of a giant plume of black smoke. "Looks like somebody needs help."

"But Snake, everyone thinks where dead, if we blow our cover you and me will have to do some explaining and most likely you’ll get the blame." Reminded Meryl.

"Your right but your forgetting Ocelot still around, and where Ocelot is theirs trouble. Snake lifted the snowmobile back up and began searching it for weapons. All he found was a flare gun and a couple catches.

"It’ll have to do." He muttered. Before Snake could get behind the controls, Meryl was already there.

"It’s my turn." She said jokingly. Snake got on the passenger side and they where off towards the big clouds of smoke. A hundred meters before the crash Snake told Meryl to stop.

"I’ll check it out, the snowmobile is too loud." Said snake walking towards the wreck.

A short while later Snake reached the wreck. It was a helicopter, half sinking in the ice with flaming wreckage all around it. Snake only spotted one body, he hurried to it. It was the pilot; Snake felt for a pulse when he heard a crunch like a boot falling through the ice and then all hell broke lose. Puffs of snow shot up all around Snake; he dived for cover behind the sinking copter.

"You’re lucky I never miss, it wasn’t for that Ninja, but the boss fixed him haha." Called Snakes Attacker.

"Ocelot." Snake muttered looking around for revolver.

"Why are you hiding? Don’t you want to settle this?" taunted revolver.

"Settle it? You didn’t want to when you had me strapped to a electric chair." Yelled Snake keeping Ocelot talking.

"I was doing my job. Business before pleasure eh snake?"

Ocelot’s voice was definitely coming from the other side of the helicopter. Snake crouched down looking beneath the wreckage. There he was! Slowly making his way closer to the burning wreck.

"There you are!" Ocelot unleashed a spray of bullets, Snake didn’t think he reacted. He rolled out form behind the helicopter drew the flare gun, took aim and fired. The burning canister of fuel hit Ocelot’s good arm in the shoulder. Revolver dropped his colt and screamed in pain jabbing with his stub at the burning wound. Snake slowly walked over and picked up revolver’s gun and checked the chamber. One bullet left more than enough. Ocelot succeeded in pulling out the flare and collapsed to the ice wincing in pain.

"Where’s the test data for Metal Gear? Where!" Snake said pulling up the revolver to his feet with one hand.

"You beat me in a duel! No one ever beats the revolver," he said unbelieving.

"It must be my lucky day, now where is the data? Tell Me," yelled Snake shaking Ocelot who cried out in pain. Snake had no sorrow for him he had sadistically tortured him and Meryl. Suddenly Ocelot began to smile and let out a crackling laugh.

"Not lucky enough it seems" whispered revolver.

"Huh!?" Snake looked around and seen what Ocelot was talking about in the distance was a squad of snowmobiles closing the distance fast. Snake pulled Ocelot behind the wreckage that was even more sunk into the ice for cover. He hit Ocelot on the head with the butt of the handgun knocking him cold. Snake began to search him for the disk, if it fell into the wrong hands, even the government’s it would be bad. He found a box of armor piercing bullets, a satellite phone. It wasn’t there, Snake muttered "damn". The snowmobiles would arrive soon and he considered what he should do with Ocelot, he couldn’t kill him he needed him to find out what was going on. He opened the box of bullets to reload the gun and was surprised to find the box didn’t have bullets but an optical disk. "Very clever Ocelot." Said Snake to himself. Suddenly sparks flew around him as the snowmobile riders opened fire. One of them rode around to the back of the wreck and met the last bullet from Ocelot’s gun square in the head; between the eyes, as he died his finger stayed on the trigger as it slumped onto the snowmobile and hit the gas tank. It exploded in orange flames. Snake reached for Ocelot’s belt for six more bullets; this was going to be a hard battle to win. More sparks flew and a warm liquid started to pour over Snake. At first he thought he was bleeding, until he realized the helicopters fuel tank was leaking, if the soldiers kept firing, his cover was going to be blown, literally. Two more snowmobiles ventured around the hulk, snake used his remaining bullets on them. Now without bullets snake had no defense, the soldiers on their snowmobiles had the advantage. Snake heard a snowmobile starting another attack this was it. The snowmobile drove in front of Snake, he readied himself to pounce on the driver. But it wasn’t a solider it was Meryl!

"Need a lift?" She asked calmly despite their situation.

"I owe you one!" exclaimed Snake as he jumped on. Meryl revved the engine and they sped away to the waiting helicopter on Fox Island.

"So where to now?" asked Meryl. Snake held up the optical disk containing the Rex test data.
"We’re going to get some answers and finish this once and for all." Answered Snake.

To be continued…


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