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--- Metal Gear Solid 2 : Sons of Liberty - Game Script ---
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Written by : El Greco
Created : April 18, 2004
Version : 2.50
Updated : January 19, 2005
* This script covers the entirety of the main story of Konami's smash-
hit
Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty as well as transcripts of the
Previous Story section of the game. I am confident that all the
dialogue is correct as well as punctuation and so on; if there are any
mistakes found then it would be appreciated if you would take the time
to
report them to me. All that aside, on to the story!
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Contact: elgreco@gmail.com
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--- WHAT'S NEW? (Version History) ----
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I added in some odds and ends here and there in the appendices and in the
previous story sections.
This is the first version of the guide. The entire game script is
completed.
If there will be any more updates I cannot say what they will be, maybe
missed
lines of dialogue and whatnot. As of this moment I am thinking of this as
the
first and final version.
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Backstory
01) Infiltration
02) Hairy armpits and bad Russian accents
03) Possessed arms and weird twists
Miscellaneous Transmissions
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01) Metal Gear - The Outer Heaven Uprising
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The year is 1995. Deep in South Africa, 200km north of Garzburg, Outer
Heaven-
an armed fortress nation, established by the legendary mercenary. He was
feared in combat by both his friends and foes as a hero and a lunatic. The
"Western" nations have found that a weapon of mas destruction capable of
rewritting war history is under development at Outer Heaven. They have
called
upon the high-tech special forces unit FOX-HOUND to take care of the
situation. In response to this order, Big Boss, the commander-in-chief of
FOX-HOUND, sent Gray Fox, the man with the code name "Fox" which is given
to
the best member of the unit "Operation intrude N313"
After a few days, his last message being "Metal Gear..." Gray Fox was
missing
in action. Taking the situation seriously, the top men of the "West" again
called for FOX-HOUND. Big Boss selected Solid Snake, who had recently
joined
FOX-HOUND, as the agent and entrusted everything to him.
With Metal Gear, Outer Heaven was trying to establish its military
superiority
over the entire world. In order to destroy Metal Gear, Snake rescued Metal
Gear's chief engineer Dr. Pettrovich and his daughter, Elen, who was taken
hostage to force her father to continue with his development. Snake hears
from
Dr. Pettrovich how to destroy Metal Gear.
However, as Snake approached the heart of Outer Heaven and Metal Gear, well
designed traps are set all around Snake- as if his actions are being leaked
to the enemy...
Snake tried to escape from Outer Heaven upon completing the mission.
However,
during the escape he was comfronted by one man- FOX-HOUND's commander-in-
chief
Big Boss. Big Boss laughed at the astounded Snake and told him the truth
behind his mission. While serving as commander-in-chief of FOX-HOUND Big
Boss
also ran a mercenary dispatch company utilizing his connections and
capitals
from his own years as a merc. He was planning on to build this company a
larger military establishment, and he built Outer Heaven as its base. His
purpose for sending the rookie Snake was to cause information confusion
amongst the west. However, Big Boss miscalculated. He never thought Solid
Snake would make it this far...
Having lost Metal Gear, Big Boss activated the self-destruct system of the
underground base. While the countdown to destruction continued, his
screamed
echoed in the emptiness
On the 100th floor basement, the battle between the 2 men commenced- free
of
idealogy and politics. The armed fortress nation Outer Heaven collapsed.
The
impenetrabe fortress made from the best military technology and occupied by
the toughest mercenaries burned in flames. Behind him, the flames reached
skyward, as Outer Heaven fell leaving Solid Snake all alone...
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02) Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake - The Zanzibar Land Disturbance
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1999, the world was facing an energy crisis. It was obvious that the
petroleum
would run out faster than what was expected. However, the development of an
alternative energy resource is far from completion. The price of petroleum
has
skyrocketed and the world economy in confusion. The 21st century was
expected
to be one of chaos. One mans invention changed the entire situation. A
Czech
genius and biologist, Dr. Kio Marv, invented OILIX, a microorganism that
refines petroleum to product a highly purified form of petroleum. The world
was filled with hope upon the discovery of this messiah to solve the energy
crisis, but at the same time the world entered a time of tension regarding
this new algae.
Just when the whole worlds attention was drawn to OILIX and Dr. Marv, he
was
abducted by someone and disapeared. Nations begun investigations immediatly
anda name soon appeared...'Zanzibar Land'...
Snake rescued Dr. Pettrovich in co-operation with Natasha, Dr. Marv's guard
and former Czech International Secret Police agent, and then headed for the
confinement facility deep in the fortress to save Dr. Marv. When Pettrovich
and Natasha crossed the narrow suspension bridge over the deep valley, a
missile blew the bridge away. Natasha flew into the air because of the
explosion. While unable to do anything to save Natasha, Snake started
hearing
a well-known voice "Hey Snake, we're good buddies. I can let you go. Just
leave this place at once!" Gray Fox. Snake saw Gray Fox controlling Metal
Gear. The best soldier in FOX-HOUND who, after the fall of Outer Heaven,
disappeared as if he followed BigBoss. Losing Natasha infront of his eyes
and
letting Pettrovich get taken away, Snake screamed "Fox! I will not give
up!"
With the structual plan of Oilix, Snake and Horry escaped from Zanzibar
Land
on a rescue helicopter. Snake once again saved the world. However, there
was
no smile on his face. Big Boss's last words kept ringing in his head
"Whoever
wins, out battle does not end. There loser is freed from the battlefield,
the
winner must remain there and the survivor must live his life as the warrior
until he dies" Snake then disappeared into the whitelands of
Alaska...alone...
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03) Metal Gear Solid - The Shadow Moses Incident
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Several years had passed since the legendary Solid Snake had killed
Big Boss, the greatest soldier in the world, at Zanzibar Land. On
Snake's last mission, he had infiltrated an enemy fortress and put
down a threat posed by Big Boss and his band of rogue soldiers. Snake
also destroyed Metal Gear, a walking bipedal tank, which eliminated
the threat that Big Boss proposed. Following his successful mission
and eerie new innovation that Big Boss was potentially his own father,
Snake retired to Alaska.
Several years later in 2005, while asleep at his home, Snake heard a
noise coming from outside his cabin. Snake quietly made his way to
the window and looked outside. In the darkness, he could see several
heavily armed soldiers advancing on his cabin. Snake got his gun from
a cupboard and was prepared to take out the intruders. However, the
soldiers had Snake surrounded and forced him to surrender. He was
then taken away by the soldiers to an Ohio Class Submarine, the USS
Discovery. Snake was at that time strip searched and confined in a
small room.
After several minutes of waiting in the cold room, the door finally
opened and in walked a man from his past, Roy Campbell. Campbell
informed Snake of the situation they were in. FOXHOUND, Snake's former
unit, along with members of the Next Generation Special Forces unit,
had seized control of a nuclear disposal facility on Shadow Moses
Island. They had taken hostages and demanded the remains of Big Boss,
or else they would launch a nuclear weapon. Snake was reluctant to go
back into battle, but after much persuasion, as well as Campbell
showing him the leader of FOXHOUND, a man known as Liquid Snake who
had the same codename as Solid Snake, he agreed to take the mission.
Snake infiltrated Shadow Moses Island and began his mission. Soon
after the start of the operation, Snake discovered that a new model of
Metal Gear was secretly in development on the base. Also, something
was apparently amidst. Snake attempted to rescue the high profile
hostages on the island, ArmsTech President, Kenneth Baker, and DARPA
Chief, Donald Anderson. However, both times the men died from an
apparent heart attack. Snake then located Metal Gear's chief
engineer, Hal Emmerich. However, Emmerich was being attacked by a
cyborg ninja, who Snake had seen in an earlier battle. Snake and the
Ninja commenced in battle in the labs with Snake managing to defeat
the fearsome opponent. During the battle, the ninja seemed as if he
knew Snake from somewhere. After the battle, the Ninja gave a large
hint as to who he was before running off. Shocked, Snake informed
Campbell that the Ninja was none other than Grey Fox, an old war buddy
of Snake's, and Dr. Naomi Hunter, assistant to Snake's mission,
commented that Dr. Clark, her predecessor, might have had something to
do with it. However, Fox had died back in Zanzibar, Snake's previous
mission, and Clark had died in a lab incident years before. Campbell
said that it was impossible for the ninja to be Grey Fox, but Snake
was convinced. He then returned to the mission and located Emmerich,
who told Snake a bit about Metal Gear and its location in an
Underground Base several miles to the north. Snake also met Roy
Campbell's niece, Meryl Silverburgh, who was stationed at the facility
before its takeover. At this point, Snake began to fall for Meryl,
and Meryl felt the same way about Snake. Meryl gave Snake a PAL card
which could stop Metal Gear's launch by overriding the detonation code
sequence, but there was only one card when three cards were needed.
Meryl and Snake traveled toward Metal Gear's location, but were
separated when Meryl was injured by gunfire from FOXHOUND's sniper,
Sniper Wolf. Meryl was captured and soon Snake himself was captured
and confined as well.
Later on, Naomi managed to get away from Campbell and the others and
contacted Snake. Naomi told Snake that she was actually Frank
Jaeger's (Grey Fox) adopted sister. Snake was shocked at discovering
this. She then confirmed that she had injected Snake with the FoxDie
virus, but it was not her decision, it was part of the mission. Naomi
was then placed back under arrest before she could explain more.
Snake demanded to know what was going on but Campbell was
unresponsive. Snake then continued to Metal Gear's chamber. There he
found the secret to deactivating Metal Gear. Apparently the PAL card
he had acted as all three keys and Snake needed to warm and cool the
keys in order to change them into the desired key. Snake did so and
activated all three keys. However, instead of deactivating Metal
Gear, the walking battle tank was actually activated due to Snake's
actions. It seemed Snake had been set-up all along. He then got a
call from Miller. He told Snake that he had been useful as a pawn and
his purpose was now over. He then revealed himself to be none other
than ... Snake's brother, Liquid Snake. Campbell informed Snake that
Master Miller had been found dead in his home, and that Liquid had
assumed his identity for the mission. Apparently, the DARPA chief had
died prior to Snake contacting him, and the man that Snake tried to
free was actually a terrorist member in disguise who was further
assuring Snake that the only way to disarm Metal Gear was to use the
PAL keys, but he simply wanted Snake to input the keys to activate
Metal Gear. The keys acted as a reversible action. If the code for
the nuclear weapon had been inputted, the keys would disengage Metal
Gear. If the code had not been inputted, it would activate Metal
Gear. Liquid explained how Snake was used to activate Metal Gear for
them, because the terrorists hadn't been able to figure out the launch
code ... so they turned to using Snake. It's also explained that
FoxDie killed the terrorist, not the DARPA chief, which is why he died
when Snake attempted to rescue him after telling him that he had to
disengage Metal Gear.
Snake rushed out of the control room after Liquid and confronted him
in front of Metal Gear. The two talked a bit about Liquid's
intentions, and Snake learned that he was indeed a clone of Big Boss,
his supposed father, and Liquid was the second clone. Snake retained
all of the recessive soldier genes while Liquid had received all of
the dominant ones. However, Liquid believed the reverse, thinking
that he had been the recessive clone. Before Snake could react,
Liquid jumped into Metal Gear's cockpit and activated the monstrous
weapon. To his horror, Snake watched as Metal Gear sprung to life.
Just as in the past, Snake battled Metal Gear.
When Snake came to, he found himself tied up on top of the wreckage of
Metal Gear with Liquid Snake standing in wait in front of him. Liquid
and Snake chatted for a bit. Liquid told him that they didn't have
long before the end. Snake asked if he meant FoxDie, but Liquid told
him that he was referring to a missile attack which the Pentagon had
issued. Snake contacted the Colonel who confirmed Liquid's story.
Campbell told Snake that he would help him out, to repay him for all
the lies. He said he would issue an order to stop the launch which
would disrupt the chain of command and give him time to escape. This
plan would not unfold however, as Campbell was placed under arrest by
the Secretary of Defense, Jim Houseman, who had orchestrated the Metal
Gear project and was trying to cover up the incident. Houseman said
they had a lot of catching up to do and broke contact, but not after
informing Snake that the entire purpose of the mission was for Snake
to spread FoxDie to all of the terrorists to kill them. Then Snake
would die, and the government would steal Metal Gear instead of
destroying it. Metal Gear, having been destroyed, was of little use
to the government now, so they decided to nuke the place to cover up
any evidence of what really happened there.
Liquid then showed Snake a little surprise of his. Behind him, Meryl
was laying unconscious.
Next to her was a small nuclear bomb with a timer. Liquid said she
would be the sacrifice for their final battle. He then untied Snake
and prepared for the fight. Liquid activated the timer and so the
battle begun. Snake and Liquid began a battle, filled with hate for
each other and what they represented. The battle ended with Liquid
being knocked from the top of Metal Gear to his apparent death. Snake
then deactivated the nuke and untied Meryl who was thankfully still
alive. The two conversed a bit before Snake got a call from Otacon.
He said he would stay behind and open a path for the two of them to
escape. Snake thanked him, and he and Meryl descended from Metal Gear
and started off to their escape.
Meryl and Snake jumped into a nearby jeep and rushed toward the exit
of the facility, gunning down any guards along the way. However,
their escape would not go unhindered, as Liquid Snake, who was somehow
still alive, chased after the two. The two rushed toward the exit and
the chase ended with a crash just at the end of the tunnel. Snake and
Meryl were alright, however they were both trapped under the jeep.
Though, the same was not true for Liquid, who stumbled forward, fueled
only by his hate for Snake. Liquid raised his gun and trained its
sights on the two. Before he could fire, Liquid was attacked by the
FoxDie virus and collapsed to the ground dead.
The two freed themselves from underneath the wreckage. The Colonel
contacted Snake and told him the bombing had been called off, as the
Secretary of Defense was acting alone, and the entire incident was his
doing. He then informed him that that there was a snowmobile nearby
which could take them to Fox Island where an evacuation chopper
awaited. Naomi then spoke with Snake, telling him that she didn't
know when or if FoxDie would kill Snake. He would later find out that
Naomi had programmed the virus to strike at a random time. Meryl and
Snake then departed from Shadow Moses and disappeared into the Alaskan
wilderness.
After the operation, Meryl and Snake most likely had a relationship.
Snake was then contacted by Otacon, who survived the Shadow Moses
incident. Otacon told Snake of how Ocelot, the sole terrorist
survivor, had sold Metal Gear's data on the black market and many
countries would now develop their own versions of Metal Gear. Otacon
told Snake that he could make a difference and convinced him to join
him in forming a new group, Philanthropy, an anti-Metal Gear
organization officially recognized by the United Nations. For the
next two years or so, Otacon and Snake destroyed dozens of rogue Metal
Gears, with nothing significant taking place.
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04) Metal Gear Solid 2 - Plot Summary
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-- Tanker Chapter --
In 2007, Otacon got a tip from someone of a new, highly advanced Metal
Gear that was being developed by the Marine Corp. He and Snake
planned a mission to infiltrate a tanker which was carrying the Metal
Gear and take photos of it, and then leak the photos to the press and
bring the black project to light. However, all would not go according
to plan. After Snake made his way aboard the Tanker, the ship was
taken over and hijacked by an unknown group of soldiers. All of the
crew in the upper decks was killed. Snake took a photo of the
apparent leader of the group, a Russian looking military man. He
asked Otacon to get an ID on who the man was.
Snake made his way through the Tanker, dispatching any enemy soldiers
who got in his way. Snake then encountered a woman soldier on one of
the front decks of the ship. The two did battle with Snake managing
to subdue the woman. The woman's tomboyish appearance reminded him of
Meryl. After defeating the woman, Snake spotted a Cypher, a type of
flying security camera device. Otacon then contacted Snake and told
him the ID of the man from before. He was Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich,
the leader of a private mercenary army. Snake then proceeded into the
holds and finally into the chamber of Metal Gear. Along the way he
avoided the legion of Marines who were watching the Marine Commandant
in charge's speech. Snake managed to get the desired shots of Metal
Gear and sent them to Otacon.
However, before Snake could make his escape, a man from his past
appeared and confronted the Marine Commandant and his men. That man
was Revolver Ocelot, the same terrorist from the Shadow Moses incident
two years before. Ocelot distracted the Commandant long enough for
Colonel Gurlukovich to grab and take the Commandant hostage.
Gurlukovich's men then arrived in the room and secured the area.
Snake moved in for a closer look as he watched the drama unfold.
Ocelot then betrayed his allies and shot Gurlukovich and several of
his men before blowing a hole in the tanker and making his way toward
Metal Gear's cockpit. Snake rushed in to stop him. Ocelot looked
down at his old foe and felt an odd feeling. He screamed in agony as
his hand convulsed and throbbed. Ocelot then spoke, but not in his
own voice. His voice was that of Liquid Snake. Snake, confused as to
what had happened, demanded to know what was going on. Liquid told
Snake that he lived on though Ocelot's arm. Back in Shadow Moses,
Ocelot had gotten his right hand cut off by Grey Fox, and after the
incident, Ocelot had Liquid's arm grafted on. Supposedly, Liquid's
enhanced genetic makeup allowed him to take control of Ocelot's body
at random times, and often when Snake was present.
Their conversation was cut short as a gush of water slammed Snake into
a wall and knocked him out for a moment. Liquid/Ocelot then leapt
into Metal Gear and activated the machine. He made his way out of the
Tanker. Snake followed close behind and emerged on the surface of the
wreckage of the Tanker. He was then greeted by Metal Gear RAY, the
codename for the new Metal Gear, which stood in front of him
menacingly. RAY then back flipped into the water behind him and sent
a massive wave toward Snake. Ocelot was satisfied that Snake was
finished and retreated with his new toy. However, that was not the
end of Snake. Otacon soon arrived in a small boat and rescued Snake
from a watery grave.
Once the two returned to land, they leaked Metal Gear RAY's existence
to the press. However, a more interesting story would overshadow
their deed. Snake and Otacon had been set-up as the fall men for a
massive conspiracy. The two were labeled as the worst ecological
terrorists of all time for the sinking of a Tanker which caused a
massive oil spill in the Hudson Bay area. Their actions lead to the
creation of an offshore oil decontamination facility, the Big Shell.
For the next two years, Snake and Otacon kept a low profile after
being marked as terrorists.
-- Plant Chapter --
Otacon was leaked information about a new Metal Gear being developed
at the Big Shell. Snake set off for the facility and found it was
captured and taken over by another terrorist organization. Snake
infiltrated the area and disguised himself as a Navy SEAL in order not
to raise suspicion, as the navy was orchestrating a rescue operation
at the time, anyway. The terrorists had President Johnson hostage,
and the Navy SEALS were on a rescue mission. During his mission,
Snake found a member of FOXHOUND, a man calling himself "Raiden" who
was sent in by the organization. Snake found that strange, seeing as
FOXHOUND had been disbanded following Snake's destruction of the group
back at Shadow Moses. Snake did not fully trust the man and refrained
from revealing his identity. He called himself "Iroquois Pliskin."
Snake then aided the rookie on his mission, giving him advice about
weapons, the enemy, and the facility. Soon after their first meeting,
Snake found Raiden once again confronting a middle-aged black man.
Snake recognized the man to be the legendary bomb disposal expert,
Peter Stillman. Stillman informed the two of the situation. Fatman,
a member of Dead Cell, the terrorist group present at the Big Shell,
had planted bombs throughout the facility. Stillman gave the two a
device that could stop the bombs. Snake then set out to the Shell 2
area of the facility to defuse the bombs there while Raiden stayed in
the Shell 1 area. Snake reported into Stillman each time he found a
bomb. Stillman thought that the bomb placement was completely wrong
and asked Snake to take a look at the bottom of Shell 2. Snake did so
and found a huge amount of C4 explosives there. Several events then
happened and part of Shell 2 was destroyed. Snake was caught near the
explosion and knocked out for a while.
Raiden then killed Fatman, the man behind the bombs, and attempted to
free the hostages at the core of the shell. After speaking with Ames,
a man under the President, Raiden fled the core, as Ocelot, who was
discovered to be at the scene of the takeover, found him. Raiden
escaped with the aid of a mysterious ninja, one that looked much like
Grey Fox from Shadow Moses, and ran toward Shell 2 to find the
President.
After Snake came to, he and Otacon discovered the location of the new
Metal Gear. The entire facility WAS the new Metal Gear, or rather a
guise for the fortress. Snake continued his mission while Raiden did
the same with his. Otacon and Snake managed to hijack a Kamov chopper
which they planned to use to rescue the hostages which were taken
during the takeover. Before they had the chance, however, the
terrorist leader, claiming to be Solid Snake, confronted Raiden on a
bridge between Shell 1 and Shell 2. Enraged by his claim of being
Solid Snake, Snake opened fire on the man. Snake managed to knock the
man from the bridge, only to find that a Harrier 2 was lying in wait
to ambush them. Snake, knowing he couldn't take out the Harrier with
a Kamov, tossed Raiden a Stinger Missile Launcher and some ammo and
instructed him to take out the Harrier. He then supported Raiden with
cover fire as Raiden battled the jet.
Raiden managed to defeat the Harrier and send it crashing below, only
to have it scooped up by Metal Gear RAY, the same RAY from the tanker
two years ago, piloted by a very alive Vamp. RAY then fired on the
facility, damaging the Kamov in the process. Snake and Otacon were
forced to land the helicopter. After that, Snake revealed that he
really was Solid Snake and Iroquois Pliskin was just a made up name.
Snake then proceeded to explore the Big Shell in hopes of finding a
way into Arsenal Gear, the name of the new Metal Gear. While in Shell
2, Snake was attacked and battled the same ninja that Raiden had been
saved by earlier. Snake discovered that the Ninja was actually Olga
Gurlukovich, the woman whom Snake fought two years ago on the Tanker.
Olga, having been Sergei Gurlukovich's daughter, believed that Snake
was responsible for his death at the tanker. Snake explained to Olga
what really happened there, and of Ocelot's betrayal to her father and
his men. The two decided to work together for mutual benefit.
Away from the scene, Snake was contacted by Raiden. Raiden needed
cover support for helping Emma get to Shell 1 to get to Arsenal's
entrance via a long bridge along the water. Snake went to the scene
and helped Raiden defend Emma from patrolling guards and gun ciphers
with sniper fire. However, Emma was ambushed and seriously wounded by
Vamp, who once again had supposedly come back to life. Raiden once
again played sniper and shot him several times, and Vamp fell into the
ocean, finally dead. Snake rushed to the girl's side and carried her
back to the computer room where Otacon was waiting. He tried to patch
her up the best he could, however it seemed Vamp got some internal
organs and he couldn't stop the bleeding. Snake asked Raiden if he
got the disc from Emma, which could infect Arsenal's database and stop
it. Raiden handed it over and Snake loaded the program into Arsenal's
activation console. All did not go according to plan (as usual) and
an anti-virus agent stopped the virus before it could be completed.
In the meantime, Otacon and Emma had a last conversation. She soon
died.
Otacon broke down in grief at the loss of his sister. Snake convinced
Otacon to go on and save the hostages. After Otacon left, Snake
revealed a "friend" of his to Raiden: the ninja, who was actually
Olga. Snake told him that it was bedtime for Raiden and Olga knocked
Raiden out with her High Frequency Blade. Olga then took Raiden to
her superiors, as she was pretending to work for Solidus and the
terrorists, and Snake snuck aboard Arsenal along with her.
Now aboard Arsenal Gear, Snake changed back into his sneaking suit.
He thanked Olga and was about to continue on with his mission. Before
he went, Olga gave him her HF Blade and told him to give it to Raiden.
A bit confused, Snake agreed to give it to him. Snake then advanced
into the bowels of Arsenal and waited for Raiden's arrival. Snake
found him in a long hallway, completely naked. Snaked laughed at the
sight and gave Raiden his equipment back. He then handed over the HF
Blade, as Olga had asked. Snake gave Raiden a few tips on how to
wield the sword.
Before this, however, Raiden had escaped his confinement with the aid
of Olga and sneaked through Arsenal. The Colonel of his mission, who
had been giving him orders all along, started to malfunction, as if it
had been affected by a virus, and started to say random things. Rose,
Raiden's girlfriend, also started to malfunction, as if she was a
machine. Raiden didn't know what was going on, but met Snake in the
hall.
After Raiden was done training, he and Snake advanced into the next
room. They were then attacked by an onslaught of Arsenal Tengu,
guards of the place. The two fought side by side and annihilated the
legion of soldiers in the next two rooms.
At this point, the real Rose contacted Raiden and told him that she
had been spying on him for the Patriots their entire relationship.
Raiden was disgusted and upset, but Rose told him that she was sorry
and really did love him. After Raiden didn't believe her, Rose told
him she was pregnant, and then the transmission died.
In the following room, after killing the enemy soldiers, Dead Cell's
leader, Fortune, confronted Snake and Raiden. Fortune claimed that
Snake had killed her father, the Marine Commandant Scott Dolph, at the
tanker. Snake told her that it wasn't him, but she would hear nothing
of it. Snake then told Raiden to go on and he'd handle her. Raiden
did so. Snake then began a hopeless battle and was defeated by
Fortune and taken captive.
Meanwhile, Raiden had been talking to Solidus Snake, the third clone
of Big Boss. He was a direct clone, not recessive or dominant.
Solidus told Raiden of his plans and then had an onslaught of
mass-produced Metal Gear RAYs attack him. Raiden finally gave in.
Olga appeared and tried to save Raiden, telling Raiden that if he died
or failed his mission, Olga's child, which the Patriots had hostage,
would die. Solidus killed her with a bullet to her head and tossed
her aside. As the RAYs began to attack Raiden again, the virus that
Emma had given them started to take effect and the RAYs began to
malfunction. Solidus, infuriated, single-handedly destroyed the
remaining three RAYs and cursed at the Patriots, knowing they had
something to do with it.
Snake found that Raiden too had been captured when he was taken above.
He watched as the scene unfolded between Solidus, Fortune, and a
returning Ocelot. Ocelot revealed that he had been a Patriot's spy
all along, and told of his betrayal to Solidus. Solidus's plan had
been to detonate a nuke over Manhattan, the dwelling place of the
Patriots, to take out all electronics that were concealing the
Patriots' identities, and then proceed to kill the Patriots to
"liberate" the United States from unknown dictatorship. Ocelot told
him that the entire exercise at the Big Shell was scripted by the
Patriots themselves, as was the sinking of the tanker two years ago.
Solidus, infuriated, attacked Ocelot, only to find that Ocelot
couldn't be harmed due to the Patriots' technology. Fortune also was
shot by Ocelot, and it was soon discovered her mystical abilities were
nothing more than the same technology that Ocelot possessed. Ocelot
concluded with saying that all he had to do was recover Arsenal and
clean up the refuse from the exercise, and he jumped into one of the
RAY's cockpits and attempted to kill everyone. Fortune, barely alive,
managed to somehow find within her part of the mystical power that was
taken away and deflected all of RAY's missiles. After Ocelot then
attempted to take them out with a cutting laser, Ocelot became
possessed by Liquid Snake once again. Liquid called out to his
brothers and told them of his plans. He claimed he knew where the
Patriots were and that he was going to crush them, and he then
prepared to leap off the side of Arsenal inside RAY. Snake could not
allow Liquid to get away and managed to muster enough strength to
break his damaged handcuffs. Liquid laughed at seeing Snake pursue
the massive vehicle. Metal Gear leapt off the side of Arsenal and
Snake leapt in right behind it. Snake was unable to keep up with the
powerful RAY, but he did manage to plant a tracker on it.
Raiden and Solidus were thrown onto Federal Hall, where the Colonel
contacted Raiden. He claimed that the S3 was still there. The S3 was
revealed to be a protocol of some sort that stood for "Selection for
Societal Sanity." Following was a horrid conversation between the S3
and Raiden, where the S3 claimed it was humanity's only hope and that
humans were crazy, evil, and self-killing animals. It stated that it
needed to have control of America to lead us into a good age instead
of an age of lies and false veracities. Raiden refused to believe it,
but was plagued with words that he didn't know if they were real or
not. His entire mission was a lie, a script of the Patriots, and now
the S3 was telling him that he was just a weapon ... a creation of the
S3 with no purpose but what they made for him. After the S3 told him
to kill Solidus, Solidus informed Raiden that there was still a way
for Solidus to succeed with his plan. He stated that the Patriots'
digital information was inside of Raiden, wired into his genetic
makeup, and then continued preaching his wish of freedom from the
Patriots.
Snake then returned to shore and located Raiden who now stood alone in
front of Federal Hall. He convinced Raiden that he had done the right
thing and went on about the future and such and how reality is only as
real as we make it, and also about how he planted a tracker on RAY.
He also informed him that the disc containing the FoxDie computer
virus, the same disc Emma had, could also be used to locate the
Patriots. Snake then disappeared into the shadows as soon as he came.
Raiden was left on the streets of Manhattan, and Rose approached him.
Having known that the S3 was lying and digitally imitating Rose,
Raiden forgave Rose about her affiliation with the Patriots, and they
decided to live a new life ... together.
Watching the two lovers behind a car was none other than ... Vamp.
Soon after the mission, Otacon analyzed the disc's data. He told
Snake he found who the Patriots were and that one of the members was
one of their biggest contributors. He also informed that all twelve
of them were dead, and had been for a solid 100 years. Snake,
shocked, uttered three words ... What the hell ...?
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01) Infiltration
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[Rain pours down over the historic bridge in New York that spans the width
of
the Hudson River. Cars hurry through the rain. The only person outside
is
an unknown man in a long, black raincoat. He has his hands dug deep into
his
pockets as he puffs on a cigarette dangling from his lip. In a moment he
finishes his cigarette and casually tosses it into the traffic with a
brief
puff of smoke.]
[Suddenly he breaks out into a jog and then a full sprint. His raincoat
flies
away in the wind but the man is no longer visible except for a faint,
transparent outline of his body. Without warning he leaps off the bridge
and
plunges towards the river. This man has no intentions of committing
suicide
however. We can see a faint, but telltale, elastic-line that will break
his
momentum when he reaches his target, a large oil tanker cruising slowly
beneath the bridge.]
[The man's line snaps taut and he grunts, for a moment he becomes visible
as
his optic camouflage cuts out. The man is Solid Snake. The hero of
Shadow
Moses. He falls a little bit further and when he is close enough he
releases
his line and falls to the deck of the ship. He lands hard. His optic
camouflage fizzles out of operation with a dazzling display of electric
currents. Slowly Snake gets up and surveys the bridge he had leaped off
of
just a few seconds ago.]
[Snake slowly straightens himself upright and the title appears onscreen.]
[Snake hears something and rushes to cover. He kneels down, places his
hand
by his ear and calls someone on his Codec. It is Hal Emmerich (Otacon),
whom
we know from the Shadow Moses Incident two years ago.]
Otacon : We must have overused it. Sorry, but you're going to have to
deal
with it. You're not in the military anymore.
Snake : I'm happy as long as no one gives me any more unwanted gifts.
Otacon : Mei Ling's not so bad. That reminds me, I have to get in touch
with her again about that new Natik flashware.
Snake : Diverting toys from the SSCEN (U.S. Army Soldier Systers
Center)
again? Give her a message from me: someone will find out
sooner
or later. She's better off assuming it's sooner and quit while
she's safe.
Otacon : Too true. Okay, Snake, let's get to work. You know the
technical
specs of Metal Gear were sold on the black market after Shadow
Moses?
Otacon : Exactly. And now every state, group, and dotcom has its own
version of Metal Gear.
Otacon : This new one seems to have been designed to wipe the floor
with
all the other models. The only consistent description is that
it's an amphibious, anti-Metal Gear vehicle...
Snake : That explains why this one is under Marine Corps jurisdiction.
Otacon : There's too much we don't know about this new prototype.
Capabilities, deployment method -- we don't even know how
close
it is to completion. If we know where the testing arena is, I
can
start to draw some reasonable conclusions.
Snake : M9.
Otacon : It's a little hard to work with because you have to reload
after
each shot since the slide locks.
Otacon : The chemical stun will take affect in a few seconds and last
for
hours. You can take down a elephant with that thing. Check out
the laser sighting too.
Otacon : You haven't read the surgeon general's warning, have you?
Otacon : He's the digital camera. Works almost the same as your old
one.
[Snake uses the zoom on the camera to scan the deck. He spots a Marine
soldier patrolling.]
Otacon : Hey, Earth to Snake. These are nice, upstanding Marines, not
terrorists. Don't get caught; you're in stealth mode here.
Snake : No traces?
Snake : We can't rule out the possibility that this is a trap. There's
a
high price on our heads, you know.
Otacon : With all the ships passing on the river and in the harbor.
Putting uniformed Marines on the deck would be a bad idea.
People
can get a clear view of the water from riverside too.
Snake : A Metal Gear in the holds will weigh down a ship a bit, I'd
say.
The military trains you to watch for threats from the stern on
a
boat. That's SOP for Counter-terror ops too. Security should
be
tighter.
Snake : Looks like there are a few entry ways into the crew quarters.
[Snake pans to one of the soldiers on the deck and promptly the Marine gets
his throat slit by a soldier in military fatigues. Another soldier gets
knocked to the ground and his fall is promptly followed by a knife
plunging
through his neck. A third Marine gets stabbed several times by a soldier
that has just snuck up on him.]
Snake : Looks like were not the only ones after Metal Gear tonight.
Snake : Otacon, how many men do you need to take over a tanker of this
size?
Otacon : The ship is run by a computer so... I'd say about 18 people.
Snake : AKS-74u?
[Snake spots a soldier that appears to be ordering the others around. The
man
turns around. He has a brown moustache and short brown hair. He appears
to
be in his mid 50's or so.]
Snake : Russians?
Snake : I'm transmitting the photo. Let's try to get a ID on him ASAP.
[Codec screen.]
Otacon : I'll be waiting just past the Verrazano Bridge. You need to be
off that ship by then.
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02) Hairy armpits and bad Russian accents
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[Snake reaches the bridge of the tanker. He enters slowly, with his gun
drawn
and slowly moves through. There are two crewmen lying over some
instruments
wearing orange jumpsuits, they are both dead. Snake reaches the front
window
of the bridge and sees two identical helicopters flying past in the rain.]
[The two helicopters descend above the deck and soldiers repel and quickly
secure the area.]
[Snake reaches a computer terminal and punches some buttons. After looking
for a moment he calls up Otacon.]
Otacon : Snake, did you find out where that ship is headed?
Otacon : More than 500 miles off the coast of the Bermudas, out in the
middle of the Atlantic... So the prototype is ready for solo
testing -- it's basically combat-worthy. That area is outside
the
Second Fleet's operational range, too. It must be a stand-
alone
Marine Corps project -- which means this prototype Metal Gear
must be designed for independent deployment, without any Naval
assistance... Anyway, analysis can wait till later. Snake, you
need to go down to the holds and locate the actual Metal...
Snake : !?
[Snake sees a woman strolling through the rain with her back turned. She
is
holding a radio.]
Snake : Hm?
[Snake sneaks outside and gets close enough to hear the woman talking to
someone over the radio. A man is speaking]
Radio : Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be
scuttled.
Radio : He's the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else
can
do it.
[The man talking over the radio is shown. He is the Russian commander
Snake
snapped a picture of.]
Radio : I can see the moon...even in this storm. Pale as death. I have
a
bad feeling about this mission... You swore this to me that
you
would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Do not
worry. This is a country of liberty.
Woman : I have nowhere else to go. Father, I want to stay and fight.
Radio : There is no choice to make here, Olga! Need I remind you that
you
are carrying my grandchild?
Olga : ......
Snake : Freeze!
[She slowly takes off her cap and lets the wind carry it to Snake.]
Snake : What else do you have there? Take the knife and toss it.
[Olga takes the knife and tries to place it on the ground at her feet.]
Snake : Not there. Toss it overboard! Hold that position. Now, turn
around.
[The tanker jerks violently, both of them lose their balance for a moment.
The
rain stops.]
Olga : It's stopped raining... Not too shabby, is it? New York, I
mean?
[Olga twirls around and a bullet flies from the knife. Snake is startled
but
manages to (barely) dodge the shot. As Olga takes cover behind a crate
Snake
snaps back into position with his gun trained on the storage rack where
Olga
is hiding.]
Olga : I think you deserve a little credit. No one's ever dodged that
shot of mine... But no one gets lucky twice, either!
[Snake and Olga battle. During the battle Olga speaks to Snake.]
Olga : I've been on the unit since I was born. I grew up on the
battlefield. Conflict and victory were my parents. The unit is
my
life, my family. We've shared everything -- all the bad and
all
the good. I have no one -- nothing except the unit. Nothing
else
matters to me! Whoever you are, your not stopping us!
[Snake defeats her with his tranquilizer gun. She falls unconscious to the
deck. Snake slowly approaches her. He kicks her a little bit and she
falls
limp. Seemingly relieved he holsters his gun and takes hers, a USP.
There
is no ammo in it.]
Snake : Hmm...
Snake : CYPHER!?
[Snake calls Otacon.]
Snake : Otacon, the ship appears to be under their control. The men
have
Russian gear, but I haven't been able to find out anything
else
about their origin.
Otacon : Yeah...the GRU colonel. He's the one Ocelot was supposed to
meet
up with, after Shadow Moses...
Snake : You could say that. I saw a surveillance remote just now, it
looked like the Cypher.
Otacon : First the Marines, then the Russians -- now the Army...?
Snake : What?
Otacon : We didn't dig up this info -- about the new Metal Gear -- on
our
own. Not like usual...
Snake : Anonymous? You've never trusted those -- why would you start
now?
Snake : "E.E."?
Otacon : I don't know. After I got the tip, I did break into the
Pentagon
system to get confirmation.
Snake : Okay...
Snake : I've got a light-equipped USP; I can take them on now. There's
no
ammo, but it takes a 9mm, just like the Marines' M9. I'll find
those somewhere around here.
[Snake signs off. Snake reaches a junction in the ship that he must get
past.
It is blocked by plastic explosives and trip lasers. Snake calls Otacon
for
assistance.]
Snake : I'm not in the mood to go sleep with the fishes. There are too
many sensors. Looks like I'll have to find another way.
[Snake makes it past the SEMTEX by shooting the control units. When he
enters
the next hatch he hears an announcement.]
[Snake travels through the corridor but up ahead he hears the sound of a
squeaky hatch opening. He quickly draws his gun and crouches down. At
the
hatch three soldiers emerge and secure the annex room where it is located.
They seal the hatch again. One of the soldiers calls up the commander
over
the radio.]
Soldier : Sir, the Marine commander has started his speech already.
Sergei : Let no one down into the holds until we are out.
Soldier : Yes sir! We will secure your exit, with our lives if
necessary.
[The transmission ends. The three soldiers begin to patrol through the
corridor. Snake leans up against the crate he is next to.]
Soldier : Who goes there?
[Snake fights off a dozen soldiers in the corridor and then proceeds to the
hatch the soldiers came out of. He opens it. A soldier that somehow
avoided
the carnage sneaks behind him and watches. Snake goes through the hatch.
The
soldier quietly closes the hatch with a sigh. He hears somebody
approaching
from the rear.]
[The man who was watching Snake when he landed on the tanker appears out of
the darkness.]
Soldier : Why are you here? We thought you were with the Colonel.
[Suddenly the man draws his revolver and aims point-blank at the soldier's
forehead.]
[The revolver fires. The soldier falls to the ground. Shalashaska moves
to
the hatch and seals it. He begins to walk away.]
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03) Possessed arms and weird twists
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[Snake reaches the holds of the tanker. He sees a group of Marines
standing
below watching a projection movie of a speech by the Marine commander.]
Otacon : Snake, are you in yet? Have you made it to the holds?
Snake : It's taking longer than I expected. We've already passed the
Verrazano Bridge.
Otacon : What?
Snake : If they get Metal Gear, we're going right off the fringe.
Otacon : If the deck is sealed off, they have no way of knowing that
the
ship's been taken over.
Snake : I'm not interested in fighting these guys. The weapons won't
do
me much good here.
Snake : No. I'll have to go around to the bow. They have some serious
defenses here. I doubt the recent arrivals want to blast their
way through the Marines either.
Otacon : OK, Snake. Let's go over this one more time. Use this camera
to
get photographic evidence of the Metal Gear prototype. Now, do
your thing and take pictures that speak louder than the
government's plausible denials. We need four shots: Metal Gear
from the front, front-right, and front-left, and a close-up of
the Marine Corps marking.
Snake : Marking?
Snake : Who?
Otacon : Maybe. I've switched the encryption protocol for our burst
transmission for now. What I want to do is use a different
method
for sending those photos, just in case.
Snake : "Arrangements"?
Otacon : No, it's pretty simple, really. Look, all you have to do is
stand
in front of the machine and push the Action button. The app
will
automatically launch and download the image data from the
camera,
split the files and encrypt them individually. The data
packets
can then masquerade as...
Snake : OK, OK. So all I have to do is push the Action button in front
of
the computer once I have the pictures, right?
Otacon : Well, sure, if you put it that way. And one more thing... The
Commandant's already begun his speech, but you need to get the
pictures before he's done talking. Otherwise, they'll spot
you.
OK?
Otacon : I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text
of
that speech. I'd say you have seven more minutes -- longer if
he
throws in a joke or two.
Snake : With these kinds of odds, I won't be making any sudden moves.
But
that doesn't mean we can just let Metal Gear be hijacked.
Snake : All right. We'll deal with the rest when we get there.
[Snake makes it to the third hold of the tanker and finds a group of two
dozen
Marines watching the Marine Commander give his speech. The group is
flanked
by two cameramen who are taping the speech. Behind the Marine Commander
is
Metal Gear RAY, the new Metal Gear prototype.]
Otacon : Yep. And we're going to show the whole world its baby
pictures.
Get the prototype on camera. We need four images. One from the
front-right, the front, and the front-left, and a close-up of
the
"MARINES" marking on the prototype. Once you have the photos,
use
the workstation in the southeast end of the area to transmit
them
over to me. Send me something I can use!
[Snake snaps all the pictures, going unnoticed by everybody in the room.
He
uploads the pictures to Otacon just as the commander finishes his speech.]
Dolph : We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order
with
Metal Gear RAY.
That is all. Dismissed!
[The Marines stand at attention and salute the commander. As they are
saluting, (sarcastic) clapping can be heard from the rear of the hold.
The
Marines and the commander look around, puzzled. A man emerges from behind
Metal Gear, clapping his hands as he struts along.]
Ocelot : Gift of the silver tongue -- they say it's a mark of a good
officer -- and of a liar. Americans are too in love with the
sound of their own voice to speak the truth.
Several Marines rush to Dolph's side and train their sights on the
intruder.
[Snake recognizes the man as he steps forward. They both utter the same
word.]
Both : Ocelot.
[Flashbacks to Shadow Moses. The Marines try to advance forward but they
are
held back by the commander.]
[Snake moves to a different location. He can see an arm reaching out for
the
commandant. The arm grabs the commandant. It is Colonel Sergei
Gurlukovich
holding a gun to the commandant's head.]
Snake : Gurlukovich...
[Ocelot steps onto the platform. In the other holds the Marines are
beginning
to panic. Ocelot raises a device above his head.]
Ocelot : This ship now carries enough SEMTEX on its key structural
points
to blow it out of the water -- at the touch of this button.
[Russian soldiers rappel from the ceiling and take up positions covering
their
commanders from the Marines.]
[A group of soldiers begins to undo the lines holding down Meta Gear Ray.]
Sergei : After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the
Americans.
[Gurlukovich become angry and presses the pistol against the commandant's
head
spinning it a little.]
[Ocelot slowly paces away from them and then turns around.]
Ocelot : No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can rot, for all I
care.
Ocelot : I'm glad you noticed comrade. I abandoned "her" during the
Cold
War.
Sergei : Aargh!
Ocelot : Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich, you and your
daughter will die here.
[Gurlukovich releases the commandant and shoves him forward. At the same
time
Ocelot throws his trench coat into the air between him and Gurlukovich.]
[Both the Russians draw their weapons and fire madly. As the trench coat
flies
to the ground bullets rip through it. When it finally settles Both the
commandant and Gurlukovich fall to the ground.]
Ocelot : Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement.
[The other Russian soldiers surrounding Ocelot draw their guns to fire on
him.
With lightning speed he draws his second revolver and twirls in a quick
circle burying one bullet in each soldier. As they fall to the ground
Ocelot
pulls out the detonator.]
Ocelot : Show's over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! This
ship is still in the Lower New York Harbor. You may yet make
it
to shore if you swim for your life!
[Ocelot presses the detonator and the SEMTEX goes off killing some Marines.
One of the blasts punctures the hull of the ship and water begins to pour
into the chamber. The Marines scramble. Ocelot has climbed up to the
upper
platform of the hold and is approaching the open cockpit of Metal Gear
Ray.
Some Marines try to shoot Ocelot but none of the shots hit their mark.
Snake
rushes forward and aims upwards at Ocelot.]
Snake : OCELOT!!
[Ocelot looks down at Snake but before he does anything his arm begins to
twitch.]
Ocelot : Aaaarrghhhh!!
[Ocelot grabs his right arm in pain. He straightens up but this time his
voice is different. He is speaking in a familiar voice.]
Snake : Liquid?
Snake : ...
Liquid : No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program.
Liquid : Aaarrrr!
Liquid : The price of physical prodigy... Few more years and you'll be
another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are
vintage,
brother. Big Boss was in his late fifties when they created
his
copies. But I -- I live on, through this arm.
[Gurlukovich floats on the surface of the water that is pouring into the
hold.
Blood is gushing out of his wound.]
Sergei : Olga...
[Liquid leaps into the open cockpit of Metal Gear Ray as Snake is climbing
out
of the water, gasping for air.]
[Snake tries to dodge one of the legs coming down at him but he gets
knocked unconscious. Up on a balcony some marines begin to fire gunshots
at
him and some RPGs. Liquid turns Ray to the marines and smashes them with
the
leg of the great machine. Snake regains consciousness and says something
to
Otacon.]
[Ray plunges its head into the water and begins to suck some water into its
system. It then raises its head and fires a high-powered stream of water
into the hull of the tanker. Water pours in.]
[Metal Gear Ray swims through the water and leaps above the water. It
straddles a large crack that has appeared near the middle of the ship.
Snake
surfaces and gasps frantically for air. Ocelot is sitting in the cockpit
of
Ray peering down at Snake. Ocelot is talking to someone over the radio.]
[Ray does a back flip into the water and sends an enormous wave washing
over
Snake. He begins to slip under the water.]
[Ray swims through the water. ocelot is still talking to the person over
the
radio.]
Otacon : SNAKE!!
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Scientists had to make thousands of calculations to create the (atomic
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and determine its effects... Computers and atomic bombs, both products of
World
War II, grew up together."
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Colonel : Snake, do you remember the sinking of that tanker two years
ago?
Snake : Of course.
Snake : The "Big Shell." I hear the cleanup isn't quite over yet.
[As the SEAL choppers swoop in to the Big Shell a group of NYPD officers
peer
curiously through a pair of binoculars.]
Commander : Calling teams Alpha and Bravo. Deploy at the Big Shell as
scheduled.
[As the SEALS are on their final approach to the Big Shell the FoxHound
operative pops above the water to check his bearings. He goes unnoticed]
Commander : Come in from downwind, then pull up fast! Get ready to fast
rope
down to Shell One! Five minutes to ETA! Alpha, your top
priority
is to rescue and safeguard the President! Team Bravo, watch
out
for Stillman's back, and get those C4's disarmed!
[Snake swims to the oil fence and finds that a hole has already been cut in
it. He promptly swims through.]
Snake : Thirty billion dollars!? What makes them think they can get
that
much?
Colonel : A VIP from one of the major conservation groups, and one from
our
own government -- the Most Important Person in a sense.
Colonel : Unless the demands are met, the terrorists intend to blow the
Big
Shell out of the water.
Snake : And the crude will ignite, turning the Manhattan Harbor into
an
inferno.
[Snake reaches the surface of the Deep Sea Dock of the Big Shell and makes
a
quick scan for enemies lurking around. Seeing none he climbs up a ladder
and
gets onto the platform.]
Colonel : No. FOXHOUND remains a covert body. Don't alert them to your
presence -- that is an order.
Snake : We're in luck. Looks like there are no sentries posted here.
Snake : The lights on the plant's struts are functioning. I won't have
to
use the IR goggles.
Colonel : They landed on the roof of the Big Shell as planned. And by
the
way Snake, we're changing your code name for all following
communication.
Colonel : Just a precaution. You are now designated "Raiden." All right,
Raiden. You've already covered infiltration in VR Training.
Raiden : I've completed three hundred missions in VR. I feel like some
kind of legendary mercenary...
Colonel : Okay, we'll skip that part. Make sure nobody sees you. If you
need to, contact me by Codec. The frequency is 140.85. When
you
want to use the Codec, push the SELECT button. When we need to
reach you...contact you, the Codec will beep. When you hear
that
noise, press the SELECT button. The Codec's receiver directly
stimulates the small bones of your ear. No one but you will be
able to hear it.
Colonel : First, make your way to the upper section of the Big Shell.
Colonel : There's an elevator at the far end of that area. Use that.
Colonel : The hatch with a circular handle will open into the elevator
area. Locate the hatch first.
[Raiden signs off. Raiden proceeds through the hatch and when he opens it
he
spots an enemy that has just been knocked unconscious.]
Raiden : Gurlukovich?
Colonel : A Russian private army that was in line to work with the
Shadow
Moses takeover group, four years ago.
[Raiden signs off. When he goes into the next room he finds two unconscious
sentries. One of them just rolled off the elevator ascending in the back
of
the room. Raiden catches a quick glimpse of the man. He is wearing a
familiar uniform. He calls up the Colonel.]
Raiden : We may not know who he is, but he managed to take care of
every
sentry in the area; they're all out cold. Whoever he is, he's
got
some skills.
Colonel : We need to get an ID... But for now, you can take advantage of
the situation and get to work. There's a terminal in front of
the
elevator, a node.
Raiden : Oh.
Colonel : Use the node to gain access to the Big Shell's facilities
network.
Colonel : Pull up the map of the structure; that'll let you activate the
Soliton Radar.
Raiden : The Soliton Radar? True, that radar came in useful during VR
training.
Colonel : Just push the Action button in front of the node. The
nanomachines in your body will take care of the security
clearance, and allow you access to the node. Complete the
procedure before those sentries gain consciousness. If they
spot
you, you won't be able to gain access for a while. Stay on
guard.
[Raiden signs off and moves to the node. When he places his hand on it a
jolt
of electricity is sent through his arm. He screams out. When the shock
ends
he pants and finishes the login sequence. He calls the Colonel again.]
Raiden :
Rose! You're not supposed to be involved! What's going on!?
Colonel : The FOXHOUND analyst that was supposed to take part in this
mission was in an accident. Rosemary was brought in as a
replacement.
Raiden : An accident...?
Colonel : And according to the files, she knows you better than anybody
else.
Colonel : Not to worry. She has our technical staff at her disposal.
Colonel : I have my own reasons for selecting her for this mission,
soldier.
Raiden : Colonel, I fail to see --
Colonel : We've learned that it doesn't work that way. And on the field,
you need all the help you can get.
Raiden : Rose...
Rose : You need someone to watch your back. But I have conditions
that
need to be met, Colonel.
Rose : I'll perform my duties and save that mission data. But I'm
aware
that technically, I'm not part of the mission control team.
After
all, I'm just a normal girl who's worried about Jack. But that
means, Colonel, that I am not required to follow your orders
outside of my immediate duties. Jack is not simply a field
personnel for me to track. His safety comes first to me, not
the
mission. And because of that, I will be monitoring and keeping
a
record of every communication you have with him, Colonel.
Rose : Of course.
Colonel : His handle is Raiden. For the duration of the mission, could
you
call him that?
Rose : Yes sir. All right -- Raiden. Let me know when you're ready to
turn in a save. The proprietary save frequency is 140.96.
Raiden : What?
Rose : Oh well, I'll keep trying 'til I hear the answer. I'm going to
let you go now, Jack. Take care.
Colonel : Find somewhere to hide until the elevator arrives. You must
stay
out of sight!
[The Colonel signs off. Raiden avoids the sentries and makes it to the
elevator without alerting anybody. As the elevator ascends he takes off
the
diving mask to reveal his face. He has long white hair and very pale
skin.]
Raiden : The hero of Shadow Moses!? So that's why you changed my code
name.
[The elevator grinds to a halt at the top of the shaft, scaring some birds
that fly off into the bright sunlight.]
Colonel : Right. But it can't be THE Solid Snake. He died two years ago,
on
that tanker, after he blew it sky-high.
Raiden : Colonel, I'm on the roof. There are no sentries, but it would
only take one to spot me in this light.
Colonel : You never had daylight VR training, after all. Stay extra
sharp
until you can find a node to log in from.
Raiden : Strut B?
Colonel : The Big Shell is comprised of Shells One and Two. Each unit
consists of a central core and six struts surrounding it.
Colonel : Exactly. And you're on the roof of Strut A, Shell One at the
moment. First, get to a node. Log into the network.
[The call ends. Raiden has just passed the first entryway into Strut A
when
the Colonel contacts him again.]
Colonel : They don't know a thing about us. You know we work in the
dark,
and this mission is no exception. Only a few people know about
your presence here.
Raiden : ...
[The Colonel signs off. Raiden makes it to the next connecting bridge. He
gets a call from the Colonel.]
Raiden : Intercepted?
Colonel : As I said before, they need to be kept in the dark about our
presence.
Commander : Is he safe?
SEAL : He is safe.
SEAL : Tell the guys upstairs that we've secured the package. Easy
money.
[Transmission ends.]
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02) The twirly guy with the knives
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[When Raiden reaches strut B he meets a gruesome scene. There is blood all
over the walls and floor next to the bodies of two dead SEALs. Raiden
takes
out his recently acquired M9 pistol and advances with caution to the
nearest
doorway.]
[The view switches to the inside of the room. Three SEALs are patrolling
through a large transformer room with their guns drawn at the ready. Out
of
nowhere three knives appear, one hitting the front soldier in the neck, he
goes down.]
SEAL A : Uaaagh!
[The two remaining SEALs start firing at random into the rafters, at an
unseen
enemy. The enemy quickly leaps about the rafters deftly avoiding all
their
shots.]
[The enemy makes a foray towards the SEALs from behind. He slices the
furthest SEAL quickly, he falls to the ground screaming.]
SEAL B : Aaargh!!!
SEAL C : Aa Aa Aaargh!!!
[As the SEAL continues his attack the enemy leaps down from the rafters
coming
down softly in front of the SEAL.]
SEAL C : Aah! Oh no, no!
[The enemy takes out a knife from a belt on his waist and gives the SEAL a
menacing stare. The SEAL hesitates briefly and then begins to fire again
at
the enemy. The enemy spins towards the SEAL with his knife drawn and once
again manages to dodge all the bullets meant for him. He reaches the SEAL
and promptly slits his wrists. As the SEAL cries out in pain he circles
around and cuts him across the kneecaps from behind. The man falls to his
knees but doesn't hit the ground. The enemy holds him up and carefully,
slowly, he slits the throat of the SEAL. As the blood pours out the enemy
appears to be in some sort of brief trance. The body falls to the floor,
limp. The radio squawks.]
Commander : All Alpha, come in! What's going on? Alpha, respond!
[Raiden slowly enters the room. He reaches a railing undetected and peers
beyond it. He lets out a muffled gasp when he sees that the enemy is
sucking
the blood out of the soldier. The enemy slowly turns his head and snarls
at
Raiden. He hastily lets the body drop to the floor. He pulls a knife out
of
his belt.]
[The man draws the knife across his chest. Slowly slicing the skin.]
[The man leaps clear over Raiden but Raiden can't react fast enough. He
still
has his gun drawn as the man reaches out from behind him to tap his
shoulder.
Suddenly a SEAL bursts into the room.]
[Vamp leaps down from the ceiling and slashes the SEAL's left arm. Vamp
slams
the SEAL against the wall and draws close to him.]
SEAL : Agh!
[The SEAL's rifle slides toward Raiden. He quickly grabs it and takes aim
at
Vamp. Vamp's head moves close to the SEAL's neck.]
[Raiden lets out a full clip in Vamp's direction but none make their mark.]
Raiden : !
Woman : Vamp.
[The SEAL slides a clip to Raiden. The clip slides underneath Vamp's
spread
legs unnoticed or largely ignored.]
Raiden : Are you a Navy SEAL? How did you get in?
[A sea lice crawls out from under Pliskin. Raiden gives it an odd look,
something is wrong.]
Raiden : ...?
[Real life of special ops training is shown as well as some video from
Metal
Gear Solid: VR Missions.]
Pliskin : You don't get injured in VR, do you? Every year, a few
soldiers
die in field exercises.
Raiden : There's pain sensation in VR, and even a sense of reality and
urgency. The only difference is that it isn't actually
happening.
Pliskin : That's the way they want you to think, to remove you from the
fear that goes with battle situations. War as a video game --
what better way to raise the ultimate soldier?
Raiden : The Alpha team from Navy SEAL team 10 is dead. No, a single
survivor.
Colonel : I see... You said there was a survivor from SEAL Team 10?
Raiden : What?
Raiden : What was that man just now? That blood sucking freak? That was
Vamp.
But around the time their original leader died in prison, the
unit began to unravel. They were always close to the edge, but
they became more and more extreme. Began to go after U.S.
allies,
even civilians. We estimate that no fewer than a hundred
people
died on accidents the Dead Cell arranged on their own. They
were
out of control -- and it all came to a head six months ago.
Pliskin : The unit was devastated. There are only three left now -- and
you just saw one of them.
Pliskin : How should I know? I told you they were on the lunatic fringe.
Raiden : You mean the incident that made this Big Shell necessary in
the
first place.
Pliskin : Right. And he was the one that sank that tanker.
Pliskin : Legends are usually bad news. There's not a lot of difference
between heroes and madmen...
Raiden : You're saying Snake is still alive and pulled another one?
Pliskin : No, he's not involved in this one. His body was positively
ID'd
two years ago. Snake is dead... And buried.
Raiden : What about the other soldiers? I saw Russian equipment too.
Navy SEAL : Come in Alpha Zero. This is Bravo Zero, currently at the
bridge between Struts B and C. The President is...
Navy SEAL : Damn, I can't hit this thing! It's like some bad dream.
Alpha! Anyone. Come in all Alpha! This is Bravo Zero.
[Pliskin reluctantly reaches for the radio. But an explosion is heard and
the
line goes dead.]
Raiden : Raiden.
Raiden : That again... I'm sorry, but I still don't have a clue.
Rose : Tomorrow seems more -- appropriate. I need all the help I can
get
so that I won't chicken out anyway.
Rose : I'm on it. I'll contact you as soon as I find out something.
[Raiden reaches the bridge and spots two SEALs firing prone at a target
across
the bridge. The target is a tall, slim, black woman with blonde hair.
She is
carrying a menacing gun and at her feet are a man in a suit and a black
suitcase. The bullets fired at her seem to move away when they near her.]
[Vamp walks out from the building behind her. He casually picks up the man
and the suitcase. As he begins to walk back to the building he pauses.]
Vamp : Queen.
[He walks back into the building with the President and the black
suitcase.]
[She fires her rail gun at the SEALs. The SEALs are thrown into the air
and
off the bridge. The walkway between the connecting bridge and the Shell 1
Core is destroyed. When the smoke clears one of the SEALs is hanging on
the
edge of the destroyed bridge. He tries to pull himself up but can't. He
falls into the ocean below as Fortune looks on unemotionally.]
Fortune : I'm so sorry my beauties. I'll see you again some day.
[As Fortune begins to walk away the seagulls begin to fall out of the sky.
Raiden stops watching and calls the Colonel on the Codec.]
Raiden : Colonel, SEAL Team 10's Bravo team was wiped out.
Colonel : I see.
Colonel : Both of them are at the bottom of the harbor. Looks like your
new hosts have a Harrier 2.
Colonel : Calm down. It just means they anticipated the attack. Besides,
since the SEALs drew their fire, your infiltration went off
without a hitch. On top of that, we know their defensive
capabilities.
Raiden : But...
Colonel : What are you talking about? Get to Strut C and find him!
Raiden : Who are they -- Dead Cell, I mean? They couldn't hit her, no
matter how hard they tried... And that vampire too. It's --
it's
like... It's like being in a nightmare you can't wake up from.
Raiden : And you Rose -- I can't believe you're on this mission. I keep
thinking I'll wake up...
Rose : Raiden, this is real. And that's why you won't wake up.
Rose : I've made up my mind to stay with you. Whether this is real or
a
bad dream, I'll keep watching you, till it's over.
Raiden : Thank you, Rose. And I won't let you be just a dream...
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Raiden : Freeze!
Man : I'm not NYPD. I came in with the Bravo Team. Who are you with
and
what happened to SEAL Team 10?
Pliskin : It's all right, he's not one of the bad guys.
[The man on the ground walks forward. He uses a cane to help him limp
along.]
Stillman : A poor old man who got dragged along for this picnic.
Stillman : I did. Can't keep up with everybody, as you can see. And a
famous
church got wiped off the map, thanks to me, with too many
lives
inside. All I lost was this leg.
Pliskin : Kid, this is THE bomb disposal guy. Open any explosives
disposal
textbook and you'll see his name.
Stillman : Heh, just ancient history now.
Pliskin : I wouldn't say that. There are at least two people here that
can
claim to be experts at bomb disposal.
Stillman : Are you two with SEAL Team 10? I didn't see you at the mission
briefing.
[Pliskin holds out his hand for Stillman to shake but Stillman ignores
him.]
Pliskin : Don't worry about me. And he looks young but he can do it. But
we need more manpower.
Raiden : I umm...
Raiden : Raiden.
Raiden : A engineer?
[Pictures of the SEALs exiting the choppers are shown. There is a man in a
white lab coat walking among them.]
Stillman : A skinny guy. He went in with us...
Raiden : I see...
Stillman : They told me he was the security systems architect for the Big
Shell.
Pliskin : We'll leave that for later. Right now, we need to figure out
how
to deal with all the bombs.
Raiden : But there's no one left from the SEAL's EOD (Explosive
Ordnance
Disposal) squad.
[Codec screen.]
Colonel : Glad to hear Stillman is safe. Assist him in any way possible
to
clear the C4 from the structure.
Raiden : Colonel, you know I've never been trained in bomb disposal.
Colonel : It's all right. The man you're working with is the best in the
field. All you have to do is follow his directions. You will
of
course keep your identity and mission objectives to yourself.
Colonel : You haven't had bomb disposal training per se in VR, but
you're
more than capable of handling C4.
Stillman : ...there we go. Simple, huh? The spray freezes the detonator
instantly.
Stillman : There's no way the thing can detonate in this condition. Even
if
you leave it alone it will stay out of commission for at least
24
hours.
Stillman : I know Fatman well. I know how into his own aesthetics he is.
Pliskin : Signatures?
Stillman : No, it was his own quirk. He wouldn't work by any rules except
his own, and he followed them like a religion. And common
sense
isn't one of his strong points. I thought I taught him
everything I knew... I have no children of my own, and I
thought
I found a son in him.
Stillman : Right... All I taught him were skills. And now I have to stop
him from using it to destroy us all.
Pliskin : Let's see how well that sensor works.
Stillman : Alright. I'm activating it, what. You see the green stuff on
the
radar? That's the visual representation of the C4 scent
detected
by the sensors.
Stillman : Just activate the sensors and search the area, okay.
Raiden : Alright.
Stillman : Don't forget that you need the radio to use this. Log into the
node in every strut and turn the radar on.
Raiden : Because the radar gets knocked offline when were spotted?
Raiden : Here?
Stillman : I know the layout of this facility and if he wants to take out
the plant, where he would target
Stillman : Of course. I taught him the techniques. His ideas are based on
my
theories. Demolition is a kind of ideology and makes no
exceptions to time or place. Big Shell consists of two
hexagons
end-on-end north to south. They should be backing C4 on each
of
the vertexes or the struts in this case. You need at least
that to
take a building of this integrity out.
[Both Raiden and Pliskin take their Coolant Spray and Sensors.]
Pliskin : Kid, this place is all yours. I'll take care of Shell 2.
Stillman : That engineer I told you about gave it to me. He was supposed
to
program a set of all access cards once we were on site.
Unfortunately, this card won't get you into every area of this
structure.
Stillman : But...
Pliskin : You'll just slow us down with that leg of yours. There's a war
going on here. I don't have time to baby-sit any more.
Raiden : Why don't you just let us do all the grunt work. You can tell
us
what to do over the radio like in the original mission plan.
Stillman : Alright. I'll give you instructions from here. I may also need
to prepare a back-up plan just in case.
Stillman : That man is no SEAL. I don't even think he's a Navy man.
Raiden : What?
Stillman : Normally, team leaders stay back and give orders over
headphones.
And as far as I know SEALs keep their officers away from the
field. And "who dares, wins" is a motto of the British Special
Air Service.
Raiden : I'm...
Raiden : What about you? They could be back in this area soon.
Stillman : I'll hide out in this pantry for a while. If I lock the door
it
should be alright. Plenty of food in here too, so there's no
need
to worry about me. I'll give you instructions from Codec from
here. Good luck.
Stillman : Bomb disposal is a face off with your own mortality. Don't let
the fear get to you. When you give into the fear, the darkness
comes.
[Stillman slides the door closed. Raiden begins to dispose of all the
bombs.]
Raiden : Are you saying they don't plan on blowing the Shell up?
Raiden : A trap?
Raiden : This is Raiden. The C4 found in Strut A has been frozen and
disposed of. Explosives were planted in the Pump Room on the
first floor.
Stillman : This is all wrong. This is something only an amateur would do.
All the bombs that have been found so far don't appear to be
in
the right kind of locations. And the quantity of explosives
isn't
sufficient either.
Stillman : No. there's something else going on here... Get a move on with
the disposal, Raiden. I've got a bad feeling about this.
Stillman : I don't know, but I'm going to tell Pliskin to watch his back
too. Just hurry.
[During his bomb disposal run, Raiden gets a call from Rose.]
Raiden : That's all right. It's just that I've never been trained in
this
stuff.
Rose : Oh Jack...
Raiden : But I'm okay. It's not like I'm in this alone.
Rose : Oh -- yeah, that's true. What do you think about when you're
defusing those things?
Raiden : ...
Rose : I was just kidding. But I guess this isn't a good time for
that.
Raiden : No, it is. And I do think about you. I'm trying to remember
what's so special about April 30th.
Rose : It's true that you're not the most patient man in the world.
Raiden : You're --
Raiden : Yeah?
Rose : Do you know why I took this job? I wanted to see what you were
really like.
[End transmission.]
[On the EF Connecting Bridge Raiden gets a call from a mysterious person.]
Colonel : I caught that part too, but the possibility of it being true
is
none. Gray Fox was the one who used that alias in Shadow
Moses,
and he's dead.
Man : I've taken care of that annoying fly. What's the situation
over
there?
Man : Ninja?
Olga : It's the only way to describe it. A kind of Cyborg Ninja,
complete with a sword.
Man : What?
Man : Where?
Man : Hmm...
[As Olga puts away her radio Raiden leaps out with his gun drawn.]
[Olga leaps over the railing sideways. Raiden rushes to the edge but sees
nobody there. He contacts Pliskin.]
Pliskin : That's right. She's led the group ever since her old man,
Colonel
Gurlukovich, died. Watch yourself with her. She's a tough one.
Raiden : Raiden here. The C4 reported on the roof of Strut E has been
taken care of. Explosives were planted on the Harrier 2
stationed
on the roof.
Pliskin : A hell of a lot of C4's packed into the bottom of the strut.
Pete
called it right.
Stillman : No, they're a threat all right, but the detonation wouldn't be
enough to destroy the entire Shell. But the C4's Pliskin found
would inflict serious structural damage.
Pliskin : That's not the bad news either. These are sensor-proof.
Stillman : What!?
Pliskin : New model, I guess. The ionization sensor can't detect them.
The
whole thing is sealed tight to prevent vapor leak, and there's
no trace of that cologne signature. Pete, looks like he fooled
you.
Stillman : Yes...
Stillman : Are there more out there? I'll go see for myself.
Stillman : Hold on! There's something not right about this one, I can
feel
it.
Stillman : No, there's no need. Raiden, you have one left to go, correct?
Raiden : You'll never make it. With that bad leg of yours, they'll spot
you for sure.
Stillman : That won't happen. I... I can walk just fine. I can even
run...
That bomb, five years ago. I messed up. Even with all my
experience, I lost it. And a church was lost in the explosion.
All those kids playing nearby too... These past five years,
I've
lived a lie.
Raiden : Lied?
Stillman : Yes, lied. I didn't lose my leg in the explosion. So many dead
-- all because of my mistake. All I could think about was
hiding
from the crime, shielding myself from the public outcry. I
wanted
people to be sorry for me, for my weakness... I faked being a
victim myself because I couldn't bear to face the families of
the
real victims. This is no prosthetic. I can keep my footing on
catwalks and hike over deserts. I lived my lie so well I
haven't
even answered to myself for my sins... It was supposed to be a
shield. And it's become a shroud instead. I've killed my soul
by
playing the victim. Instead of protecting me, it's made my
life
even more hellish.
Stillman : God forgive me... I can walk with my own two feet. And I need
them to stop Fatman. His crimes are also mine -- one of
omission,
and arrogance. No one should teach the skills I taught him
without a clear conscience. This is the only way I can defuse
my
own sins.
Pliskin : I get you, Pete. That one's all yours. You got it, Raiden?
Raiden : I understand.
Pliskin : You're way ahead of me, kid. I still have one to go. How's
your
bomb, Peter?
Stillman : It's a bomb all right. Sealed C4, and in huge quantities...
Stillman : I have a sensor that can locate even those scentless C4's. It
makes combined use of a neutron scintillator and a hydrogen
bomb
detector.
Stillman : I just tested it, and it definitely responds. But the best I
can
do is a sound beacon, not the radar.
Raiden : Sound?
Stillman : The shorter the interval between beacons, the closer the
target.
Stillman : I'm going to study it some more, and see if the freezing
process
will work. Don't touch the other one until I say so.
Stillman : I'm looking at it, but I'm keeping my distance. How's Pliskin
doing?
Pliskin : A few more minutes... I just got to the last strut, but there
are a few enemy sentries I have to take care of.
Stillman : Maybe. It's an odd one -- the detonator hasn't been activated.
But the sensors are live... Which means...
Stillman : Damn! That WAS it! The detonator just woke up. It's counting
down!
Stillman : The big ones were rigged to be activated when all the baby
C4's
went offline... Raiden, the one in Shell 1 should be counting
down too. Hurry!
[Raiden heads for the Deep Sea Dock. On his way down he receives a call
from
Stillman.]
Raiden : Microwave?
Stillman : There's less than 30 seconds left. It's too late. Pliskin, get
away from Strut H, as fast as you can.
Pliskin : Pete --
Stillman : Raiden, keep your distance. Use the spray from as far away as
possible. You can do it. I know that.
[The bomb goes off. Stillman screams as his line drops dead.]
[Raiden reaches and defuses the final bomb. He calls the Colonel]
Raiden : Colonel, I've neutralized the bomb. It was a great loss for
everyone.
Colonel : Seems that the duct for diverting the contaminated sea water
was
destroyed. And the central section of Shell 2 is flooding. The
explosion's ignited the oil slick on the surface.
Colonel : Shell 1 was unaffected. The price was high, but the threat of
the
bomb is over for now.
Colonel : A hostage has been killed -- shot in the head. They shot one
of
them on the roof, just to make sure we caught it. One of our
satellites caught it, clear as day.
Raiden : Damn!
Colonel : They announced that they would kill one every hour from now
on.
Rose : Jack, be reasonable. I know what you're feeling, but you can't
save them all.
Raiden : Well...
Colonel : Raiden, go and rescue the President. You can start off by
getting
to the upper level of Strut A.
[Raiden moves through the next door. He can hear the sound of the elevator
descending. Out of the elevator steps Fortune with her rail gun. She
walks
forward slowly. On the floor a gathering of sea lice begins to split
before
her as she walks towards them.]
Fortune : I can't tell you how happy I am to see your alive after all. I
knew this moment would come. Show yourself and finish me --
like
you finished off my father. Otherwise you will be the one to
die.
Raiden : Oh crap.
[Fortune shoots off a round towards Raiden. He leaps to the side, barely
avoiding the shot. He rolls out to the side and draws his SOCOM and
points
it at Fortune.]
Fortune : That's not him. This could be -- interesting. You've seen the
fires of hell -- haven't you?
[The elevator door closes and it goes up, trapping Raiden down in the Deep
Sea Dock.]
Fortune : Maybe you can give me death. My name is Fortune. Lucky in war
and
nothing else. And without a death to call my own. Hurry. Kill
me,
please.
[Fortune and Raiden battle. Raiden tries to shoot but all his shots get
deflected and miss their target. Raiden is contacted by the Colonel after
a
long time of dodging her shots.]
Colonel : Raiden, Fatman just contacted us directly.
Raiden : What!?
Colonel : I'll show you the count. There are 400 seconds remaining.
[End transmission. The elevator descends as Raiden peers out from a crate.
When the doors open Vamp walks towards Fortune.]
Vamp : I'll take over Queen. It seems our friend Fatman is out of
control.
Vamp : Who knows. But he nothing more than a stereotypical mad bomber
now. He's completely lost sight of our ideals. And with it,
his
loyalty to Commander Jackson.
Raiden : Now!
[He fires off three or four rounds at Fortune but they all veer off course.
Two of the bullets hit Vamp. One in the stomach and one in the head. He
falls backwards. A startled Fortune catches him before he hits the
ground.]
Fortune : !
Raiden : Damn!
Fortune : Vamp. Are you gone? No. No that bullet was meant for me... Why
am
I the only one that can't die? Alone again... Cheated out of
death again... How long will you force me to live? How much
longer dad?
Fortune : I thought you could give me peace. But you couldn't kill me
either.
[Raiden moves past Fortune, never taking his gun or eyes off of her. As
Raiden steps in Fortune's tears roll off of her face and strike Vamp.
After
Raiden has ascended Vamp lets out an icy breath.]
Fortune : !
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04) Laugh and Grow Fat
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[Raiden makes it to Strut E and defuses the bomb atop the heliport.]
Fatman : So your the one. You're right on time I see. I like a punctual
man.
Fatman : Can you hear it? Hear this rhythm? This is the rhythm of time
--
and life! Don't you love the sound. I used to hang around
department store clock counters.
[Fatman pops out from behind a crate. He has roller blades on and he is
wearing a green bomb suit with leg guards. He is holding a glass of red
wine
with a straw.]
Fatman : Life is short! Bombs tell the time with every moment of their
existence and nothing else announces it's own end with such a
fanfare. Glad you could make it -- the party is about to
start.
Raiden : If you destroy the Big Shell, you'll never get your ransom.
Raiden : !?
Fatman : Oh, you'll know soon enough. And I could care less of what
they
plan to do. My ambitions are much more simple. To be the most
famous bomber of them all.
Fatman : Oh yes they will. I'll go down in history -- as the man who
beat
Peter Stillman. That's the only reason I existed.
[Fatman laughs.]
Fatman : Call it what you want. Only the right stuff survived that
hell.
Set me free you know... Opened my way to a new dimension. So I
can become the Emperor among detonation devotees!
Raiden : Your nothing but a common criminal and that's the only way
people
will remember you.
[Fatman chucks his wine glass on the ground. It shatters. Fatman throw up
his arms.
[Raiden disables the bombs quickly and manages to wound the bomber. Fatman
collapses to the ground. When Raiden reaches him blood is starting to
seep
through the chest of his bomb suit.]
[Fatman pulls out a small black device and pushes a button on it. A
beeping
noise is heard. Raiden grabs the black device.]
Fatman : I have beautiful hands. These delicate hands can craft works
of
art.
Fatman : This is the switch for the biggest bomb in the entire place.
Raiden : Huh?
[Raiden tosses the switch to the side and aims his gun at it.]
Fatman : Somewhere in this area... Don't worry, it's very close by.
Raiden : Damn!
Fatman : Think you can find it? When it goes off it'll take the Big
Shell
with it.
[Fatman dies. Raiden lifts up Fatman's body to find the last bomb. He
quickly freezes it. The Colonel calls him up.]
Colonel : Good work, Raiden. Looks like all the bombs are neutralized.
One
of their main leverages is now gone. That leaves --
Raiden : Colonel, Fatman didn't seem to know about the ransom demands.
Colonel : You haven't been in the central core yet. I suggest you start
there.
Colonel : Could be better. Looks like I was out cold for a while.
Raiden : Friend?
Raiden : Well, looks like there's not much danger of that in any case.
Pliskin : But the central core is starting to flood. It won't last much
longer.
Pliskin : Right. And it comes with a passenger limit. Intel has it that
there are about thirty hostages.
Pliskin : No, but I brought a gearhead with me. He's a good guy. I'll
introduce you later.
Raiden : Pliskin, I'm on the heliport right now, but I don't see their
Harrier. It's out somewhere.
Pliskin : We'd better move now then. Our chances with a Harrier after us
are close to nothing.
Raiden : The President is at the top of our rescue list. These are our
orders, Lieutenant J.G.
[End transmission. As Raiden exits the heliport a ninja pops out from
nowhere. He looks very similar to Grey Fox in MGS but his suit is colored
differently.]
Mr. X : But come, let's get out of the open. Follow me.
Mr. X : I've been ordered to give you backup, including the relaying
of
necessary intel.
Mr. X : You are not yet trusted to make such decisions. I'll tell you
something you do need to know, instead. The current location
of
the President. Or rather, the person who knows the current
location of the President.
Mr. X : A Secret Service agent named Ames, currently being held with
the
other hostages.
Mr. X : The head of the President's security detail. Ames has been
fitted
with the same type of VIP nanomachine system as the President.
If
you're within range, you should be able to communicate.
Raiden : Do you have any other leads? ...Where are those hostages?
Mr. X : Ha ha ha ha.
Mr. X : The hostages are being held in B1 Conference Room in the Shell
1
Core. You'll find him in there.
Mr. X : Take this. This security card will unlock all the level 3
security doors including those in the Shell 1 core. It's
called
a PAN card. It works together with your body's own electrical
field. And watch yourself. The Core is more heavily guarded
than
any other section of the Big Shell. You'll get nowhere dressed
like that. Try this instead...
Mr. X : The surveillance camera won't let you on the elevator without
the right uniform.
Mr. X : Men assigned to the Core and other areas are given different
color uniforms. The uniform alone won't get you in there.
Mr. X : All men assigned to the core section are carrying AK's.
Mr. X : You'll also have to pass a retinal scan to get into the
conference hall.
Mr. X : Nothing but the real thing will suffice. Deception is not an
option.
[Codec screen.]
Mr. X : I suggest you hurry. They have the nuke on their side.
Mr. X : You didn't find their continuing presence here unusual? Even
with
the President as hostage, this is an island -- and they have
no
visible means of escape...
Mr. X : You saw it too I believe -- the Navy man with half a handcuff.
The other half was attached to the football, or the black case
if
you like. The nuclear button, and now they have it.
[Codec Screen.]
Mr. X : But they did have to. Because, after all, the Big Shell is the
farthest thing from a cleanup plant there is. Dead Cell didn't
have to bring a nuke along with them. It was right here to
begin
with. Nothing in this affair is what it seems.
Mr. X : You might be glad you have it. Keep the controller vibration
function on.
Colonel : He's not one of ours. No -- we have no one like that in our
unit.
Raiden : He said that the Big Shell was housing a new model of Metal
Gear.
Colonel : I've been completely open with you, Raiden. I've told you
everything.
Colonel : Snap out of it, Raiden! I'll have the Metal Gear rumor looked
into. You need to make contact with this Ames.
Raiden : Understood.
[Raiden finds an AK and makes his way into the Shell 1 Core. He passes the
retinal scan by capturing an enemy soldier and have him use the device.]
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05) Is that really Solid Snake?
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[As Raiden enters we can see that the room is filled with men and women in
business suits and various formal attire. There is a guard patrolling as
Raiden makes his way down the stairs. When he reaches the bottom he is
contacted by the Colonel.]
Colonel : Raiden, one of those hostages in there is Ames. The only thing
we
know is that Ames wears a pacemaker. His heartbeat should
sound
different from other people's, so use the directional
microphone
to locate him. Once you recognize Ames by his heartbeat, keep
the
microphone pointed toward him. Then push the Action Button and
call out to him. If it really is Ames, he should respond in
some
way.
Colonel : The guards may get suspicious and come running instead.
Security
could get tighter too.
Colonel : Don't call out to a hostage with the Action button until
you're
fairly sure that it's Ames. If you do make a mistake, switch
the
microphone for an AK and get out of there before a guard gets
suspicious. If you're discovered inside, they'll cut off your
retreat and call in the reinforcements. You won't make it out
of
the room. The mission will be over if your discovered.
Don your disguise and look for Ames while deflecting the
enemy's
suspicion.
[Raiden finds Ames with the microphone and he kneels down to him and
whispers
to him.]
Raiden : You must be Ames. Keep still and listen to me. I'm not a
terrorist. I got in here using one of their uniforms. I'm
taking
off the tape, stay quiet.
Raiden : What?
Ames : Your here to find out where the President is. We have little
time so I'll be brief. How about switching to
nanocommunications
first?
Raiden : Nanocommunications?
Ames : Almost certainly. He was moved to the first floor of Shell 2's
core section.
Raiden : The first floor, the core of Shell 2... Is he still there?
Raiden : You don't think he's been -- like the other hostages...? A
hostage was killed in retaliation after the SEAL 10 disaster,
remember?
Ames : Right. And the case won't do a thing by itself. That case may
be
the single most advanced example of a weapons fail-safe
system.
The password is nothing less than the physiological data of
the
U.S. President.
Raiden : In other words, the login must be made of the President's own
free will.
Ames : ...Haven't they told you anything? The entire thing was
planned
-- the oil spill, the tanker accident that caused it,
everything.
The Big Shell was built specifically for the development of a
new
Metal Gear model. The inspection tour was to check its
progress...
Ames : Wait!
[Raiden takes out his microphone and points it in direction of the room.]
Ocelot : The circulation system for the contaminated water has been
damaged. The water being drawn in is overflowing and the lower
block of the central section is flooding.
Snake : Seal the connecting pathway Shells 1 and 2.
Ocelot : No.
Ocelot : The password entry has already been made to the black case. In
one hour we'll need a confirmation from him. His work is done
after that.
Ocelot : Almost complete. The code has already been input. All we need
now
is for the girl to start the system.
Olga : Where it isn't do? When you watched my father die and did
nothing.
Olga : I have the case file for Shadow Moses, by the way.
Ocelot : How meaningful you make that sound. Of Sergei were still
alive...
Olga : If the old man were still alive I wouldn't need to take orders
from you!
Ocelot : Olga, Sergei was my best friend.
[Olga whips out her pistol and points it at Ocelot. Ocelot does likewise.]
Ocelot : Listen daughter of Sergei. Don't ever let me see your gun
pointed
at me again!
[Olga puts her gun away. ocelot does likewise after twirling his gun a
bit.]
Snake : Enough! I let you both in when no one else would. You think
any
government would have you two as irregulars in this political
climate? The worst kind of wetworks maybe -- but even that's
doubtful. I recommend against switching camps. You've nowhere
left to go.
[Olga spins on her heel and leaves the room. Ocelot's arm begins to
twitch.]
Ocelot : U-ughh!
Ocelot : This damn right arm -- Liquid! It's almost as if it's having
it's
revenge.
Snake : How much do you think we spent on that arm in Leyon? The best
transplant surgery team in the world.
Ocelot : There's something going on. The incidents are becoming more
frequent. Maybe that man's presence...
Snake : Ocelot, I leave this place in your hands. I have the intruder
to
take care of.
Ames : Solid Snake did die. But he's also here in the Shell. Either
he
survived or there is two of them.
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : You said the password entry into the Black Case had to be made
by
the President willingly.
Ames : We're running out of time. They WILL fire a nuke. You know
what
you need to do before then.
Raiden : Fire the nuke? But it's nowhere close to the ransom deadline.
Ames : Ransom?
Ames : What are you babbling about! The nuclear strike is not a
threat
-- it's been the objective all along!
Ames : But that isn't their aim. What they plan to do is "liberate"
Manhattan, pull it offline, and turn it into some kind of a
republic. Hence "Sons of Liberty," I suppose.
Ocelot : No need for denials. You know what you are -- Colonel Ames.
They
knew that the President was planning to betray them, so they
sent
you in to keep tabs on him. Am I right?
[Ames suddenly gets to his knees and advances in a panic towards Ocelot.]
[Ames collapses to the ground, dead. Ocelot then turns his Revolver to
Raiden.]
Ocelot : You, which team are you with? Show me your face!
[Mr. X suddenly drops down from the ceiling. He swings his sword down to
cut
off Ocelot's arm but Ocelot dodges the blow. Some of the soldiers fire at
Mr. X. He deftly deflects all the bullets sent his way. Some of the
deflected bullets strike the hostages. He begins to cover Raiden's escape
route.]
[Raiden is heading up the stairs when some of the guards whirl around to
fire
at Raiden. Mr. X leaps in and blocks the bullets for Raiden.]
Raiden : I've also been told that the nuclear strike was what the
terrorists were after from the start. NOT the thirty billion
dollars!
Colonel : I am not keeping back anything! It's not as though I'm told
all
the facts either! I'm pulling in all the favors I can to look
into all this. Just be a little patient.
Colonel : According to Ames, yes. But it's also true that they're about
to
get rid of the President. There's something else going on
here,
and the President may be able to tell you what it is when you
see
him in person. Once they get the confirmation for nuclear
launch,
they'll do it. You need to rescue the President before then.
Rose : Jack, I agree with the Colonel. You need to protect the
President
for now.
[End transmission.]
Pliskin : I'm cut off from the core where I am. It's a mess here.
Pliskin : Target the control units and destroy them. Make sure you don't
shoot the Semtex.
Raiden : That's the Semtex... And that must be the control unit.
Pliskin : Full tank. I'm heading for Shell 1 now. What about that
Harrier?
Raiden : Can you cover the hostages? They're being held on level B1 in
the
core. Pliskin, you didn't happen to find any other places
where
hostages were being held, did you?
Raiden : There's a few short of thirty. One dead, and several wounded.
Pliskin : I sabotaged it. It can't come after us if it can't get off the
ground. We'll have to make two trips.
Pliskin : I have a pilot who's flown the civilian model, the KA-62, in
VR.
There's not a whole lot of difference between the military KA-
60
and the civilian model.
Raiden : Otacon?
Raiden : Colonel, I need some answers from you. Who exactly is Pliskin
and
his partner?
Raiden : It keeps coming back to Shadow Moses. And now this Otacon...
Rose : A.k.a. Hal Emmerich, Ph.D. A Shadow Moses survivor. Snake and
Otacon both became fugitives after Shadow Moses, wanted for
acts
of terrorism.
Raiden : I look back on what I've done here so far and things like
training and sense of duty alone won't get you through a
sneaking
mission like this.
Raiden : You need something -- higher. I can't think of the right word,
but...it has to be pure will, backed up by -- by courage, or
ideals, or something like that. I'd stake my life on it. The
Solid Snake that saved Shadow Moses couldn't turn into a
terrorist.
Colonel : Maybe that's true, but they went down with that tanker two
years
ago. We even recovered Snake's body. And the DNA test results
on
the body say it's him.
Rose : Jack, I know what you're saying, but Snake is dead. He can't
be
here, not even as this Dr. Hal Emmerich.
Raiden : But that also means that he can't be the terrorist leader
behind
this thing!
Caped Man : I've been waiting for you. A messenger -- from the Patriots!
Caped Man : No, not just around here. I'm the boss to surpass Big Boss
himself.
[Pliskin yells from the chopper, which has come back to the bridge.]
Raiden : Snake?
[Snake unloads a clip at the man. One of the bullets hits the Semtex and
it
detonates. In the explosion the man dashes forward as his cape burns from
the heat. He is wearing a full body exoskeleton.]
[Pliskin fires more shots but they all get deflected by the man in the
exoskeleton.]
Solidus : GHHHH!!
[Pliskin loads and fires a grenade at Solidus. Solidus leaps into the air
and
lands on a pipe that is carrying some liquids between the shells.]
[Pliskin fires another grenade. This time it finds its mark. Solidus is
thrown off of the pipe and drops down below.]
[Pliskin looks below but he sees a Harrier 2 hovering with Solidus standing
atop it. Vamp is piloting.]
[As Solidus gets inside the cockpit of the Harrier the Kasatka flies off.]
Solidus : The world needs only one Big Boss! I'll drown you fools for
interfering!
[The Harrier fires two missiles at either end of the bridge, sealing off
any
exit for Raiden. the Kasatka comes back into view.]
[Raiden shoots down the Harrier promptly. It starts to become unstable and
it loses altitude very quickly. It crashes into the Connecting Bridge and
takes a large bit of it out. As the Harrier falls towards the water
Solidus
has a wound on his eye. It appears to be lost. Pliskin spots something
rushing towards the surface.]
[Metal Gear Ray leaps out of the water and cleanly grabs the falling
Harrier
jet.]
[Ray falls back to the water. it fires off some rocket clusters that rain
down all around the area. One of the rockets hits the Kasatka and it
starts
to bleed out some smoke. One of them hits close to Raiden and he is
knocked
aside and has to dangle on a narrow railing. The Kasatka lands on the
heliport safely and Raiden begins to haul himself up.]
[Raiden and Pliskin and Otacon watch Vamp run across the water and then up
the
side of one of the struts. Raiden gets a call from Pliskin.]
Raiden : Oh...
Raiden : OK... Can I ask you something? Are you THE Snake? They said
you
were dead...
Snake : No, not me. There are still too many things I need to do.
Raiden : Snake, you're a legend -- and that's why I need to ask you
this.
Raiden : I'm here because I was assigned to this mission, not because I
want to. If I could, I'd be out of here in a second. How could
you come back to all this? Why keep fighting?
Raiden : Wha...?
Snake : We're not tools of the government or anyone else. Fighting was
the only thing I was good at, but... At least I always fought
for
what I believed in...
Raiden : What about -- what about the DNA results from that body?
Otacon : That was Liquid's body. He and Snake are identical on the
genetic
level.
Raiden : Liquid.
Otacon : A deception -- for our own protection. We stole his frozen
body
from some organization. Kind of a hassle though...
Snake : We work on our own. But it's a cause worth fighting for.
Raiden : Why would you stick your neck out for something this risky?
Snake : That's the way I used to look at it, four years ago. I was
holed
up in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, drinking too much.
Otacon : We're here to stop all that, but I also have a personal
motive.
Snake : Looks like the terrorists have his sister in the Big Shell.
We're
here on our own, not under anyone's orders. We have our own
battles. Otacon's here for someone -- I'm not.
Rose : You will make it back. I'm with you all the way, remember...
Colonel : It's not too late. You can still prevent a nuclear strike by
securing the President and preventing password confirmation
from
taking place. Get to the President. He's in the core section
of
Shell 2.
Rose : I'm checking the satellite images... Looks like you can get to
the core from the other side of Strut L.
Colonel : The core hasn't gone under yet from what we can tell. Follow
the
railings down, then jump onto the pipes.
Rose : The only viable strut in the outer perimeter is the L. That
attack just now doesn't make any sense -- it's like they have
no
more use for this place.
Raiden : Colonel, you were monitoring the Codec calls. That man was the
real Snake, all along...
Colonel : Maybe.
Raiden : Maybe?
Raiden : You can take your simulation and...! We're out here, we bleed,
we
die!
Rose : Calm down!
Colonel : I suggest that you do, Raiden. Even if that is Snake, that has
no
bearing on your mission.
Raiden : Colonel, you and Snake used to be on the same side. I don't
understand. I read about you and Snake in "In the Darkness of
Shadow Moses"...
Colonel : I don't give a damn what that piece of trash said. Do you get
me?
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06) Don't touch me there!
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Solidus : Olga, calm yourself! I'm not changing my plans for your
personal
feelings.
Olga : Then screw your plan. I've been waiting for this day for two
years and I will send him to the bottom of the ocean -- right
next to my old man!
Olga : Damn.
Solidus : Why?
Solidus : We'll talk later. We need to get started on the final check
for
the unit.
Solidus : The Kamov is out of action. Take the Oil Fence from Strut L.
Solidus : Not yet, there retrieval comes last. The intruder is still at
large.
Olga : Hmm...
Solidus : Of course.
Olga : The door stays shut unless the President manages to take out
that
circuit panel from inside the room -- and that's no job for
bare
hands.
Solidus : What?
Olga : We live for Russia when this mission is over. I want half the
money for that.
Olga : The old man is dead -- the world is a different place now.
Olga : Just a reminder, I'm going to say this one last time: Don't
try
anything on us.
Raiden : I'm in front of the room where they're keeping the President.
Raiden : No sign of flooding, but I can't get close to the door. The
floor
is electrified.
Colonel : Right.
Colonel : Right. But make sure you don't hit the President.
Raiden : Understood.
[End transmission. Raiden heads down to B2 of the Shell 2 Core to find the
Nikita.]
Colonel : Stroke the water and move forward by pushing the Punch button.
Push in rapid succession to swim faster. Change your heading
with
the left analog stick. Up will take you up, down takes you
lower,
left and right face those directions. The O2 Gauge will appear
under your Life Gauge while you're underwater. The gauge
corresponds to the amount of air you can hold from a single
deep
breath. Once the O2 Gauge falls to zero, the Life Gauge will
start to drop. You need to be aware of that.
[End transmission. Raiden finds the Nikita and takes out the circuit
breaker.
Inside the room he finds President James Johnson. He is wearing a red
tie,
white shirt, and black pants. Raiden walks towards him.]
Johnson : Is this some kind of sick joke -- I thought you came to kill
me?
Raiden : ?
[Codec screen.]
Johnson : If you asked me two hours ago, my answer would have been yes.
Right now, they're keeping me alive until my vital signs are
reconfirmed.
Johnson : I wouldn't quite put it that way. I wanted power. They sought
destruction.
Raiden : ?
Johnson : I don't have any control. The real power is in the Patriots'
hands.
Johnson : The truth behind this country... I'm not surprised you've
never
heard of them. Very few are aware of their existence, even
among
those with codeword clearance.
Raiden : ?
Johnson : Politics, the military, the economy -- they control it all.
They
even choose who becomes President... Putting it simply, the
Patriots rule this country.
Raiden : No...
Johnson : Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's the truth. The Space
Defense,
income tax reduction and the National Missile Defense (NMD)
programs -- Every policy that's been credited to me was
actually
done according to their instructions.
Johnson : That's what the Patriots want the country to believe... It's
all
a show. "Democracy" is just a filler for textbooks! Think
about
it! Do you actually believe that public opinion influences the
government?
Raiden : ...No.
Johnson : This country is shaped and controlled as the Patriots see fit.
The people are shown what they want to believe. What you call
government is actually a well-staged production aimed at
satisfying the public!
Raiden : ...
Johnson : Don't look at me like that -- I'm legally sane, you know.
[Twelve grainy black and white pictures appear on screen one by one. There
are men in the pictures. There is a red bar over each of their eyes.]
Johnson : The Patriots -- even I don't know who the actual members are.
Are
they financial, political, or military leaders? No one knows
who
the Patriots really are. Even my instructions come from a
cut-out. All I've been told is that every key decision is made
by
a group of twelve men known as the Wisemen's Committee.
[Codec screen.]
Johnson : Yes. I'd intended to use the new Metal Gear as a bargaining
chip...
Raiden : ?
Raiden : So you changed your mind because you wanted to avoid global
chaos?
Johnson : My predecessor... George Sears. That was the name the public
came
to know him by. But I knew him by his codename, "Solidus
Snake."
He was the third Snake, preceded by Solid and Liquid... a
survivor of the Les Enfants Terrible project. Neither Solid
nor
Liquid, he was a well-balanced masterpiece that the Patriots
saw
fit to entrust with the Presidency. However, he fell out of
grace
with the organization four years ago when, acting on his own,
he
started an incident.
Johnson : Yes, that's right. At the time, the DARPA Chief, Donald
Anderson
-- together with certain influential parties -- initiated the
development of Metal Gear REX and an advanced nuclear warhead.
However, this did not fall in line with the Patriots' plans.
What's more, Solidus decided on his own to send his most
trusted
man, Ocelot, to provoke Liquid Snake, bringing about the said
incident. As a result, he succeeded in obtaining REX and the
data on the warhead. But in doing so, he ended up revealing
the
existence... of both REX and the Genome army -- a blunder that
earned him the wrath of the Patriots. Shortly thereafter,
Solidus
was removed from the Presidential Office.
Johnson : That's the story given to the general public. Following his
"resignation," the Patriots selected me -- their new pawn, for
the Presidency.
Raiden : But that would mean that the Presidential race was --
Johnson : That was quite a show, wasn't it? It was a well-scripted drama
staged by the Patriots for the benefit of the public. Even the
Democrats and Republicans were dancing to the Patriots' tune.
Everything went according to plan, but for one exception...
Raiden : ?
Raiden : Capped...?
Johnson : Correct. But before the Patriots could execute their plot,
Solidus went underground with the help of Ocelot. As he
avoided
pursuit, Solidus gained control of Dead Cell, winning over
Colonel Gurlukovich's outfit. From there, he bided his time,
knowing that his opportunity would soon arrive...
Raiden : ?
Johnson : What you saw was Metal Gear RAY -- hijacked two years ago from
the Marines by Ocelot. That was not the new Metal Gear.
Raiden : Then, where's the new Metal Gear? You're standing in it. To be
more precise, this entire "Big Shell" facility is the new
Metal
Gear.
Johnson : No. I'm quite serious. The upper structure that you've seen is
camouflage designed to represent an offshore cleanup facility.
The main structure extends from the foundation all the way
down
to the ocean floor. The connecting elevator is located on the
B2
floor of the Shell 1 Core. Arsenal Gear... that's the code
name
for the new Metal Gear.
Raiden : Arsenal?
Raiden : Mass-produced...?
Johnson : The RAY unit was originally designed for the Marines to be
used
as a countermeasure against the Metal Gear variations
throughout
the world. The Patriots had RAY redesigned to protect the new
Arsenal Gear.
Johnson : Ironic, isn't it? That's not all. Arsenal Gear has full access
to
the Military's Tactical Network, giving it the ability to
exercise absolute control over our nation's armed forces, not
to
mention our nuclear armament. In short, Arsenal was created to
be
the core of our country.
Raiden : ?
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : The Patriots will use it to keep their place as the country's
true rulers.
Raiden : By what?
Raiden : ?
Johnson : Yes, the "GW" system is the Patriots' trump card. Arsenal Gear
will be fully operational when "GW" is successfully
integrated.
Once operational, it will be a completely new form of power
for
the Patriots to wield. I had hoped to seize the project from
them
so that I would be in a strong bargaining position...
Johnson : I'd hoped to trade my way into their ranks. But Solidus
preferred
rebellion. Outer Heaven -- his plan to unleash a nuclear blast
over the skies of Wall Street to break the Patriots' control
over
the business community -- is also a key factor in his
offensive
effort.
Raiden : Outer Heaven...?
Johnson : Listen. There isn't much time. The "football" served as the
key
for activating Arsenal Gear. I've already input the necessary
code sequence... It won't be long before "GW" begins to
establish connections with other external systems and Arsenal
Gear becomes fully operational. Stop them before that happens.
That is your role.
Raiden : Role?
Johnson : You've got to find Emma Emmerich. She's the only one who can
stop
that thing once it's been activated.
Johnson : She's the system programmer for Arsenal Gear. I believe she's
somewhere on level B1 in the core of this building.
Johnson : I'm sure they won't let her die just yet as she's the only
remaining programmer for this project. According to Ocelot,
she
was being held in locker room located in the northwest part of
level B1. Cut transmission, and get moving!
Johnson : Here's security card 4. It will give you access all the way to
Emma's location. Give this to her when you find her.
Raiden : A virus?
Raiden : ?
[A gunshot rings out. Johnson stumbles as blood pours from his chest.
Raiden
stands back non-plussed.]
Ocelot : Or is it Ex-president?
[The President dies. Raiden walks out into the hallway and calls up the
Colonel.]
Raiden : Your mission was to rescue the President and eliminate the
terrorist threat. However, given the recent turn of events, we
will honor the President's last directive. You must put a stop
to
Arsenal Gear once and for all.
Raiden : Do you actually think there's any truth to his story about
this
Big Shell facility being a front for Arsenal Gear?
Raiden : Aren't you forgetting that he was part of the terrorist plot?
Colonel : All the more reason why I believe his information is reliable.
We're talking about a man who chose to die rather than risk a
nuclear holocaust. Thanks to his sacrifice, the nuclear launch
authority has shifted to the Vice President, effectively
eliminating the terrorist threat.
Raiden : Colonel, when you put it like that, it almost sounds like I
should've assassinated the President to "eliminate the
threat."
Colonel : That was not my intention. I was trying to point out that
there
is certainly some credibility to the words of a man who chose
death to protect the innocent.
Rose : The Colonel has a point, Jack.
Colonel : That's a new one on me. I'll see what I can find out. Raiden,
we're running out of time. Find Emma. She's supposed to be
located on level B1, in the core of that building you're in,
right? You've got to find her before Arsenal becomes fully
operational.
Snake : Yeah...
Raiden : Am I correct in assuming you also know that the Big Shell's a
front for the project!?
Snake : You mean, did I know that the Big Shell, a fully functional
environmental cleanup facility, was designed to camouflage
Arsenal Gear? Yeah, I did.
Raiden : It's exactly what the President and Ames described... a
massive
cover story.
Otacon : The good news is that it hasn't really done much in terms of
cleaning up the environment, so we won't have to worry about
any
toxic gas being released if we have to blow the house down.
Raiden : Right... and when did you find out about all of this?
Snake : It took a while, but we uncovered the info around the time you
took out that mad bomber.
Raiden : ...
Raiden : I remember these pictures. They were on the news and several
websites. If I remember right, the reporters blamed you for
sinking the tanker.
Otacon : We hoped that by going public with the photos of the new Metal
Gear we could persuade the government. At least that was the
plan
at the time.
Snake : I'd infiltrated the dummy tanker to obtain proof that a Metal
Gear was under development. Shortly after I made it aboard, an
armed group led by Colonel Gurlukovich raided the ship and
gained control.
Snake : A man that was supposed to be dead. Their target was also
Metal
Gear RAY. But Ocelot eliminated Colonel Gurlukovich and Marine
Commander Scott Dolph -- and he hijacked RAY.
Snake : I don't know what kind of deal was going down. All I remember
is
what Ocelot said at the time -- something about taking it
back.
Ocelot then sank the tanker along with the soldiers of the
Marine
Corps...
[Codec screen.]
Otacon : That was the easy part. The tough part was not getting dragged
down with the sinking tanker -- small miracle when you think
about it.
Snake : It turned out that the whole thing was a setup to lure us.
Otacon : Since the Shadow Moses incident, Snake became sort of a hero.
I
think the Patriots weren't too happy about that.
Raiden : That's it! They set all this up just to nail you guys?
Otacon : No. There's more to it than that -- the Marines' Metal Gear
RAY
project headed by Commander Dolph was carried out in
opposition
to the Navy's Arsenal Gear project. To be more precise, the
Patriots considered Metal Gear RAY to be a thorn in their
side.
Hence, they attacked the dummy tanker and stole RAY... They
followed this up with the perfect plan. They immediately sent
a
fully loaded tanker to the same location and sank it, then set
up
the facility to camouflage the development of Arsenal Gear.
Raiden : Was Solidus behind all this? He used Ocelot to get hold of
RAY,
huh?
Raiden : ?
[Codec screen.]
Snake : Forget it. We're wasting time. We can figure this out later.
The
nuclear strike's been prevented, but Arsenal still has a
massive
payload of missiles to deal with.
Otacon : My sister.
Raiden : What's she doing here? You got me. She's a computer whiz who
specializes in neural-AI and ultra-variable volume data
analysis
using complex logic. How she got involved in weapons
development
is beyond me.
Raiden : ...
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07) This guy is really a pain the arse
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[Raiden makes his way through the flooded levels of B1 in the Shell 2 Core.
He
surfaces at an air pocket to catch his breath when he is contacted by
Otacon.]
Otacon : Raiden, are you reading me? This is Otacon. What's your
situation?
Otacon : I see. Listen, there's something I have to tell you about E.E.
Raiden : What!?
Otacon : Yeah... when she was six years old, she almost drowned with my
father in our swimming pool.
Otacon : Well yes and no... we used to swim a lot together when we were
kids. In fact, she swam like a fish until that day when she
almost drowned...
Raiden : That pretty much coincides with what the Colonel told me...
Otacon : No. E.E. seems to believe that was the case. The fact is... I
betrayed her.
Raiden : And you think that she can't swim because of the traumatic
experience?
Otacon : I haven't seen her since that day... but yes, I think so. I
got
a letter from Julie, her mother, after they moved back to
England. In her letter, she mentioned that E.E. couldn't swim
anymore... that she refused to even wear a bathing suit.
Otacon : Look... maybe you can help her overcome the trauma.
Otacon : It's still going to take some time to repair the Kamov.
Snake : I suggest that you drum the map of the building into your
head,
'cause you won't have time to look at it when you try to bring
Emma out.
Snake : I covered most of the core when I had to take out the C4's...
if
there's anything you need to ask me, call me on the Codec.
[End transmission. Raiden opens a doorway to move on but out floats the
body
of Peter Stillman. He didn't make it far from the blast.]
[Raiden goes through two more rooms. He enters a room that has a platform
sitting over a strange body of liquid. It looks like water but there is
something different about it. Sitting in the middle of the pool of water
is
Vamp. Raiden quickly points his gun in Vamp's direction.]
Raiden : Argh!
[Raiden fires three shots at Vamp. Vamp twists and spins to dodge the
shots.
One of them, however, grazes his cheek. He touches it gingerly.]
Vamp : Hahaha... I thought so. Human muscles are quite eloquent. They
speak-out clearly what the person's next movement will be.
They
even tell me which way a gun will be pointed before the
trigger
is pulled. But your muscles -- they're different. This should
be
fun...well worth the wait.
Vamp : You think I'm going to lose -- I can't let you interfere with
Arsenal Gear.
Vamp : The girl is just ahead. She is of no use to us now... But she
served us well as the live bait for the big catch. Crazy Ivan
sometimes speaks the truth.
Vamp : She was quite some time ago. But the flooding has become quite
serious. I wouldn't be surprised if she's a mermaid now.
Raiden : What...?
Vamp : Did you really think killing the President would prevent a
nuclear strike? Think again!
Vamp : Your still hoping that girl can install that virus your
carrying
around -- aren't you?
Vamp : It's a shame your not going to be around long enough to hand
her
the program.
[Raiden and Vamp duel. Raiden manages to get in some hits on Vamp and send
him back into the pool of water.]
Vamp : Haaaaarch!
[Blood seeps into the water as Vamp raises his arms to fight his descent.]
Vamp : Waaaargh!
Colonel : Find Emma on the double! You've got to get her to install the
virus program that the President gave you! When you find her,
take her to the Computer Room on level B2 in the core of Shell
1!
Raiden : Snake! Did you catch all that!? I didn't make it on time...
Arsenal's going active!
Raiden : Looks like we can't install the virus program without Emma.
Raiden : Understood. I'll make sure you have your family reunion...
Otacon : ...
Raiden : What's up?
Snake : We can talk about this later. Raiden, I think you'd better get
moving, Emma's in the Locker Room to the north, right?
Rose : After we've been together in my room... you stay awake all
night
or you head for the door.
Raiden : Listen, Rose. I'm right in the middle of a mission, and I...
Rose : Why!? Why can't you relax when you're with me!?
Raiden : It's the night -- I'm scared of the night... it's got nothing
to
do with you...
Rose : Bothered!?
Raiden : Wrong word! What I wanted to say was that there are certain
things that I have to keep to myself...
Rose : Do you remember that time I forced my way into your room? We'd
known each other for almost a year... and you blew up! It was
the
first time you ever raised your hand against me! I was so
worried
about you...
Raiden : It wasn't your violent nature that scared me. It was your
room...
your heart...
Rose : There wasn't anything in your room -- only a bed and a small
desk. It looked like a prison cell... No television set... no
family pictures... not even a poster...
Raiden : Would you have been happier if I had a picture of you hanging
on
the wall!?
Raiden : Enough, Rose. We'll talk about this later... after the
mission.
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[Raiden opens a locker in the locker room with his gun drawn. Upon sight
of
Raiden and his gun Emma starts to panic and she wets her pants. Raiden
backs
away with his hands up trying to calm her down.]
Emma : Get me out? Your lying -- where are you taking me this time!
Raiden : What are you talking about!? I'm here to help! Here -- it'll
prove it. Do you have nanos?
Emma : What?
[Codec screen.]
Emma : Nanocommunication...?
Emma : I understand you're the only one who might be able to do it.
Emma : ...Really?
Emma : My brother?
Emma : ...
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : And I'm telling you he's here -- waiting for us at Shell 1!
Emma : No! He left me... my mother -- when we needed him the most!
When
my father died, all he could think about was himself!
Raiden : Emma, we can go over all that later. But first, we have to get
out of here!
Emma : I can't...
Raiden : C'mon! Deep down inside, you know you can swim!
Emma : I can't keep my eyes open in the water... that endless blue...
The water... it wants me... it won't let me go...
Raiden : Listen, Emma. Just hold your breath... I'll do the rest.
[Views of rooms Raiden has passed through.]
Emma : I don't think I can do it. I'm not good at holding my breath.
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : Count the beats -- don't think about anything else. When you
reach 100, open your eyes. By that time, we'll be on the other
side. Give me a signal if you think you're running out of
breath.
Emma : Wait!
Raiden : ?
Emma : No, it's not like that. I like glasses. And... there's this
guy
I liked who used to wear them...
[They swim through and make it to Filter Chamber 2. Rose calls up.]
Rose : Well, Jack. It sounds like you and Miss Emma are getting along
just fine. I've been monitoring your every move and
conversation.
I can't say it's been fun...
Raiden : Give me a break! I'm only trying to keep her spirits up.
Raiden : Yeah.
Raiden : Rose, you're beautiful. You know how I feel about you.
Raiden : You mean April 30th? It's your birthday, isn't it.
Rose : Forget it... it's nothing. Maybe I'm just a little... a little
jealous... You'd better get moving. Good luck.
[Emma looks at her glasses. A picture is shown of her as a young girl with
her
brother.]
Raiden : Pretend?
Emma : My brother was the husband and I was the wife. But it was
always
just make believe... we were only kids. You know what I mean?
Raiden : I never had a family... but I think I know what you mean.
Raiden : Colonel? I've got Emma Emmerich here... we've managed to avoid
drowning.
Colonel : Good job. Get her over to Shell 1 as soon as you can.
Colonel : Didn't Olga say something about taking the oil fence at the
bottom of Strut L?
Colonel : You should be able to go down by way of Strut L. Try and get
over
there.
Raiden : What about Emma? She's been injected with something and she
can't
walk without any help.
Colonel : Take her with you... free your hands of any equipment and hold
down the Action button to give her a hand. To release your
grip
on her, take your finger off the Action button. Emma can sit
and
wait until you help her back up. And be careful... you won't
be
able to use any weapons while you're leading her. Now, head
for
Strut L!
Otacon : I had a look at the system, but there's nothing I can do.
E.E.'s
our only hope...
Emma : Hal...
Emma : Huh???
Otacon : You knew our family's dark history, and still got involved!?
What's wrong with you!?
Otacon : Answer me! Why are you repeating the same mistake?
Otacon : E.E....?
Otacon : ...
Emma : Otacon...
Snake : We haven't got time for this! Raiden! Get her over here, right
now.
Emma : I -- I...
Raiden : Emma, Snake and Hal are waiting for us near Shell 1's computer
room.
Raiden : I've got this disc the President gave me. This disc is
supposed
to contain a virus that can corrupt Arsenal Gear's operating
system. We need you to...
Emma : This is... This is my program...
Raiden : What?
Raiden : ...
Emma : What...?
Emma : It's not really a virus... it's more like a worm cluster. It's
actually a delayed-effect autonomous program that's designed
to
invade GW's cerebrum and render its nerve connections useless.
Raiden : ?
Raiden : I'm sorry, I... How about the "Patriots" ever heard of them?
Ever
heard of 'em?
Raiden : Right...
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : The President said that Arsenal Gear was the Patriots' key to
supremacy.
Emma : That's as good a description as any.
Emma : That's right. The system's a social device for maintaining the
Patriots' control.
Emma : In this day and age, information emerges from every direction,
and is freely distributed... A variety of information --
gathered
by servers employing the latest in high-speed communication
networks and P2P technology -- is rapidly circulated to
individuals. In fact, the speed of this circulation process is
accelerating on an almost daily basis. The Patriots seem to be
afraid of this development. Apparently, they believe that
their
role will shift from dominant to dominated.
Raiden : ?
With the newly created system, they can fully regulate digital
information. High-level information can be categorized in
stages,
given clearance levels, and deleted as necessary -- never to
be
seen by the public. By deleting such information, the Patriots
can shape the course of history as they see fit.
Emma : No. The memory capacity -- not to mention the life span -- of
the
average individual is extremely limited. On the other hand,
digital information lasts virtually forever... it doesn't
deteriorate.
Raiden : So...?
Emma : The alphabet... twenty-six letters, right? It could've been
thirty letters. What if the 4 deleted letters were controlled
by
a program?
Raiden : Impossible.
Emma : Right. That's what was announced at the turn of the century.
But
there's actually 100 thousand, according to the original
theory
advanced by the scientific community. Information regarding
the
remaining 60 thousand was suppressed by the Patriots.
Raiden : No...?
Emma : Why? How would you know? Do you know what a gene looks like?
Did
you count them yourself?
Raiden : So what we're talking about is one huge censorship system for
deleting information which might be inconvenient to the
Patriots?
Emma : Exactly. The actual, physical core for handling the task -- GW
--
is installed in Arsenal. It's the only system in the world
with
an optic neural AI that has a parallel processing capacity of
980 trillion hammets.
Emma : ...
Raiden : I understand...
Emma : Do you?
Emma : No. GW is only the system's core. It's only for deciding what
data is stored or deleted. The actual sub-system for executing
the task exists within our social structure...
Raiden : What!?
Emma : Do you remember the panic that gripped the computer industry
prior to the end of the century?
Emma : That's right. If you recall, our government supplied the world
with a countermeasure program -- using the internet at full
capacity. The program was distributed to every governmental
organization... every key facility...throughout the world. In
addition, the same program was included in an OS application
for
distribution among the public.
[Codec screen.]
Emma : Yes. And everything supplied from that day onward contains the
same program.
Raiden : Impossible.
Emma : Do you know how a computer operates? Do you really know the
basic
principles on how data is exchanged?
Raiden : ...
Raiden : Is that why Solidus wants to burn out every electrical circuit
in
Manhattan with a nuclear blast?
Raiden : What?
Raiden : Right... uh, thanks. I think we'd better head for the Computer
Room.
Emma : Excuse me, he's a parrot. And he's my best friend -- my only
friend.
Emma : Good. Did you know that in the old days, miners used to take a
canary into the mine shaft to detect toxic gas?
Emma : Oh...
Raiden : Once we get past it, it will be too dark to see anything.
Raiden : Can't say I do. Your not only cute, but smart too.
Raiden : Dammit!
Raiden : This door is security level five... I don't have card five.
Damn.
Emma : Tah-DAH!
[Raiden and Emma make it to a hatch in the floor that goes to the oil
fence.
When Raiden opens it air rushes out and he looks down. He contacts Emma
on
the Codec.]
Raiden : I have a question for you. How do you feel about heights?
Emma : Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before? How
little
is little?
Emma : ...
[They climb down and reach the bottom. Emma stops at the bottom to look at
the
sun setting.]
Raiden : Looks like it can barely support one person. How much do you
weigh, Emma?
Raiden : She's okay. The pontoon bridge doesn't look too sturdy. Emma
is
going to have to cross it alone.
Snake : Raiden, you're carrying a PSG1, aren't you? It's time to play
sniper.
Raiden : Not bad. This spot gives me a good view of the targets.
Snake : You're going to have to cover Emma until she crosses to Strut
E.
I'll get there and provide some support of my own.
Raiden : Thanks.
Snake : VR...? Guess that's better than nothing. Make sure you don't
hit
Emma.
Snake : That doesn't mean it's going to be easy. Given the situation,
they've probably got Claymores in place to make up for the
security shortage. Make sure you use your thermal goggles.
Emma : How?
Emma : Okay.
Raiden : No.
[Emma walks across the bridge. When she is about halfway across Snake
calls
up. Codec screen.]
[Snake and Raiden track Emma with their scopes and take out any threats.
Raiden scans ahead but at the very edge of the scope there is a sudden
movement. Vamp has just appeared out of nowhere. Vamp leaps backwards
behind Emma and holds a knife to her neck.]
Emma : No.
[Raiden acts quickly and fires a shot directly into Vamp's cerebrum. He
falls
backwards into the water, screaming. Emma turns around, disoriented. She
suddenly falls to the ground as blood starts to seep through her shirt.
Snake
rushes down to help her. On his way he quickly takes out two Cyphers. He
checks to see if Emma is still alive. He picks her up and carries her
away.]
Snake : She's conscious... but the bleeding's bad. I'm bringing her
over
there right now!
Otacon : E.E....
Snake : Raiden! Get that disc over here as soon as possible. I'm
afraid
her time's running out...
[Raiden dashes across the oil fence. When he reaches the other side he
contacts Snake.]
Snake : She's... Just get over here. You'll find the coast is clear
with
everybody aboard Arsenal right now.
Raiden : Understood.
Snake : Emma set everything up. Apparently all you have to do is pop
in
the disc.
Snake : Um... that should insert the virus into the AI...
Raiden : Is it working?
Otacon : Portions of the worm cluster must have been altered after the
disc left Emma's hands.
Snake : Either destroy that thing, or take out Solidus and his men.
Otacon : Sure.
Otacon : What?
[Otacon bursts into tears. Snake and Raiden look on but don't try to
console
him. An outside view of the Big Shell.]
Parrot : Hal.
[After glancing at the parrot Otacon slowly closes Emma's eyes. He walks
over
to the parrot. He opens the cage and takes it out.]
Parrot : Hal.
Announcer : Attention! All Arsenal Gear is ready for launch. Evacuate the
upper levels immediately!
Otacon : Done.
[Otacon hesitates.]
Snake : There's our ride out of here. Anyway, we're gonna have to sink
that thing of the virus doesn't work.
Snake : Wrong.
Otacon : Right. Listen, the two of you won't be able to destroy that
thing. Eliminate the enemy, that's your only option.
Parrot : Hal...
[Otacon can't contain himself any more. He bangs his fist against the door
of
the elevator.]
Otacon : Damn.
[Snake and Otacon do a complicated handshake and when they are done they
embrace.]
[Otacon leaves with the parrot. He reaches the main elevator of the Shell
1
Core.]
[Outside views.]
Otacon : Both you and I... we we're always alone... always... We just
wanted to be loved... We were waiting -- waiting for
somebody...
somebody who would love us... But we were wrong... You can't
wait
to be loved, you have to go out and find it. Four years ago...
I
realized you can't wish for happiness, you have to make it
happen... I wish I knew that sooner. I learned that I could
love...as you probably did... Emma...
Mr. X : But we still need to take care of a few things... This time,
do not fail us.
[Raiden makes a move for his gun. The ninja quickly places his sword
against
Raiden's neck.]
[Mr. X slowly raises his hand to the top of his head. He pushes something
and
his visor goes transparent.]
Raiden : You!
[Raiden tries to move out of the way but Olga's sword comes down and
strikes
him hard. An electric current passes through his body. Raiden falls to
the
floor.]
[Outside, the Big Shell begins to fall into the ocean. Water rushes
through
all the corridors and breaks into the computer room where Emma lies. In a
moment Otacon is flying above the Big Shell in the Kasatka. There is an
enormous shadow cast on the ocean by an unseen building.
Rose : Jack? Are you reading me? Do you want to save your mission
data
up to this point?
[Data is saved.]
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09) Bare nak3d infiltration
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[There is a bright but blurry light coming from above. There are voices
talking.]
Ocelot : He was when Olga brought him in. I've checked everything
including the Genome data, but there's nothing on this guy.
NSA,
CIA, FBI... He doesn't exist in any database. He's a
nonexistent
operative from a nonexistent organization.
Solidus : I suspected as much. However, I know this man... Wake him up.
Ocelot : ?
[The platform that Raiden is on lowers to face the people standing in front
of him. In front of him are Solidus and Ocelot. Solidus now has two
tentacle attachments on his exoskeleton.]
[Solidus reaches out with one of his tentacles and grabs Raiden around the
neck. The other hovers in front of his face.]
Raiden : Aaaaarrgghhh!
[Solidus releases his grip and steps back. Raiden is shown for the first
time. He is strapped to a machine that looks strikingly similar to the
torture device in Shadow Moses. Raiden is stripped completely naked.]
Jack... I was your godfather, I named you. When the war ended,
you disappeared from the relief center. I wondered what
happened
to you... I should've known they would recruit you.
Ocelot : The men have been fitted with Arsenal Gear equipment as
ordered.
Solidus : Is that so? Perhaps I should be grateful to this kid for that.
Raiden : Where am I?
Ocelot : Why, inside Arsenal Gear of course. Actually, were also inside
the memory of Shadow Moses.
Ocelot : I'll take this back. You won't be needing this anymore.
[Olga enters the room and sees Ocelot. She huffs and turns her back to
him.]
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : I see... Given your situation, nobody can blame you for what
you
did.
Olga : Two years ago, they were responsible for getting us out of the
sinking tanker alive...
Olga : No. I only found out the truth shortly before this. When I
confronted him here...
Olga : Well... it was around the time you were holding hands with
that
girl.
Raiden : Snake...
[Codec screen.]
Olga : My job was to assist you. If Solidus gets away with Arsenal,
your
mission is a failure. The Patriots would judge that as failure
on my part and terminate my child. Putting it simply, my
child's
life depends on your success.
Raiden : So you did it all for your child. But why would the Patriots
want
to help me? Are they hoping I'll take Solidus out?
Raiden : Huh?
Olga : No results so far. I think the Patriots have tampered with the
program.
Olga : Not yet. I'll release your restraints after I leave this room.
Olga : No. Even for Snake, that's impossible to destroy the whole
thing.
You'll have to stop Solidus and his men.
[Torture room.]
Raiden : Olga -- you can't keep this up -- they're bound to find you.
Raiden : Ugh.
[Raiden watches her leave the room. He sits there for a while until Rose
calls him.]
Raiden : ...Yes.
Raiden : ICC rules don't mean a lot in war. Someone told me that there
are
over three hundred thousand children in combat right now. I
was
just one of them...
Raiden : It was -- but I have nightmares every day, pieces of the past
I
can't put together...
Raiden : I didn't want you to get hurt. There was never a real reason
for
me to fight, except that someone put a gun in my hand. And
that
someone was him...
Raiden : If I survived the day's fight, I was praised, fed, and had a
bed
to sleep in. I think I was only six when I held my first AK,
but
I'm not even sure of that. I'm not like Snake, I never
questioned
why we fought. There was no purpose, no way out. They give you
a
gun, you ask how many to kill. If you didn't, you were the one
they shot instead.
Raiden : We were shown Hollywood action films every day. The kind with
macho guys and big guns. They call it image training. They --
they built us from the ground up, into killing machines... We
were fed once a day. I can still taste the gunpowder they
mixed
into the food.
Raiden : When the civil war ended, those of us who survived were taken
in
by NGO's. They gave me a new life in the States. I can't
complain. But nothing's changed. The only people who have no
problem with my past have secrets and agendas of their own...
Terrible nightmares -- every night. I can never forget...
Rose : Jack...
Raiden : I'm afraid of the night. That's why I don't sleep next to you.
Raiden : Told you what? That I'm a killer and always have been?
Raiden : What I hate more than anything else in the world is my own
past.
I didn't want you -- or anyone -- to know about it. Now I know
why I was chosen for this mission. No one can take him on --
take him down -- except me. I've been kept alive this long for
this. I knew, as soon as I saw Solidus.
Rose : Jack, I love you the way you are now. You have to believe me.
I
didn't know anything about you, I admit that. Where you were
born, how you grew up -- but I know that now. And I know that
what I feel for you can only get better, and I'll share in
your
past if that's the price.
Raiden : It doesn't work that way. No one can share the burden of what
I've done. It's not one of those warm and fuzzy things couples
share.
Rose : I accept the good and the bad, Jack. That's what you do for
someone you love.
Rose : Jack? I haven't told you -- you know, about what I've done...
Raiden : The last two years with you -- it's been more than I've ever
hoped for. But I can't go any farther. I know you want to get
married. But -- I can't. I can't risk starting a family.
There's
no way to erase my childhood.
Rose : It's all right, Jack. Please, don't say any more...
Colonel : He was never factored into the simulation. Leave him out of
this.
Colonel : Raiden, take out Solidus and his men. You must recover Arsenal
intact.
Colonel : What?
Colonel : Don't worry, it's a game! It's a game just like usual.
Raiden : What?
Raiden : Hi Rose.
Raiden : If it's about that conversation just now, I'm the one who's
sorry.
Rose : No, it's something else. That day at Federal Hall two years
ago
-- it wasn't a coincidence. I was ordered to keep an eye on
you...
Raiden : ...
Rose : I can't excuse what I did. I've reported every detail of your
personal life to them these two years. What you did, said,
everything...
Rose : But some things I didn't tell anyone! Like what I felt for
you.
Raiden : So that's why you were involved in this mission. I should have
known. Why else would they toss an analyst into the mix at the
last minute?
Rose : What I really wanted was for you to see the real me. It hurt
to
play out this -- this artificial romance. It was worse to lie
to
myself than to you. The more love you gave me, the more it
hurt
-- because I knew the person you loved was just a character.
Rose : Jack, I thought I was acting, because that was my job. But I
did
fall in love with you, that wasn't an act.
Raiden : You expect me to believe that? It's okay. You had your
reasons,
right? Hey, I understand. But I have nothing left to...
[End transmission. As Raiden moves forward Snake calls out from behind
him.]
Raiden : Snake!
Raiden : Ah-choo!!
[Raiden sneezes.]
Raiden : Where's my gear?
[Snake jerks his thumb over his shoulder o point at a crate. Raiden
dresses
himself.]
Snake : That's more like it. Everything you had when you were captured
is still there.
[Snake taps his ear, signaling to stay quiet and use his Codec.]
Snake : Sorry about earlier. I had to use you as bait to gain access
to
Arsenal. It worked.
Raiden : ...
Snake : Looks like it. From what I can tell, Arsenal is headed for
Manhattan. I don't know what Solidus is planning, but we'll
have
to deal with it one way or another. There's also a troop of
production-model Rays ahead.
Raiden : Twenty-five!?
Snake : Yeah. Can't say I've faced that many Metal Gears before, but
--
I think we can deal.
Raiden : Why?
Snake : Olga asked me to give it to you. Besides, I'm not a big fan of
blades.
[Raiden practices with the sword for a few minutes to get the feel of it.
Then
Snake decides to leave.]
Snake : Absolutely.
Snake : What?
[Codec screen.]
Raiden : Snake, have you ever -- enjoyed killing someone? I'm not sure.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and
a
game...
Raiden : No, it was field training, when I was a kid. I lied, Snake. I
have more field experience than I can remember. It's not VR
that's doing this to me.
Snake : Raiden, we don't carry guns to take people down. We're not
here
to help some politician either.
Raiden : You can say that because you're a legend, a hero. I'm Jack the
Ripper, a dirty reminder -- of a terrible mistake.
Snake : Legends don't mean a whole lot. I was just a name to exploit.
Just like you. People will remember only the good part, the
right
part of what you did.
Snake : A future.
[Snake and Raiden move through a door with their guns drawn.]
Snake : Find something to believe in. And find it for yourself. And
when
you do, pass it on to the future.
[Raiden hesitates.]
Raiden : All right for now. But there is something -- The Colonel's
last
transmission was strange.
Otacon : Interference?
[They get spotted by a Cypher and have to battle their way through a squad
of
Arsenal Tengus. When they reach the next room Otacon calls them again.]
Raiden : Where?
Raiden : ?
Otacon : I've checked out all the possibilities, but I keep coming back
to
Arsenal. It isn't a relay point, it's the origin of the
signal.
And, the encryption protocol it uses is exactly the same as
that
of Arsenal's AI -- the so-called GW.
Otacon : The Colonel probably isn't GW per se. GW was most likely
stimulating cortical activity in the dormant part of your
brain
through signal manipulation of your own nanomachines. The
Colonel
is in part your own creation, cobbled together from
expectations
and experience...
Otacon : But it's probably the truth. The virus may be starting to
affect
GW, which would explain the Colonel's behavior.
Snake : Raiden!
Colonel : Raiden! They've got Rose! Rose is being held in the holds!
Rose : Help!
Raiden : Rose!
Snake : It's a trap. Since the Colonel doesn't exist, there's no way
he
can take Rose hostage.
Snake : I am right.
Raiden : You and Otacon are the ones that say the Colonel never
existed.
Is this what Olga was talking about?
[in the next room they are attacked by about 25 or so Arsenal Tengus.
Quickly
killing all of them they look around the room for more. Suddenly Fortune
strides into the room with her still menacing looking rail gun.]
Raiden : Fortune...
Fortune : It's been a long wait, Solid Snake -- the root of all my
sorrows.
Snake : What?
Fortune : Two years ago, you killed my father. That was the beginning of
hell for us. Everyone I love has been taken from me, one by
one... and no matter how hard I try, I can't follow them. An
endless nightmare... The only thing we live for is to see it
end.
Our wait is almost over.
Fortune : Since no one can kill me, I may as well kill everyone I can.
Raiden : Damn!
[Raiden hesitates and holsters his gun. He starts to walk towards the
ladder.]
[Raiden reaches the ladder. He puts one hand and one foot on the rungs and
he
turns back towards Snake.]
Raiden : What are you going to do? Bullets can't get near her.
Snake : I don't know what your group's been through, but let's get one
thing clear... I didn't kill your father.
[As Raiden climbs the ladder to an unknown destination Snake and Fortune
begin
their battle. Snake starts unloading bullets at Fortune and lets out a
loud
yell that could only come from a man that is facing certain death.]
Snake : UNHh!!
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10) Even my patience has its limits
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[Raiden reaches the top of the ladder and arrives in a huge circular arena
that appears to be out in the open, atop Arsenal perhaps. he looks around
but sees absolutely nothing. Suddenly Solidus' voice booms out from
nowhere.]
Solidus : Jack, I've been watching how you fight. It looks like you've
remembered the way you used to kill in the old days! Or is it
one
of the S3 Plan's proud achievements?
Jack, those days during the civil war were as real as they
come... Every day was absolute, split between life and death.
You
ran from it, and now, you've been lead back to war by
something
less than real.
Solidus : I've given you a worthy opponent at least. But now, you should
die as the little Jackie boy I once knew.
[Solidus leaves and Raiden now has to take out all the Metal Gear Ray units
with his Stinger and stock of missiles.]
[Raiden takes out a countless number of Ray units but as each one falls to
the
ground another Ray unit stomps in to take its place. Raiden quickly tires
and he falls to the ground in defeat.]
[One of the Ray units begins to raise its leg to stomp on Raiden. Before
it
can bring its leg down Olga Gurlukovich drops down in front of Raiden.
The
Ray unit hesitates and then backs off.]
Olga : I'll hold them off, give you time to get away.
Olga : ...
Solidus : I see -- so that's why you sold your troops out to me. So many
dead, and they all died trusting you!
Olga : ...!
Solidus : Hah.
Olga : HRRRRGH!!
[Olga cocks her gun and tries to shoot Solidus but he knocks her gun out
her
hand with his tentacle arm and grabs her around the throat with it. He
spins
his gun and aims it at her forehead.]
[Solidus blows Olga's brains out. Raiden tries to reach out but he falls
to
the ground.]
Raiden : OLGA!!
Solidus : Enjoy the show, Jack? Let's pick up where we left off.
[He waves his hand casually at the Rays and they advance forward but they
begin to shake and their eyes turn red.]
Solidus : Hm?
Solidus : What?
[A screen with some data steams on it is shown. it looks like the virus is
infecting GW.]
Solidus : rrrRRAAAAH!
[Solidus returns to Raiden on the ground and picks him up. He raises his
gun to shoot but thinks better of it.]
Raiden : S...Snake?
Solidus : Bring him in.
Raiden : Ugh...
[Raiden wakes up. Ocelot, Fortune, Solidus and Snake are atop Arsenal Gear
standing next to an inactive Metal Gear Ray. Solidus speaks.]
Raiden : U-uh...
Raiden : U-uhn...
[Solidus grabs Raiden around the throat with his tentacle arms and
squeezes.
Raiden begins to choke. After a little while Solidus lets go and drops
Raiden to the ground.]
Raiden : U-uh...uhn...
Fortune : What do you hope to hear? You know he doesn't know anything.
Solidus : Not exactly. I was the one who used Ocelot to suggest the idea
to
you in the first place.
Fortune : What?
Fortune : !?
[The black and white photos of the Patriots come on screen but this time
instead of appearing one by one they disappear one by one.]
Fortune : And once you knew who they were, you would cross out their
name
one by one... while we, with our useless Arsenal, drew their
fire.
Fortune : But your plan's hit a snag with GW destroyed, hasn't it?
Fortune : Really? But we have our own plans to carry out. We'll take the
Arsenal since you don't care for it anyway. The purified
hydrogen
bomb is ready to go.
Fortune : It will damage their power source -- the mindless masses that
they control. First things first.
Solidus : Of course -- that was what you wanted. I won't stop you. Good
luck.
[Fortune begins to walk away again. This time she is interrupted by Ocelot
laughing.]
Solidus : Exercise!?
Solidus : What!?
[Some scenes form the game are shown. There are scenes with both Raiden
and
Snake playing out the same exact parts.]
Ocelot : Ames and the President's deaths -- the computer virus that
mimics
FOXDIE. Did you really think they were all a coincidence?
Ames'
own nanomachines were used to shut down his pacemaker. I
arranged
for the appearance of the Ninja as well.
Ocelot : Given the right situation, the right story, anyone can be
shaped
into Snake. Even rookies can fight like men of experience. An
instant creation of genius -- and this training kernel will
provide more than enough data to formulate such a program.
You,
Dead Cell, Olga -- you're all nothing but pawns placed to
create
the perfect simulation.
Ocelot : Solidus, you and the boy were selected because your
relationship
resembles the one between Snake and Big Boss. Fortune, you and
the rest of Dead Cell stand in for the FOXHOUND squad that
Snake
took on in Shadow Moses. You're the most impressive collection
of
freaks outside of FOXHOUND.
You were told that the eradication of Dead Cell six months ago
was an act of the Patriots. We provoked and encouraged your
hatred -- and you opted for vengeance, just as we planned.
Ocelot : Except for the appearance of the real Solid Snake. I wonder
now,
who sent for you...?
[Ocelot quickly pulls out a revolver and shoots her in the chest. It
didn't
miss. She looks down. stunned.]
Ocelot : You're no Lady Luck. You have nothing we didn't give you.
Fortune : What?
Ocelot : Do you know why no bullet could hit you? It wasn't magic or
some
New Age mumbo-jumbo. Certainly wasn't your psychic talents. It
was all staged by the Patriots.
Fortune : Staged?
Raiden : It missed!
[Solidus quickly whips out his P90 and fires off a whole clip at Ocelot.]
Solidus : HRR!!
[Fortune coughs up some blood and falls to the ground. Ocelot leaps up
towards Ray's cockpit and stands atop it. Solidus fires some missiles at
Ocelot from his tentacle arms. Once again they all go off course and miss.
Ocelot make a taunting signal in the air and leaps into the cockpit of
Ray.
The great machine starts up and stands up.]
[Solidus pulls out two swords and holds them at the ready. Ray fires a
stream of bullets at Solidus but he smoothly deflects all of them. One of
the bullets strikes Snake's handcuffs.]
Snake : !?
[Fortune has gottne up. She steps in front of all the people atop Arsenal
and
extends her arms with her palms outwards, facing away from her.]
Fortune : Fortune!
Ocelot : I told you -- your luck's run out. Take your reward: it's all
the
payload RAY has. Die!!
[Ray fires all its missiles into the sky. They start to come down towards
the
defenseless people atop Arsenal.]
[All the missiles come down atop Fortune but as if by magic all the
missiles
are deflected outward. Leaving everyone unscathed. Ocelot is stunned.]
[Ocelot fires a different type of explosive at them but these too miss.
Everyone is standing nonplussed and staring at Fortune.]
Snake : No!
[Just as he is about to press the button, Ocelot's arm begins to twitch.]
[Ray now is standing fully upright. Ocelot climbs out of the cockpit.
When
he speaks it is evident that Liquid has taken control of Ocelot once
again.]
Liquid : Brothers!!
Snake : Liquid!
Solidus : It can't be -- ?
Liquid : I've been inside this arm all along, waiting for the right
time
to awaken.
[Back to Arsenal.]
Liquid : Why do you think I choose Ocelot as my host? But before I go,
I
have a family matter to settle with both of you. There's room
for
only one Snake, and one Big Boss!
[Liquid hops into the cockpit of Ray and slams his fist down onto a
button.]
[Ray moves to the precipice that marks the edge of the bulk of Arsenal.]
Snake : Damn!
[Soon Snake breaks his handcuffs and runs like a madman after the escaping
Ray
unit.]
Snake : Hrrraa!!!
[Ray leaps off of Arsenal and disappears into the waves. Snake is
following
close behind.]
Raiden : Snaaaake!!!
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11) What the hell?
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[Arsenal begins to move. The great ship moves underneath the Verrazano
Bridge
and heads for Lower Manhattan. The scene changes. Solidus and Raiden are
falling through the sky. They both land on the rooftop of a building.
They
both get up and take stock of the scene. Arsenal has plowed it's way all
the
way through Lower Manhattan and they have both landed on top of a building
that they both know...]
Solidus : Jack, it's not power I want. What I want is to take back from
the
Patriots are things like -- freedom, civil rights,
opportunities.
The founding principles of this country. Everything that's
about
to be wiped out by their digital censorship.
[Solidus throws his arms jubilantly to the sky. Raiden gets a Codec call.]
[The Colonel's face becomes a skull. It flashes back. This happens several
times.]
Colonel : To begin with -- we're not what you'd call -- human. Over the
past two hundred years -- A kind of consciousness formed layer
by
layer in the crucible of the White House. It's not unlike the
way
life started in the oceans four billion years ago. The White
House
was our primordial soup, a base of evolution --
Raiden : Cut the crap! If you're immortal, why would you take away
individual freedoms and censor the Net?
Colonel : Don't you know that our plans have your interests -- not ours
--
in mind?
Raiden : What?
Colonel : The mapping of the human genome was completed early this
century.
As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open
to
us.
Rose : It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of
evolution.
Colonel : Raiden, you seem to think that our plan is one of censorship.
Colonel : Rights of criminals are given more respect than the privacy of
their victims.
Rose : But it's obvious from the start that only a few can succeed...
Colonel : You exercise your right to "freedom" and this is the result.
All
rhetoric to avoid conflict and protect each other from hurt.
The
untested truths spun by different interests continue to churn
and
accumulate in the sandbox of political correctness and value
systems.
Colonel : The different cardinal truths neither clash nor mesh. No one
is
invalidated, but nobody is right.
Rose : Not even natural selection can take place here. The world is
being engulfed in "truth."
Colonel : And this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a
whimper.
Raiden : And you think you're qualified to decide what's necessary and
not?
Colonel : Absolutely. Who else could wade through the sea of garbage you
people produce, retrieve valuable truths and even interpret
their
meaning for later generations?
Raiden : I'll decide for myself what to believe and what to pass on!
Colonel : That's the proof of your incompetence, right there. You lack
the
qualifications to exercise free will.
Colonel : That which you call "self" serves as nothing more than a mask
to
cover your own being.
Colonel : Is it? Would you prefer that someone else tell you? Alright
then.
Explain it to him.
Rose : Jack, you're simply the best! And you got there all by
yourself!
Raiden : Grrr...
Colonel : Oh, what happened? Do you feel lost? Why not try a bit of
soul-searching?
Rose : Should someone like you even have the right to decide?
Colonel : We're not the ones smothering the world. You are.
Colonel : And the age of digitized communication has given even more
power
to the individual. Too much power for an immature species.
Rose : You fell in love with me just as you were meant to, after all.
Isn't that right, Jack?
Colonel : Ocelot was not told the whole truth, to say the least.
Colonel : The S3 Plan does not stand for Solid Snake Simulation. What it
does stand for is Selection for Societal Sanity...
[Scenes from the Arsenal Tengu fights and the Fission Mailed screen are
shown.]
Colonel : What you experienced was the final test of its effectiveness.
[Codec screen.]
Colonel : Raiden, there are also reasons behind your selection. Solidus
raised plenty of other child soldiers. Do you know why we
chose
you over them?
Raiden : ???
Colonel : It was because you were the only one who refused to
acknowledge
the past. All the others remember what they were, and pay for
it
daily.
Rose : But you turn your back on everything you don't like. You do
whatever you like, see only the things you like, and for
yourself
alone.
Rose : You refused to see me for what I was. I lied to you, but I
wanted
to be caught. You pretended to be understanding, to be a
gentleman... You never made a conscious attempt to reach out
to
me... The only time you did was when I gave you no choice but
to
do so...
Rose : What? "Trying not to hurt me?" Dear, the one you were trying
not
to hurt was yourself! Avoiding the truth under the guise of
"kindness" is all that you did! It occurred to you to do
nothing
but look out for yourself. Even if you claim that it was for
my
sake, that feeling was nowhere to be seen. In the end,
everything
was for your sake... I was never part of the picture.
Emma : Didn't I tell you that GW was still incomplete? But not
anymore,
thanks to you.
Raiden : Damn...
Colonel : We will collect the necessary data from this last fight, then
we'll consider the exercise closed. So, Jack the Ripper!
Will
it be Solidus, the Patriots' creation? Or you -- Solidus'
creation? Our beloved monsters -- enjoy yourselves.
Solidus : By the way, Jack, I was the one who killed your parents.
Raiden : !!
Solidus : I claimed you for my own, and raised you as a soldier in the
army
of the Devil. I am your foster father, and your worst enemy.
Raiden : Why?
Solidus : Liquid and Solid hunted down Big Boss, trying to sever the tie
that bound them to him. Unless you kill me and face your past,
Jack, you will never escape. You'll stay in the endless loop
--
your own double helix.
[Solidus tosses Raiden's sword through the air. At the end of its long arc
it cuts down through Raiden's handcuffs and his hands are unbound. He
picks
it up.]
Solidus : I have other reasons for wanting you dead. The clues to the
Patriots inside GW have been erased, but are other traces.
Raiden : What?
[The two of them fight. After a brief scuffle Solidus pauses at the edge
of
the roof.]
[Solidus releases his tentacle arms and they go flying off. He then starts
an
intense attack on Raiden. Raiden gets a Codec call from the Colonel.]
Colonel : Raiden, you have to beat Solidus! This is your last duty!
Raiden : We're not just pawns in some simulation game, you know!
Rose : Yes, you are. You're nothing but mere weapons. No different
from
fighter jets or tanks.
Colonel : The old model destroyed four years ago was "REX"...
Colonel : Both of these are the same as the code names used by the U.S.
Armed Forces to refer to Japanese war planes during World War
2.
Rose : Your code name "Raiden" too, comes from the Japanese navy's
name
for one of its interceptors...
Colonel : Oh really? Do you know the code name the U.S. Armed Forces
used
for the Japanese fighter "Raiden"?
Colonel : Both of you are just weapons to be used and thrown away.
Colonel : And a weapon has no right to think for itself! Now, it's time
to
fulfill your purpose! Defeat Solidus!
[They lock eyes. Solidus makes his move. He quickly moves forward and
slashes downward at Raiden with both swords. Raiden sees it coming and
moves
to the side. As Solidus moves forward, Raiden moves to the back of him.
He
raises his sword and brings it down right in the middle of Solidus's back.
The sword pierces his exoskeleton and severs his spine. Blood pours out
and
electric sparks fly from the suit.]
[Solidus drops both his swords as he staggers to the edge of the roof. He
looks briefly over the edge and then faces away from it. He pauses and
silently mutters something. He then falls backwards with his left arm
outstretched.]
[Raiden hears his crash to the ground and raises his sword in triumph.]
[At the base of Federal Hall, Solidus has landed at the statue of George
Washington. He reaches up to the statue with distinct reverence and then
he
exhales his final breath and his arms falls to his side.]
[A moment later Raiden has climbed down from the roof and is standing in a
deserted street. Then people start to appear out of nowhere and walk
around.
Nobody takes any notice of him. Some police officers dash towards Federal
Hall.]
Snake : The memories you have and the role you were assigned are
burdens
you have to carry. It doesn't matter if they were real or not.
That's never the point.
Snake : We can tell other people about -- having faith. What we had
faith
in. What we found important enough to fight for. It's not
whether
you were right or wrong, but how much faith you were willing
to
have, that decides the future. The Patriots are a kind of
ongoing
fiction too, come to think of it....
Raiden : ...
Snake : Listen, don't obsess over words so much. Find the meaning
behind
the words, then decide. You can find your own name. And your
own
future...
Snake : I know you didn't have much in terms of choices this time. But
everything you felt, thought about during this mission is
yours.
And what you decide to do with them is your choice...
Snake : Yeah, a clean slate. A new name, new memories. Choose your own
legacy. It's for you to decide. It's up to you.
[The dog tag says the player's name and birth date and whatever else the
player
entered in the first node.]
Raiden : No, never heard the name before. I'll pick my own name...and
my
own life. I'll find something worth passing on.
Snake : I know. We've inherited freedom from all those who've fought
for
it. We all have the freedom to spread the word. Even me.
Snake : Don't worry, I'll find him. Count on it. As long as you keep
yourself alive, he's safe.
Snake : Yeah. But I have a feeling they gave Ocelot a bogus location
to
begin with.
Raiden : ...
Raiden : What?
Raiden : I get it -- analyze the code and you can probably find out
where
they operate. Count me in --
Snake : No, you have things to do first. And people you need to talk
to...
Raiden : ???
[Snake leaves. Rose is standing in the street waiting for him. Raiden
turns
around to face Snake.]
Raiden : Snake?
Jack : Nothing.
Rose : I wouldn't know. But we're going to find out together, aren't
we?
Jack : I know.
Jack : Yeah. But genes aren't the only thing you pass on. There are
too
many things that aren't written into our DNA. It's up to us to
teach that to our children.
Snake : Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave
behind
much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and
movies... what we've seen, heard, felt ...anger, joy and
sorrow... these are the things I will pass on. That's what I
live for.
We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy
and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the
digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come
to
an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet.
Earth
may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to
leave
what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping
the
past alive are one and the same thing.
[The screen fades to black but the title remains on screen. Snake and
Otacon
are talking on the Codec.]
Otacon : Snake, you there? It's me. I've finished going over that disc.
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Here you will find all of the miscellaneous transmissions from the game.
Basically anything that wasn't in the main storyline of the game.
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01) The Terrorists and Dead Cell
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Pliskin about Dead Cell
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Pliskin : Yes. They were originally put together to check the nation's
military security system. The unit was the brainchild of
ex-president George Sears... Dead Cell was a secret unit
positioned at the opposite end of anti-terrorist outfits such
as Delta Force and SEALS.
Pliskin : No. They got weird when Colonel Jackson -- Fortune's husband
--
was sent to jail.
Pliskin : That's what everybody else thought. Except for the members of
Dead Cell. They felt the Colonel was falsely accused. Fact is,
they took the case to the powers that be. But they never
managed
to reopen the case.
Pliskin : Who knows? Whatever the situation is, Dead Cell's name was
tainted.
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Pliskin about Vamp
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Pliskin : No. "Vamp" isn't for vampire. It's because he's bisexual...
Raiden : ...
Pliskin : Rumor has it Vamp was the lover of Scott Dolph, the Marine
Commandant who accidentally died two years ago. Scott Dolph
was
also the father of Fortune, the Dead Cell leader.
Pliskin : As you say, Vamp and Fortune are very close. Not lovers, but
very
close...
Raiden : Friends?
Pliskin : Would it have been better if it was with her mother? I don't
really think they care what you think. Focus on the mission.
Raiden : By the way, have you ever met the guy before?
Pliskin : No...
Pliskin : Right. Well, I... no... ...it can't be... I told you that Dead
Cell is a group of madmen... I wouldn't take anything they say
very seriously.
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Pliskin about Fortune
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Pliskin : You mean Fortune? She's the Dead Cell leader. Her real name is
Helena Dolph Jackson... known to her friends as Lady Luck.
Raiden : Lady Luck?
Pliskin : Yeah. She got the name because bullets seem to veer away from
her
in battle. People have heard her say that her fortune in
battle
was payback for the lousy luck she's had in life...
Pliskin : Yeah. The thing is, she didn't grieve long. Instead, she
joined
the military.
Pliskin : Her uncanny luck earned her a reputation that led to her
appointment as the head of her husband's unit, Dead Cell.
She's
the widow of Dead Cell's former beloved leader. I'd heard that
she was welcomed with open arms by Vamp, who was the temporary
leader at the time. For Vamp, it also meant welcoming the
daughter of his former lover...
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Pliskin about Fatman
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Stillman about Fatman
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Stillman : You got me. But Fatman was definitely not cut out for group
operations from the very start. Having been ousted from NEST,
he
was picked up by Dead Cell, which was already becoming
notorious
for being a motley crew of sorts. It seems that it was through
surprise attack maneuvers later conducted by Dead Cell that
Fatman completely subdued his former companions from NEST.
While
being the most peculiar individual among my students, he was
also
the most talented. Be sure not to underestimate him. Are we
clear?
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Pliskin about Olga
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Pliskin : Raiden... don't ever turn your back on that Olga woman. Olga
Gurlukovich... Daughter of Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich, ex-GRU
and
former Spetsnaz commander... She's the leader of Colonel
Gurlukovich's private army that's been wandering around the
Big
Shell. Those men were gathered by Colonel Gurlukovich.
Following
his death, she inherited his command and now exercises full
control. Her father's name was widely respected throughout the
old Soviet regime and he was the goal of just about every
military man.
Pliskin : No. I haven't had the pleasure. Just remember what I said...
don't turn your back on her.
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02) Otacon Equipment Descriptions
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Bandage
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Camera
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Otacon : I'll explain how to use the camera. That digital camera you
have
was specially made to take pictures of the prototype Metal
Gear.
When a picture is taken, the screen data is first stored in
the
camera's internal memory. Then it's automatically processed
through various algorithms to protect against tampering. Each
picture is electronically stamped and distinctively encrypted.
So, in the off chance that someone alters the data during
transmission, we'll know immediately. Oh -- there's a limit
to
the internal memory's capacity. If the memory becomes full,
overwrite the pictures you don't need anymore. When you're
ready
to take a shot, use the L1 and R1 buttons to scroll left or
right
among the picture previews at the bottom of the screen. Send
the
pictures to me when you're done. Press the Action button when
you're in front of the workstation southeast from there, and
the
pictures will be sent to me. Get some good shots!
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Cardboard Box
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Otacon : Using the old cardboard box trick, huh? Looks good on you,
Snake.
Camouflage is the best way to slip past enemy surveillance.
But
cardboard is just paper when it comes down to it. It won't
withstand any serious assault for long. Don't rely on the
trick
too many times, either. And I recommend you keep it dry.
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Chaff Grenade
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Otacon : Hey, you have a chaff grenade. You can use that to interfere
with
enemy radio communications and electronic devices for a short
time. The chaff grenade is a weapon that disperses aluminum
foil
or metal-coated glass and plastic fibers to confuse the enemy
radar. What you have is a portable application of the
chaff-launchers built into fighter planes. When detonated, the
grenade releases tiny chaff pieces as well as miniaturized
active
jammers using a small amount of explosives. The grenade can't
create full-scale chaff corridors or chaff clouds, but will
form
a Radar Cross Section area large enough for single-personnel
use.
This weapon is for electronic interference only, though. It
has
no effect on enemy personnel.
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Cigarettes
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Otacon : Snake, are you smoking? You really should quit. First of all,
it
turns you into an instant target in the dark. As for what it
means to your health, I won't even go there. Remember what
Naomi
said about lung cancer rates Everyone knows that it's a
dangerous
substance.
Otacon : Well, you can screw up your own body if you like, but think
about
other people, okay?
Snake : This is the new kind that has almost no second-hand smoke. It
won't bother anyone.
Otacon : Oh really? Didn't I see you toss the butt off the bridge?
Littering, polluting...
Snake : Ummm...
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Empty Magazine
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Otacon : Snake, you have an empty magazine in your hand. Why are you
still
carrying that around?
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Grenade
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M9
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Pentazemin
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Otacon : Drugs are mostly about placebo effect. If you believe it's
effective, it is. You're more naive than I thought.
Snake : ...
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Ration
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Otacon : So you've got rations now. These are military food supplies,
and
allow you to recover some LIFE with use. If it is equipped in
advance, the ration will automatically be used and LIFE will
be
regained when you receive damage. You can select it in the
window
and push the confirmation button to use the item on the spot.
Rations were designed to be carried and eaten on the field.
They're all about functionality and calories. They use a
special
freeze-drying methods developed by NROC. They're compact,
portable, and last for weeks.
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AP Sensor
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Stun Grenade
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Otacon : You have the Thermal Goggles equipped huh? They provide night
vision by using variances in heat distribution to create an
image. It uses a two dimensional solid state projection system
to
create high-res images at sixty fps in real-time. By using the
Thermal Goggles, you can take a look at the enemy's neck to
see
if they have dog tags or not.
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USP
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Otacon : Snake, you of course know the saying "One for all, all for
one."
Snake : Almost reminds me of Mei Ling, but... You sure you got it
right?
Otacon : Of course! And I'll teach you a lot more of these, you can
count
on it.
Snake : Great...
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Otacon : Okay... There's a saying that goes "Even a bird on high dies a
glutton's death, as do the fish of The Deeps." The lesson is
--
er, don't be greedy. The fish that belonged to a family called
the Deeps died from overfeeding, and so did a bird that got
high
on something -- probably fermented fruit.
Otacon : I do, Snake. Don't take unnecessary risks just because you're
greedy for more Items. Remember the Deep family's fish.
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Otacon : Denim should fray and rip on its own, naturally. Right? Some
designers tried to go against that, and -- no one bought them!
The earnings report from that fiscal year is enough of a
proof!
Snake : Earnings...?
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Otacon : Hey, Snake, what's "Hardest won, most easily lost"? It's time,
get it? Amazing how relevant these Chinese proverbs still are!
Once the moment's gone, it's gone. Except for daylight savings
time, of course. That extra hour to do anything you like with
every autumn... gotta love it. Then again, you lose an hour
every
spring, so I guess the proverbs are right. Wow, they thought
of
everything.
Otacon : Of course not! They knew how to save time. We're the ones that
need to be tricked into it.
Otacon : The moment never returns, Snake. Let's not waste it on idle
questions.
Snake : Okay...?
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Otacon : The Chinese have a saying: "Those who are lost never question
a
path, and a drowning man doubts not the shallows." And it
means
-- means that you need to make use of other people's help.
Otherwise, you could be in trouble. If you're lost, you don't
even know whether a road you come across is a right one, and,
uh,
what's the difference between shallow and deep if you've
already
drowned...right? Anyway, the point is that help is always a
good
thing to accept. So make good use of the Codec.
Snake : Look -- this stuff seems nothing like what Mei Ling used to
talk
about.
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Otacon : Do you know the saying "One forgets the hurt once the wound
has
healed"? And that of course means -- uh -- where'd I put that
piece of paper --
Otacon : No, nothing. So, uh, forgetting the pain when the wound's
healed
means... Um -- That you have to get better fast! Yeah, that's
it.
So stock up on those rations and bandages.
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Otacon : Snake, have you heard this one? "Evil is human nature, and his
entire being, falseness." The concept of so-called Original
Sin.
The idea that you're born bad, so you can't help doing bad
things...
Snake : Hold on. I thought the idea of Original Sin was that you had
to
work even harder at being good because you were born evil!
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Otacon : You know the story about Achilles and Paris? The moral here is
--
er -- something about his heel? Anyway, even the great and
virtually immortal hero Achilles was finally done in by Paris.
Talk about a dangerous city. So don't get complacent. The
mission
can turn around and get you.
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Otacon : Do you know the saying "Those who walk a hundred leagues think
not that their journey is half ended until the ninetieth
league"?
That means... -- what does it mean -- OK. It means that if
you're
planning to walk that far, you'd better damn well know how to
do
simple arithmetic. Study! Stay in school!
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Otacon : OK -- "A frog in a well knows not of the great ocean." Hey, I
don't like this one at all. Trapping a little frog in a well?
That sucks, that's really cruel. Of course it's not going to
see
the big blue sea the lack of sunlight alone will kill it
pretty
quick. Sure, locking someone up is a good way to make sure
they
don't see what you don't want them to. But this is a terrible
saying, and I don't like it at all. Poor little froggy...!
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Otacon : The Chinese have a proverb that goes "Scholars hold in esteem
knowledge, not acts." See, they just sit around thinking,
instead
of actually doing. Which doesn't make them too useful. Action
is
what matters! I think.
Otacon : Snake, have you noticed that you bring her up a lot?
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Otacon : Snake, do you know the Chinese proverb "Care avoids err"? Kung
word meaning "what." There are some linguists who think that
this
accounts for an almost universal utterance of the syllable
"er"
when people are at a loss for words. A kind of vestigial --
??? : What a crock! What did you do with that little cheat sheet I
made
you!
Otacon : Er --
??? : How could you do that! You know how busy I am and you -- !!
Otacon : Er, Mei Ling, we're in the middle of a mission and everything!
So
can we, you know...
Mei Ling : Fine. Sure. And Snake, the real meaning of "Care avoids err"
is
that if you're cautious, you can avoid making serious
mistakes.
Even if you've gotten used to the mission, watch what you do.
Good luck!
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Otacon : Err...
Otacon : Nothing! Now don't we need to get back to the mission? So much
to
do, so little time...
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04) Pliskin's Equipment Descriptions
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+=--=+=--=+
AKS-74u
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : So, you've got an AKS-74u. If you wear an enemy's field outfit
and carry an AK, you can pass for one of them. The AK is an
outstanding rifle in terms of precision and reliability. As
evidenced by widespread licensed manufacturing -- not to
mention
large quantities of illegal reproductions -- the AK is in high
demand around the world. It is often used as reference for the
design of new rifle models. Designs for Israel's Galil,
Finland's
Valmet, and other rifles are based on the basic structure of
the
AK. You have a smaller model of the AKS-74 that was designed
for
use by Special Forces personnel. The stock will only extend to
a
maximum length of 726mm ...a feature that makes the rifle
easier
to handle in small spaces.
Without suppressor
Pliskin : So, you're using the suppressor. Now you won't have to worry
about the enemy hearing your gunshots.
+=--=+=--=+
Bandage
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : I see you have the bandage equipped. Whenever you're bleeding,
select the bandage in the menu display and press the
Confirmation
button to stop the bleeding. The bandage is an absorption pad
made from alginate fiber. As you probably know, when alginate
fibers come into contact with blood or liquids, the colloid
gels
to produce a moist condition for speeding up the healing
process.
With outstanding absorption properties in terms of speed and
capacity, bandages effectively stop bleeding.
+=--=+=--=+
B.D.U.
+=--=+=--=+
Raiden : Cut it out. It's bad enough that I'm dripping with sweat
wondering when somebody's gonna see through my disguise.
Pliskin : Don't worry. And quit being so sensitive. At least your walk
won't give you away...
Pliskin : Nothing. Forget I said it. I'd worry more about the fact that
the
uniform's a little small for your size. It just might come off
when you bump into an enemy... Normally, a proper-fitting
uniform
is issued to a soldier. You're just going to have to fit your
movement to the uniform...
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Binoculars
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Body Armor
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+
Book
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : Raiden... what've you got there? Oh, come on... don't play
dumb.
That kind of thinking might even be helpful on the
battlefield.
Pliskin : Look... aside from its educational value, you can probably use
it
to distract an enemy...
+=--=+=--=+
C4
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : Planning to take some pictures? Well, you've got the right
camera
for the task. With auto-focus and zoom features, this camera
guarantees clear pictures. It won't wear with use... so take
all
the shots you want.
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Cardboard Box
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : The cardboard box that you have is ideal for fooling your
enemies. It's a very important tool for infiltration missions.
Of
course. I can't begin to count the number of agents whose
lives
were saved by a cardboard box...
Pliskin : Look. I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your
mission
hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a
cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it
won't be of much use to you. Y'know... I've lost a couple
thanks
to you...
Raiden : ?
Pliskin : Nothing... forget it. Treat your cardboard box with care. Take
care of the box and it'll take care of you... Don't think of
it
as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough.
Okay?
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Chaff Grenade
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : Maybe now's the time to start again? Just joking, kid. Those
things'll stunt your growth and ruin your health. But in the
battlefield, you'll find there's other uses for those
cigarettes
besides smoking. I'm sure you'll figure out how to use 'em
when
the time comes...
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Claymore
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Coolant
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : The coolant spray that you have is great for freezing the C4
set
by Fatman. After you equip the spray, you can discharge the
coolant by pressing the Weapon button. When the coolant is
exposed to the open air, it changes into a gel and adheres to
the
C4 and stays at a low temperature. Spray a lot of coolant to
cover the C4 and make sure that it won't melt away. This means
that once you coat the C4 with this stuff, you can assume it
won't explode. You've got enough there so you don't have to
worry
about running out. It's important to remember that once you
equip
yourself with the spray, you won't be able to move. If an
enemy
approaches while you're spraying the coolant, the best thing
to
do is put it away and hide. On top of dealing with the C4, you
can use the spray against an enemy. Don't forget that.
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Directional Mic
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Empty Magazine
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : What you've got there is an empty magazine for hand guns and
automatic weapons. Press the Weapon button for the windup, and
release the button to throw it. Hitting an enemy with it won't
do
much damage. But if used properly, it will provide a
distraction.
Throwing distance depends on how strong you press the Weapon
button. It might be even more useful if you can accurately
throw
the magazine to a desired spot
+=--=+=--=+
Grenade
+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+
M9
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : Yeah. It looks like the same gun used by Solid Snake two years
ago. Following that terrorist incident, similar models were
made
and sold among the fans of his exploits. I think that's one of
them. That's an American military M9 modified for tranquilizer
bullets. When the tranquilizer bullets hit a target, the round
uses the force of the impact to mix the drug, also producing a
gas in the process. The pressure of the gas drives a built-in
piston that injects the target with a powerful anesthetic.
It's
like firing a small hypodermic syringe. This M9 is a
tranquilizer
gun that knocks out the enemy... it doesn't kill them.
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Mine Detector
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : That mine detector that you're equipped with displays the
location of Claymore mines that aren't visible to the naked
eye.
It's not your run-of-the-mill mine detector. It isn't a metal
detector. It's based more on the various systems used in
chemical
detectors. In short, it doesn't respond to a mine's metallic
casing. It actually detects the elements used in explosives.
Basically, it's similar to the sensor that the old man gave
you... the one that responds to the "smell" of C4. That's why
you
can accurately detect the location of mines despite the fact
that
you're in a metal-based structure. There's no point using the
detector without employing the radar.
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Night Vision Googles
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : Those night vision goggles will let you see in the dark. The
goggles are equipped with an image intensifier that amplifies
even the lowest levels of light to produce clear images. Night
vision devices were introduced in the 1940s. Since then,
they've
undergone several modifications to improve both sensitivity
and
resolution. Incidentally, the set you're using is a
fourth-generation model.
+=--=+=--=+
Nikita
+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pentazemin
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : You have the Pentazemin equipped, huh. To steady your hands
when
aiming with a sniper rifle, select Pentazemin in the menu
display and press the Confirmation button. Pentazemin is a
benzodiazepine anti-depressant used in the treatment of
disorders
such as depression and autonomic imbalance. In addition to its
calming effect, it also relaxes muscular tension and combats
convulsions. The result is a steady set of hands. One more
thing... Pentazemin does not prevent seasickness...
+=--=+=--=+
PSG-1
+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+
PSG-1 T
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : The PSG1-T that you have there is a PSG1 with a modified
barrel
for firing tranquilizer rounds. It handles like a PSG1. The
only
difference is that it spares lives. It's up to you whether you
want to use it or not.
+=--=+=--=+
Rations
+=--=+=--=+
Raiden : Hmmm.
+=--=+=--=+
RGB6
+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+
Sensor
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : You're using your Anti-Personnel Sensor. It vibrates whenever
an
enemy is approaching your position. The sensor responds to the
electromagnetic field and heartbeat of life forms. The closer
an
enemy, the bigger the vibration. It's a useful device. But
remember that if you're equipped with the sensor, you won't
be able to feel any other vibrations around you. It's like
life... You gain something only to lose something else. It's
up
to you to decide where and when you want to use it.
+=--=+=--=+
Sensor A
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : I see the old man set you up with a Sensor A unit. Aside from
C4,
explosives continually release their own specific particles.
Based on ion mobility spectrometry technology, Sensor A is
capable of detecting particle clusters. Simply put, the
detector
can "sniff out" C4. The detected C4 appears on radar as a
cloud-like shape. The cloud indicates the rough location of
the
explosive. This sensor looks like it's been specially tuned.
It's
been specially modified to sniff out the signature odor of C4
combined with Fatman's special perfume that he uses to
identify
his work. That's why it won't respond to any of the C4 that
we've
set up.
Pliskin : (see above) We got a lot of use out of this thing. We probably
won't need it anymore.
+=--=+=--=+
Sensor B
+=--=+=--=+
Pliskin : (see above) However, since we've taken care of all the C4, and
given the fact that Fatman is no longer with us... I don't
think
we'll need this sensor anymore.
+=--=+=--=+
SOCOM
+=--=+=--=+
Without suppressor
With suppressor
+=--=+=--=+
Stinger
+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Stun Grenade
+=--=+=--=+=--=+
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
Thermal Googles
+=--=+=--=+=--=+=--=+
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Emma : Don't lie to me! The pool... you could never look me in the
eye
after the accident! You took the easy way out, so you wouldn't
have to face me! That way, you could avoid responsibility
every
day... You ran... you ran away so you wouldn't have to face
the
pain!
Emma : I know what you did! You manipulated our account on the
network... Look at what you're doing now... you're nothing but
a
cracker!
Otacon : For peace, E.E.! I'm not like Snake... I can't carry a gun and
face the enemy... That's why I do what I do best...
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Raiden : Uh...
Snake : Otacon's busy right now. You'll have to settle for me.
Emma : Science is for the individual. For me, it's a way to realize
my
dreams.
Snake : Revenge?
Emma : I'm gonna make him regret the day he left me... I'm going to
make
him realize he was wrong!
Emma : Real bright, lady! That's exactly the line that scientists are
never meant to cross!
Emma : Right! I sold my soul for revenge! I will never forgive him!
Snake : Emma!
Emma : W-What...?
Snake : You're speaking your mind... not your heart. Just leave it at
that.
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"In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth"
Some topics in the recent American past have the immediacy and power that
still engage our collective imagination. Names like, "The Grassy Knoll," or
"Roswell," roll off our tongue with deliberates reserved by most other
nations for holy lands. With this new non-fiction account from Nastasha
Romanenko, Shadow Moses -- the scene of a nuclear siege two years ago -- is
set to join their ranks.
According to the author, Shadow Moses Island was nothing less than the U.S.
Army's testing grounds for a top-secret weapon known as Metal Gear REX, an
all-terrain bipedal tank with advanced nuclear capabilities. As for the
facilities takeover, Romanenko alleges that it was the U.S. military's own
shadowy "wet-works" force, known as "FOXHOUND," that staged an armed
insurrection in a bid for REX's possession.
The U.S. Army and the usual suspect of federal agencies have issued a
statement denouncing the book as a complete fabrication. However, with a
number of detailed eyewitness accounts that back up the author's assertions
cropping up daily on the Web, the denials serve more to enhance the book's
growing reputation. "Shadow Moses" is an engrossing read for casual and
serious readers alike, and promises to involve readers in a meaty debate
over
the truth of the matter for many years to come.
Excerpted from the literary review column "All Booked Up", The New York
Mirror
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The Shocking Conspiracy Behind Shadow Moses
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* By Gary McGolden
The island of Shadow Moses lies due north of Alaska's Fox Islands, deep in
the Arctic Circle. Above one of its rocky cliffs stands a cabin normally
used
for meteorological surveys, and it was here that I found myself, seated on
a
chair with my hands bound behind my back and a burlap sack covering my
entire
head. A blizzard rages outside, and the cabin was a dark, silent patch
somewhere inside the storm. I could sense at least four men around me.
They had been interrogating me for what felt like hours now.
The burlap sack is pungent with the traces of coffee beans. In the biting
cold of the cabin, images of Brazil come to me unbidden: alleys coiled
through with vivid, untended profusion of flowers, children with skin like
frothy chocolate, sunshine capable of burning out the cornea, erupting
between
palm fronds.
The man in the front of me asks for the second, or the hundredth, time.
"That's enough."
"We have the disc back. Just get rid of him so we can get out of this
place."
Even in my current sorry state, I was still a journalist. He had said, "We
have the disc back." That meant that my hosts were the original owners of
that optical disc. The last piece of the puzzle was in its place; I knew
beyond a shadow of doubt that everything recorded on the disc was true, and
that the conspiracy I had suspected did in fact exist.
The raging storm outside seemed to gain entry to the cabin in an instance,
and I heard thin screams from the captors that encircled my chair. The next
second, they had already fallen heavily onto the floor.
The brief confusion ended before I regained enough presence of mind to even
panic. Whoever was now here, whatever had happened, my tormentors were
obviously out of commission. But now I could hear measured footsteps
approaching across the floor. If this person had just saved my life, who
was
it? Or was I about to share the other's fate? The footsteps came to a halt
in
front of me, but strangely enough, I did not feel any sort of presence
nearby.
The burlap was slowly lifted from around my head, pulled off by an unseen
hand. The stinging night air cooled my face, and my eyes gradually regained
focus in the darkened room.
And I could finally see who it was that stood before me.
A killer virus that only targets specific individuals with deadly accuracy.
Tanks that walk rather than roll, and carry a nuclear payload.
A covert organization, the third and the most powerful political party, my
encounter with which landed me in this chair in the Alaskan winter...
All of these are a part of the truth I found sealed within the optical
disc,
and I intend to share what I have learned in the pages to follow. That
includes everything I now know about our government, and the secret arena
where an even greater power pulls the strings. This is the truth many have
glimpsed but never dared to talk about.
Everything detailed in this book actually happened, and after I lived it,
my
world was no longer the same safe place I knew. Neither, I promise, will be
yours if you have the courage to keep going.
A month before my dramatic escape from death on Shadow Moses, I was having
late breakfast in my apartment in New York.
A large patch of mud was my undoing. I slipped, fell and was knocked
unconscious. When I came to, It was already dawn.
Later, I was trying to see the bump on the back of my head in the mirror
when
I saw a pinprick, had been made behind my ear. You learn a little something
when you watch as much TV as I did. There was no doubt that I had been
abducted by a passing UFO, and had spent the hours while unconscious with
alien beings! Unfortunately, no one in the area recalled seeing a UFO, and
not a single person had the sense to listen my story. I realize now that
this
was the day I decided to uncover truth for a living, and become a
journalist.
But back to the present day. It turned out that the ringing wasn't in my
ear,
but from the doorbell. The thing shrieked somewhere south of a bariton bat
sonar, barely within the range of human hearing. Blame the mangling it took
from a particularly displeased visitor.
Outside the door was the mailman, and in the mailman's hand was a thick
manila envelop. On the envelope was a label, addressed to me.
A letter bomb!
I pressed my ear against the envelope and concentrated hard. But not a tick
from the thing. Of cause. No one uses analog watches in bombs these days.
That's why they call it the Digital Age. In fact, why would there even be a
watch in a letter bomb? The point if that the recipient opens it, and the
bomb goes off. Which means that it's actually the completely silent
envelopes
that are dangerous. I knew that opening that flap would send my eggs to the
big omelet in the sky, but you don't get to be an investigative journalist
for
thinking inside the box.
"Riiip"
No!
The contents of the suspicious envelope dropped to the floor with lighting
speed!
In this world, you can never be too careful. Let this be a warning to you,
readers: when circumstances compel you to open an envelope from the bottom,
turn it upside down first. As a rule, I discovered, objects fall down, and
this is happened to the contents of my lethal envelope, straight down into
a
half-eaten depth of a delivery pizza forgotten on the floor. I don't recall
when exactly this food item arrived on these premises, but the thing was
definitely a museum piece by now.
Anyway. I fished the optical disc out, noting the lack of a label. A quick
wash at the sink got rid of the crud it had accumulated.
The disc was drying by the window as I hunted through the now-harmless
envelope for clues. A single sheet of Xerox paper was stuck to the inside
and
it read:
I'm mailing you this optical disc that was sent to the edit department.
It's
right up your alley, see if you get enough stuff together. This is your
chance for a comeback, so don't screw it up."
Max is an old friend, and used to manage most of my book deals way back
when.
We hadn't seen each other much since I gave up writing. Not that he has the
right to tell me about comebacks and screwing up, but I fins myself growing
excited by the prospect of writing another book. But there was problem, and
it was a big one.
But an urgent click on the icon only brought up an error message. What
nefarious scheme was this!? What secret encryption was preventing me from
accessing the data!? I click again and again with the same result, and
started
to gnaw on the keyboard in frustration. The starving student came running
over, wailing about his equipment. He typed in some moon-man language,
avoiding patched of my spit, and a frighteningly cheerful application
startup
screen appeared on the display. Then lo and behold, I finally laid my eyes
on
the dense mass of text, the contents of the disc!
At the very top it read: "'In the Darkness of Shadow Moses' by Nastasha
Romanenko"
The starving student was being scholarly and trying to read the text over
my
shoulder. I knocked him out with a punch to the solar plexus and devoured
the
file's content. It was like a blow to the head with a frozen tuna; my brain
was reeling from the shock. The file was full of wild stuff: top-secret
conspiracies, incredible genetic experimentation, cold-blooded military
deployment of classified weapons. This was the most incredible stuff I had
ever come across.
Various theories were placed into circulation by the media at the time.
Some
journalists insisted it had been a foiled invasion attempt by a foreign
state,
others suspected a coup d'etat by a part of the U.S military. I myself
wrote
an opinion piece for a magazine explaining that Shadow Moses was the Ellis
Island for the "Greys". This diminutive grey race is after all the most
famous of our alien neighbors, notorious for having secret bases all over
planet Earth.
But according to this file, we had all been off our marks.
What had instead unfolded on Shadow Moses was the most major terrorist
incident in history, an apocalyptic scenario born out of a government-
developed superman project and a doomsday weapon of the same origin.
On that fateful day, the nuclear weapons disposal plant on Shadow Moses had
suddenly been seized by an irregular operations squad called "FOXHOUND",
aided by a group of next-generation super-soldiers. And what they
threatened
was no less than a nuclear strike against the mainland United States!
Apparently we have a man know only as "Solid Snake" -- and his solitary
infiltration of the disposal facility -- to thank for it.
Believe it or not, this is only the tip of the iceberg as far as the Shadow
Moses incident is concerned. The disc contains many more horrifying facts
such as a major government conspiracy, a classified weapon described as a
"walking nuclear-capable tank", and advanced genetic manipulation projects.
Many of these hidden dealings were discovered by Solid Snake as he carried
out his mission, and it is now my job is to relate these facts to you the
readers.
But is it still a little too premature to do so? The content of the disc
may
after all be nothing more than fiction, or even a delusion. After all, who
exactly is this Nastasha Romanenko?
A quick search of the Web turned up a few illuminating facts about this
elusive writer. Nastasha Romanenko was at one point with the DIA (Defense
Intelligence Agency). At the time of the Shadow Moses incident, she appears
to have been a freelance military analyst, having already resigned from the
Agency. Nuclear and weapon technology would certainly be right up her
alley,
and in the disc she states that she took part in Solid Snake's mission
support. Her exact role was as a member of NEST(Nuclear Emergency Search
Team)
providing field expertise via the radio. Her intimate involvement in the
mission gives her a complete and clear grasp of the facts surrounding the
case
despite the government's successful cover-up.
A look at Romanenko's curriculum vitae and body of papers makes her anti-
nuclear stance more than obvious. That, along with all the other facts
about
this person, suggests that unless she suffered a sudden chemical imbalance
or
is plotting a second career as a Hollywood screenwriter, Nastasha Romanenko
does not indulge in expounding conspiracy theories for its own sake.
Me : "Hello. Listen, you leftover carnival prize, what do you know about a
women named Nastasha Romanenko?"
Whoever it says : "Hey, your village called. They want their idiot back.
And
watch your language, freak." Click.
Clearly, they're hiding something. Why else the abrupt response and the
hasty
hang-up? I was on the trail of something important. Something dangerous. If
the content of disc was true, this Nastasha Romanenko was definitely the
Woman-Who-Knew-Too-Much. Her life would be in danger, and she must either
have gone to ground or was already dead. That brief telephone conversation
spoke volumes: there was a contract out on her life! If this was the price
of
speaking the truth as described in that disc, the picture was complete. But
was everything she wrote really true?
I went back to my apartment and packed a bag. I was headed for Shadow
Moses.
I took a plane out to the northernmost domestic airport and went to see my
cousin John-Dee.
"Shadow Moses? Are you nuts? All the other guys say the place is crawling
with the military. If you get even close to the shore, they shine huge
searchlights in you face, and some of my buddies even got interrogated
once!"
I felt the sudden chill of fear along with a certainty what I was on the
right
track.
"You're a wuss, you know that? Try being abducted by a UFO, that'll teach
you
what's really scary."
"I got a family, you know? I'm not about to go messing around with The
Man!"
"OK, you get me as close as you can then. I'll swim the rest of the way."
It was colder than the dairy section and the boat pitched like a subway
derailment on caffeine. I shock constantly from the cold, retched peanut
butter into the sea, then downed some more to keep warm. A few days passed
in
this pleasant fashion until John-Dee, drawing lines on his charts, turned
to
me.
"I'm sorry man, but this is as far as I can go. If you really want to do
this
thing, you're going to have your own way."
There were at least 20 miles to Shadow Moses according to the chart. But
John-Dee was already a blubbering wreck, and I didn't have the heart to
strong-arm him. I steeled my nerves.
The plan was brilliant. I'd gutted a super-size tuna and stuffed some
inflated balloons inside, along with a small oil lamp to keep the interior
toasty. I would cover the length of my body with the fish and dog-paddle my
way to the island. Any oxygen shortage could quickly be remedied thanks to
the balloon, and my landing would appear to be nothing more than a large
dead
fish swept ashore. All I had to do was slip out of the tuna undetected and
investigate the hell out of the place. Absolutely brilliant.
I bore the fishy stink of the tuna skin with proper journalistic aplomb and
walked to the edge of the ship's deck. The Arctic wind was numbing even
through the wetsuit, but I bade John-Dee a hearty farewell and jumped into
the sea. But right then, disaster struck!
Actually it was the tuna spine. Its bony mass conked me hard on the back of
my head from the force of the landing. I tried to right myself, but I was
jammed tight against the balloons. The tuna started to sink rapidly, and I
kicked my legs wildly as about a gallon of seawater rushed in to my lungs.
To
add insult to injury, the lamp fell over, shedding its cover. I could feel
the heat of the exposed flame dangerously close to my face, and smell the
singed hair. This is why I hate traveling.
But after what felt like hours, I found myself ashore on the Shadow Moses
Island.
Let's take a moment here to review what happened on the island on that
fateful day. Romanenko's disc provides a complete answer.
They were the purebreds among the dogs of war, and they turned on their
masters with a surprising demand. Having seized the civilians that were on
hand, they demanded that the government turn over to them the body of
FOXHOUND's founder and combat genius, the so-called "Big Boss". The
government had 24 hours to comply or a nuclear strike would be initiated.
But
what would motivate them to make such a demand, and how did they intend to
make good their threat of a nuclear launch?
Your reaction is probably one of incredulity. "Just one guy?" You may
wonder.
"They decided to gamble the future of the entire world on a single
mercenary?"
Snake was delivered to the island by USS Discovery, an Ohio class ballistic
missile submarine. He may have been the lone field operative, but there was
a
distinguished mission control team in contact with him by radio.
The overall control of the mission rested with Colonel Roy Campbell aboard
the USS Discovery. As a former commander of FOXHOUND and Snake's CO during
the 1999 Zanzibar Land standoff, he was forcibly called out from retirement
to
deal with this latest crisis.
Also aboard the Discovery was Dr. Naomi Hunter, a genetic engineering
expert
with the commercial biotech firm ATGC Inc. She was in charge of FOXHOUND's
gene manipulation program.
Mei Ling, the architect of the mission's state-of-the-art radar and
communication system, was the third team member. Apparently something of an
engineering wunderkind, she developed this next-generation communication
technology while still a student at MIT. At the time of the mission, she
may
have still been in her teens.
WHAT TERRORIST ACTS WERE COMMITTED HERE? THE HOSTAGES AND WHAT THEY TELL US
The first task faced by Solid Snake upon his infiltration if Shadow Moses
Island was the rescue of the hostages. Two of the captives in particular
were
considered top-priority, but neither survived the mission. Though Snake
successfully freed both men, they died suddenly in an identical manner. At
the time, the mission control team tentatively attributed the death to
heart
attacks -- a diagnosis that was to prove starkly incorrect.
The first hostage was Donald Anderson, the head of DARPA (Defense Advanced
Research Projects Agency), the R&D body of the U.S. Department of Defense.
The
organization is responsible for planning and overseeing the development of
new weapon technology.
The other VIP hostage, Kenneth Baker, was the president of ArmsTech, one of
the largest and most powerful defense subcontractors in the country.
An overseer of the U.S.'s war technology and a powerful arms producer don't
just happen to meet in an out-of-the-way military outpost. No one reading
this
account can fail to realize that these two had no business in a nuclear
weapon disposal plant. And since neither Anderson nor Baker was in the
habit
of enjoying winter picnics, Romanenko's assertion that there was a new
weapon
secretly being developed on the island rings all the more true. According
to
her, there was indeed such a weapon, and it was close enough to completion
to
warrant a field test. But what exactly was this new weapon?
Metal Gear. I'm not sure it's a term that many of you have heard. I know it
only as a kind of journalistic urban legend while I was still a beat
reporter.
It was a phantom bipedal tank that moved with unprecedented speed across
difficult terrain such as mountains, desert and swamps, firing nuclear
warheads\
from locations that were previously impossible. Once this weapon rolled off
the assembly line, nuclear strikes could be made from almost any adverse
terrain, and the tactical nuclear map for the whole world would be
rewritten.
But the history does indeed repeat itself, and the specter of Metal Gear
rose
once again -- in the state-of-the-art weapons development programs on
Shadow
Moses Island.
In fact, the disposal facility at Shadow Moses had been built to disarm and
temporarily store many of these same warheads. With the very idea of
nuclear
weapons under serious scrutiny, why would the military invest in the
development of a nuclear-capable tank? Or was there something more to this
weapon?
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Metal Gear REX, the newest of its
kind.
Almost forty-five feet in height, equipped with Vulcan cannons and laser
array and shielded by a cutting-edge composite armor, rendering the unit
practically impervious to even HEAT(High Explosive Anti-Tank) warheads. And
I
haven't even gotten to the truly scary part of this thing.
The crown jewel of this Shadow Moses Metal Gear was its rail gun
technology.
The gun was designed to fire nuclear warheads clear of the atmosphere,
where
they would automatically align themselves to the target and ride optimal
trajectory back down to Earth.
"So what?" you may think. "There's a big fat missile flying in from the
sky.
Who cares where it came from? Just shoot the dame thing down." But here's
the
catch: You won't be able to find any of REX's warheads, let alone shoot
them
down. Don't believe me? The facts bear me out.
This invisible attack would make it impossible for anyone to pinpoint the
origin of a given missile even in the event of a strike. Without a clear
aggressor to retaliate against, the concept of mutual assured destruction
falls apart. Without the fear of MAD, the existing rules of nuclear
non-engagement would no longer apply.
It also wouldn't matter if the whole world knew that a nuclear missile
would
be launched from Shadow Moses Island; the missile defense system was
helpless
against the new breed of ballistic missiles. This was exactly what the
terrorists counted on in unleashing Metal Gear REX and its all-powerful
nuclear weapon against the world.
Anyway.
I trudged through the cave, sweating under the weight of my trusty tuna.
Soon,
the rocks gave way to smooth walls and a row of bright lights. I had
finally
arrived -- this was no doubt the cradle of insurrection, that military
facility which Solid Snake so brilliantly penetrated, the eye of the storm
that threatened to engulf of the world!
I couldn't believe me ears. How could anyone on a remote island that I'd
never visited know my name? I took a good cautious look around and saw a
familiar figure among the steel pillars in the corner. It was -- John-Dee!
"What the hell happened to you, John-Dee?" I asked, crouching down next to
him.
"I dunno. Right after I let you off, this black helicopter came around."
"A helicopter?"
"Yeah. A kind of squarish black one. The next I know, I'm tied up here...
Gary, why're you still wearing that fish?"
Was there more to this as I'd suspected? Who was responsible? The military?
Or that mysterious group mentioned in the disc, the one whose authority
outstrips even that of the President of the United States?
Where was the shooter? The bullets were wildly ricocheting off the posts,
making it impossible for me to pinpoint the origin. If I stayed put, I was
a
dead meat. What should be my next course of action?
"Don't call me Gary! I'm just a tuna!" I started to run, dodging bullets
and
sprinting up the stairs. I was unstoppable, speeding away like a gazelle in
a
large fishskin. Farewell, cousin John-Dee. There are responsibilities
greater
than your safety that I must shoulder. Mine is a high and lonely path.
SOLID SNAKE VS. THE ARMY OF THE DARKNESS
Let's take this moment to review Solid Snake's footsteps. The nuclear
weapons
disposal facility that he had infiltrated was crawling with terrorists, and
engaging the enemy was unavoidable. This was a battlefield, no mistake
about
it.
Snake's progress had been impeded at every step by the patrolling squads of
super-"genome soldiers," and such formidable FOXHOUNDs as Psycho Mantis,
the
master of psychokinesis and mind reading, the chameleon-like Decoy Octopus,
the chaingun-wielding giant Vulcan Raven, and Sniper Wolf, one of the best
marksman in history. The following is a profile of individuals whose
involvement with the government conspiracy seems to be the most intimate.
The
information should help make the terrifying truth about this case more
clear.
- Revolver Ocelot
Ocelot challenged Snake when he came looking for Kenneth Baker, the
President
of ArmsTech Inc. But the battle never reached the conclusion Ocelot wanted
due to the sudden intrusion of the stealth camouflage-clad Cyborg Ninja.
The
Ninja's sword cut a deadly arc right through Ocelot's right arm, and Ocelot
retreated in agony.
- The Ninja
His name had been Gray Fox, and he was supposed to have been killed by
Snake,
his best friend. This may seem surprising, but the dead coming back to life
is a fairly routine occurrence. There are examples throughout the world to
prove the fact. When a Roland Greace's grave was relocated in 1952, there
were deep gouge marks discovered on the inside of Hungarian farmer's casket
lid. It looked as though the dying man had tried to claw his way out of the
coffin. On a brighter note, a Japanese man called Jin-emon Natakama walked
out of a stalactite cave in 1914 a full ten years after he had gone missing
while exploring the same cave. His family was doubly astonished to discover
that he had apparently not aged a day since they last saw him. All this
makes
complete sense to me, and it should to you as well in a moment.
Two words: pyramid power. I have no doubt that Gray Fox was forced to
undergo
the same revival process by military scientists in the course of their
horrific genetic experiments.
- Liquid Snake
I know exactly what you are thinking as you hear the name of the man who
led
the Shadow Moses uprising -- and my answer is yes. Solid Snake, our hero,
and
Liquid Snake are none other than twin brothers.
They are not, however, twins in the usual sense. This is yet another
manifestation of the U.S. military's dangerous love affair with genetic
engineering. The two Snakes are fighting machines created through the
so-called Project "Les Enfants Terribles"!
Solid and Liquid Snake, however, were successfully created from their
"father"
Big Boss' genetic material. They were literally born to be extraordinary
soldiers, and it was no surprise that when they finally met, the result
would
be a titanic confrontation.
I pulled open the door and lurched into the faintly lit gloom. The subzero
wind felt soothing on my overworked body. I laid the tuna down and sat down
next to it, trying to catch my breath. The enemy may pursue me even here,
but
I had nothing left in me to run with.
Peanut butter is my Waterloo. When I was a kid, I was a wuss who couldn't
eat
peanut butter like other red-blooded children.
One day, I decided to confront this weakness of mine, and put myself on a
peanut butter overload: anything I put in my mouth had to have peanut
butter
on it. I piled the stuff on everything from chilidogs without onions -- my
favorite dish -- to spearmint gun to my first girlfriend's lips.
The inevitable result was that I came to hate peanut butter. If I didn't
much
like it before, I now loathed it with abandon. If I could gather the entire
world supply of peanut butter and dump it to the Bermuda Triangle, I would.
As it is, all I can do is eat as much of the stuff as I can. Peanut butter,
I
will always hate you.
It must be another song I'm thinking of. Can't remember. Snow is starting
to
coat my shoes.
Bright light in my eye. Now I remember what day it is -- June 24th. Why am
I
so sleepy? And that is that sound?
If you recall, I wrote that the two hostages -- the DARPA chief Donald
Anderson and ArmsTech president Kenneth Baker -- died of a heart attack
while
they were being rescued by Solid Snake. The actual cause of their death,
however, was a specially engineered assassination virus called FOXDIE.
FOXDIE is a retrovirus that kill only a select people; its development was
passed onto Naomi Hunter from her predecessor. Once FOXDIE finds its way
into
its target's system, the person dies almost immediately. It's practically a
viral equivalent of spontaneous human combustion.
Dr. Hunter had injected Solid Snake with this Virus, and as he unwittingly
made contact with his targets one by one, they fell prey to the retrovirus'
power. But the decision to infect Snake was not hers -- that order in fact
came directly from the Pentagon!
The Pentagon also believed that FOXDIE would successfully cover up the
incident by the virtue of its lethality. However, Naomi Hunter's
reengineering
of the virus cast grave doubts on the reliability of FOXDIE itself. Even
though the nature of her manipulation was unknown, the Pentagon decided to
take extreme measures to counteract this development.
But what kind of a group is it whose power outstrips even that of the
American Presidency?
When I came to, I was sitting in a weather station cabin with a burlap sack
on my head and my hand tied behind my back. I haul myself all the way out
to
this pimple on the Arctic and die at the hands of an invisible executioner
without finding out a thing.
"Whatever it is, it's worth more than you." I respond with as much menace
and
dignity as the burlap on my head allowed.
What followed was both highly tedious and painful, and nothing of great
significance was said until that electrifying statement, "We have the disc
back."
We've now come full circle since the start of my account, and caught up to
the point where it originated. It was unclear how the disc had gotten to
Max
Smithson as MEGASURPRISE, but my captor's words indicated that the disc had
originally belonged to them. Either that, or they were the ones who wanted
it
the most urgently. I took my courage in my hands and opened a dialogue with
them.
"You, you guys happen to be that secret society whose power outstrips even
that
of the American Presidency? Answer me, you artificial coloring on a cheap
drugstore candy cane!"
This had the exact effect I'd hoped for, namely to send them into a violent
fit of rage. I must have hit pretty close to home. The contents of the disc
were as good as verified -- this was indeed the secret society whose power
outstripped even that of the American Presidency! In my delight, I hardly
paid attention to the obscenities that were being screamed at me, nor to
the
distinct sound of a gun being pulled out of its holster.
It was then the cabin suddenly erupted into controlled chaos. It seemed
only
seconds from the time the window was smashed in to the moment I realized
that
my captors had been decimated and I was alone with my savior.
Who was this human whirlwind? I was ready to lose my lunch from the
curiosity
and the terror. I could taste the peanut butter in my mouth. I could hear
the
enigma walk up to me, and lift the burlap sack off my head. I concentrated
on
the hammering of my heart for a moment, then slowly looked up.
I could see nothing, sense nothing. But someone was untying the ropes
biting
into my wrists. Invisible hands placed themselves on either side of my head
in a strange parody of a coronation. They deftly removed the bandanna I had
earlier fashioned into a clumsy bandage for my bruised head; the faded
piece
of cloth was not my own, but a flotsam found on the beach. I reached for
the
unseen figure with my shaking hands, but with one quick flick of the
bandanna,
it was gone.
But there were more surprise to come. As I gingerly moved my stiff body, I
felt an unfamiliar bulk against my chest, and discovered the precious
optical
disc, miraculously recovered. Not only that, but there were enough backup
copies to fill me with awe and pop the stitches on my flimsy pocket.
PUBLISHER'S AFTERWORD
This nonfiction work was based on the factual account written by Nastasha
Romanenko, a military analyst who allegedly took part in a secret mission
to
counter a terrorist incident on Alaska's Shadow Moses Island. Her account
was
published in its original, unabridged form as "In the Darkness of Shadow
Moses" after the successful publication of this volume.
McGolden has seemingly vanished into thin air following his manuscript's
arrival at our humble offices. While this had been a source of great
pleasure
to our accounting department, I sincerely hope that this notoriously fickle
but talented writer is hard at work on a follow-up to this volume.
I should note, however, that Gary was mistaken about one thing. I never
mailed
him that disc.
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* Nastasha Romanenko
Even the local fishermen rarely venture to this outcropping of land. Yet
the
incident of all incidents took place on this remote isle, north of Alaska's
Fox Islands. A number of confirmed facts undermine the U.S. government's
denial of the entire affair. Among those are the sudden appearance of the
Ohio-class nuclear submarine USS Discovery off Shadow Moses, far away from
its designated position, and an official record that shows that a squadron
of
six fully-armed F117 Nighthawks departed from Galena Air Force base for
Alaska a scant event, an E-3C AWACS on emergency deployment to the Alaska
area is said to have had none other than the then National Security Advisor
Jim Houseman as its on-board VIP. What exactly happened on Shadow Moses?
There was no lack of rumors to account for this series of unusual military
activities: an armed incursion, a coup attempt by a branch of the military
and other theories made its way to the public table. I can state
unequivocally
that none of them came close to the truth. What actually took place was the
single greatest terrorist incident in modern history. It was an act of
political violence on a scale the world had never seen, a blow that
threatened to send the Damocles' sword of nuclear warfare into a free-fall.
Most significant of all, the attack stemmed from several so-called 'Black
Project' which the U.S. government had been conducting in top secret, away
from public scrutiny. I have in my hand two optical discs. One contains the
entire record of events that took place on Shadow Moses Island that fateful
day: the takeover of a nuclear weapons disposal plant by an armed group.
Other key points of this incredible record are:
- The identification of the perpetrators as the government's own
genetically-
enhanced next-generation commandos and a covert special forces squad,
FOXHOUND, with a long dark history of secret intervention.
- The existence of one Metal Gear REX, a bipedal nuclear-capable tank whose
development was one of the most classified projects of all time.
The other remaining disc holds the details of Project FOXDIE, a massive
cover-up, which the U.S. government planned and executed in order to
prevent
exposure. There are, after all, forces within the U.S. government who seek
to
maintain the military power structure established in the last century, and
will not hesitate to resuscitate the terror of nuclear arms in order to
achieve that end. My intent is to expose their activity, and the entirety
of
the Shadow Moses Affair, through this book. Only then can we hope to free
the
coming generations from the daminosa heredities of the 20th-century nuclear
arms race.
I looked up from the mass of documents at the sound of the doorbell. On the
monitor in front of me was a half-finished status report on the resurgence
of
nuclear arms development in a certain Middle Eastern state. The UNSCOM
(United
Nations Special Commission) had officially requested a survey by the UN
weapons inspectors, and had been refused entry; tensions were once again
running high in the Gulf. As a military analyst whose specialty was nuclear
arms, I was under contract from a think tank to produce a study of the
situation. It was due the day after the next, and interruptions were
definitely not welcome. I ground out my cigarette in the ashtray and
stepped
out of the study. All visitors to my house are checked via a surveillance
camera and then let in through the heavy gate. The property itself is
surrounded by a high wall. It may seem like overkill for a beach community,
but security is a necessity in greater Los Angeles, if only to keep out the
legion of swimsuit-clad tourists. However, there was nobody to be seen at
the
gate. It was either a prank, or the camera was malfunctioning. Reluctant to
investigate but feeling unsettled nevertheless, I headed back to the study
and sat back down at the computer to continue my work. Just then, someone
spoke behind me.
"You always were a little careless." I spun around, kicking the chair over.
There was a man standing at the entrance of the study, slouching in a
well-tailored suit.
"How did you get in here?" I demanded. After all, attempting to scale the
wall
or force the front door would immediately trigger the security system. But
he
refused to be ruffled.
"If you're going to use a flimsy lock like that, may as well not bother.
I'd
recommend a more professional security setup."
"Does the term 'breaking and entering' mean anything to you Richard?"
"You know law isn't my field of expertise," he replied nimbly and peered
over
my shoulder at the report on the computer display. "Radio isotope
projectile
separator uranium-235 production feasibility for high-speed gas centrifuge.
This must be about that Middle East nuke development. Looks like your
career
is going well. That's great." I pushed Richard aside and asked him flatly.
"What do you want?" He took a step back and regarded me with a slightly
mischievous smile.
"What, you afraid I came back to give us another chance?" He let the
silence
linger as if to relish my reaction. Then, suddenly formal, he continued,
"It's
an official request from the DIA." He placed a folder on the desk. "I'm
asking for your cooperation as a member of NEST."
NEST stands for Nuclear Emergency Search Team, a group that operates on the
Department of Energy budget. It was established in 1974 to provide
technological support to the FBI in areas of intelligence, investigation,
site securement, damage contain and medical response, damage containment
and
medical response during incidents involving criminal threats of nuclear
weapon use. Call it a band of experts on nuclear terrorism, if you will.
NEST
consists of independently contracted scientists from federally funded
research entities like Los Alamos and Lawrence Livermore, and military
specialists from groups dealing with nuclear arms issues. I happen to be
one
of the latter group. Richard was opening the file folder.
"It's not just FOXHOUND that's involved in this. FOXHOUND was conducting
joint exercises with the next-generation special forces, and they're a part
of the takeover as well."
"There are also civilian hostages involved. Two of them happen to be the
DARPA chief, Donald Anderson, and Kenneth Baker, the president of ArmsTech,
Inc."
"There was something going on in that 'disposal' facility, I take it? Let
me
guess - a demonstration of a new weapon."
"They want a body. Not just any corpse though -- they want FOXHOUND's
founder,
Big Boss. Legendary soldier, best fighting man of the twentieth century,
the
whole works."
"His body? Why would they want something like that so badly?"
"No idea, but unless they have it within 24 hours, they'll launch a nuclear
strike. Richard glanced at the clock coolly. "So we have about 19 hours."
"Impossible."
"Snake may be a legend, but he knows jack about nuclear weapons. Which is
why
I'm asking you to be a part of mission support. We'll have you set up in no
time." Right on cue, two men started to move a large piece of hardware,
apparently communication equipment, into the study. Richard nodded towards
the bulky load.
"Why me?" He turned and answered without missing a beat. "I need people I
can
trust. There's too much at stake."
It was a lie. The Richard Ames I knew trusted no one. But it was clear that
whatever the reason, he did not intend to tell me.
"It's a good thing I was in. What would you have done if I weren't?"
"So everything is set," Richard slapped a fist into the other palm.
"Insertion
was a success. Snake is on Shadow Moses." Richard walked into the study
with
the update he'd just received from one of this men.
"You should be hearing from him soon. You're clear on how to use the
radio?"
I nodded assent.
While the engineers were busy setting up the equipment, I had been briefed
on
its use as well as the mission. Snake had been delivered to the general
area
of Shadow Moses Island by USS Discovery, an Ohio-class nuclear submarine.
He
was then ejected from the submarine on a swimmer delivery vehicle (SDV),
which
he abandoned once within the range of under-water listening devices located
near the disposal plant. He would swim the rest of the way, in the freezing
cold Bering Sea water. The last leg of the insertion struck me as nothing
short of suicidal until I learned that Solid Snake was outfitted with a
state-of-the-art sneaking suit and had been injected with a compound
designed
to prevent the onset of hypothermia. In addition, while Snake would be the
only field operative involved, he would be in radio contact with a support
team during much of the mission. The members of this support team drew from
a
wide range of backgrounds. The mission control officer was Colonel Roy
Campbell, who would remain aboard the USS Discovery. I knew him by
reputation
alone. He was a former FOXHOUND commander, and Solid Snake's CO during the
quelling of the 1999 Zanzibar Land uprising. He had retired soon after, but
after the looks of things, he had been called out of retirement for this
mission. Dr. Naomi Hunter, a genetic engineering expert on a temporary
assignment from the gentech giant ATGC, was also on the team. She had
apparently been leading the bioengineering program for FOXHOUND. Richard
matter-of-factly confirmed that both FOXHOUND and the next-generation
special
forces had been undergoing genetic manipulation to enhance their combat
capability. I have a difficult time grasping what we have come to --
modifying
a person's essential genetic structure for the sake of creating a better
soldier. Also aboard the Discovery was Mei Ling, the inventor of the new
radar
and communication system deployed for this mission. She was something of an
engineering wunderkind, an MIT student who managed to turn the current
protocol of secure communication completely on its head. The last of the
support team was McDonnell Miller, a former survival instructor for
FOXHOUND.
Unlike the rest of us, he had volunteered his services upon receiving news
of
the incident on Shadow Moses. Like myself, he was working via satellite
linkup
from his home in Alaska. The five of us were more than equipped to support
Snake from our respective areas of expertise, but Snake was still the lone
field operative and the mission was a desperate one. Despite that, Richard
maintained that this was the most workable plan produced by the DOD
situational analysis. In hindsight, perhaps I should have suspected
something
then. The signs of a conspiracy were there, cleverly disguised as it was in
a
seemingly reckless mission plan. But we failed to see it, and both Solid
Snake
and I were to regret our folly bitterly.
"It's time, Nastasha," Richard called out as the call signal came on. The
line was already live as I nodded to him and took my position. I could feel
myself growing keener, more on edge.
"You the nuke expert that the Colonel was talking about?" The voice that
responded over the radio was, above all things, calm. Here was a man
operating alone out of a deeply hostile territory, and I could sense
nothing
resembling tension or impatience in his tone. Instead, it was as level and
unruffled as someone answering a routing telephone call at their office
desk.
Impressed, I continued on.
"Correct. If you have any questions about nuclear technology, all you need
to
do is ask. My department is military analysis, so I should be able to
provide
support with weapons information as well. I was called into this mission as
a
Nuclear Emergency Search Team (NEST) consultant, and I'd like to emphasize
that my cooperation was freely given. I have no intention of allowing any
nuclear strikes on my watch, let alone the rogue kind. Let me work with you
on this one."
That fact was all too obvious. Snake was the one who was putting his life
on
the line in Alaska, and I was safe and sound in California. All I could do
was talk over the radio. Snake's voice became less abrupt.
"It may not seem like much, but it's enough. No one's asking you to come
out
here and fight. That's my job. Anyway, Nastasha, I'll be counting on your
help." It was a strangely comforting voice, a voice that inspired trust.
"Same here." As I answered, I resolved to myself to do everything in my
power
to help him complete this mission. "The nuclear weapons disposal plant on
Shadow Moses dates back to 2002. It was built solely for the purpose of
temporarily storing nuclear warheads slated for disposal." I started to
brief
Snake on the background of the disposal facility, running through the
points
he needed to know. My first short exchange with Solid Snake ever, and I was
beginning to understand why he was called the man who "makes the
impossible,
possible." The icy calm in the face on insurmountable difficulty, the
absolute confidence, made it suddenly seem possible that he would pull off
this deadly mission. He had the power to make me believe. I grew conscious
of
Richard's gaze.
"What?"
"Oh -- it's just that you have a kind of glow about you when you're
working. I
like it."
"A glow? Funny you used to call it workaholism in the past. You found it
very
unappealing, I recall."
"You know the situation. There was a Metal Gear field exercise being
conducted
on Shadow Moses. FOXHOUND and the next-generation commandos were in charge
of
the exercise, and now they're threatening to use the Metal Gear to launch a
nuclear strike."
"If you say so." I glared at Richard, but he didn't turn a hair. He knew as
well as I did that I could not abandon the mission. Even if I did refuse to
cooperate further, there was an entire group of DOD personnel around me
that
would not permit that to happen. I briefly closed my eyes and brought the
recent events into focus again.
"What happened to Anderson? Why is he dead?" This time, I could see a trace
of a reaction in Richard's eyes.
"It's hard to say from our end. Naomi thinks it was a heart attack but --
I'll
have his medical records pulled just in case. He turned and left the study,
presumably to give orders to that effect.
The sounds and the voice being broadcast from the radio told me that Snake
was moving deeper into the complex in search of Kenneth Baker. Snake found
the ArmsTech president in one of the underground levels. Kenneth Baker was
bound to a steel girder along with multiple packets of C4 explosives.
Before
Snake could free Baker, he came face to face with the originator of this
trap:
a FOXHOUND operative called Revolver Ocelot. It seemed that he had
anticipated
Baker's rescue attempt upon receiver news of Snake's arrival. According to
Naomi Hunter, the former director of FOXHOUND's genetic manipulation
program,
Revolver Ocelot is a former Spetznaz. He moved into OMON (Otryad Militsii
Osobogo Naznacheniya, the Interior Ministry riot squad, AKA Black Berets)
and
the SVR (the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service) -- a successor to the
KGB's
First Chief Directorate - after the collapse of the Soviet Union, but was
unable to adapt to the new regime and dropped out. He cut a swath through
the
world's hot spots as a mercenary before being recruited by FOXHOUND. As his
codename indicates, Ocelot is a master marksman with a marked preference
for
revolvers. We could hear the gun battle between Snake and Ocelot over the
radio. Ocelot was using an antique Single Action Army revolver against
Snake's
SOCOM pistol. The first Single Action Army Revolver was manufactured in
1873.
A small number of them are still in production today, but strictly for
collectors and antique weapon fanciers; using this outmoded weapon for live
combat is unheard of. But Ocelot seemed to invest the vintage gun with
diabolical powers. He would purposefully fire against the walls and the
floor, weaving a tight web of ricocheting bullets around Snake, gradually
hemming him in. All we could do was silently monitor the battle. However,
Snake was slowly but surely gaining the upper hand by dodging the ricochets
and exploiting the revolver's lengthy reload window. Finally, just as Snake
was about to deliver the decisive blow, an explosion rang out.
"What the hell is going on!?" Richard cried. The controller in charge of
the
data sent in by Snake's nanomachines started a running commentary. "We
don't
know yet. I'm seeing a life sign other than those of Snake, Ocelot or
Baker."
Explosions continued to boom out over the radio.
"Stealth camouflage! Someone left a job only half done! As for you -- we'll
continue this later!" It seemed Ocelot had left the area. The explosion
went
on one after the other as girders crashed to the ground. In the midst of
the
collapse, Snake confronted what we could only guess was the fourth life
sign.
"I'm like you, I have no name." It was not human, but an artificial machine
voice that answered. In spite of the metallic tones, there seemed to be in
that voice an unspeakable pain. Baker's labored groans could be heard over
the conversation.
Suddenly, the possessor of the metal voice let loose an animal howl. The
shattering scream set the communication speakers screeching, and I
instinctively covered my ears to shut out the maddening sound. The cry went
on and on, then cut out as abruptly as it had begun. In the ringing
silence,
the controller's voice floated out, thin and hollow.
"The fourth subject had disappeared." The words brought us out of a state
of
shock.
Snake had called the fourth life sign the 'Ninja'. I could not help but
wonder
about the identity of the name's bearer, and what it was that accounted for
the superhuman abilities he had just demonstrated. Far away on Shadow Moses
Island, Snake was attempting to raise the shaken Kenneth Baker back on his
feet. We could hear Snake asking him about the nuclear launch code, knowing
the answer even as he spoke. Baker painfully acknowledged that he had
volunteered the information. His arm hung broken and useless by his side,
presumably Ocelot's handiwork. According to Naomi Hunter's intelligence,
Revolver Ocelot had served as a Special Interrogations Consultant in the
Soviet gulags during the days with the Spetznaz. In other words, he was an
expert in torture. There was no way that the weapons technology executive,
an
untrained civilian, could withstand the techniques of coercion developed in
the cells of Lubianka. We now had confirmation that the terrorists
possessed
both launch keys. The situation was more desperate that ever. Baker's
response to Snake's queries about the emergency override keys was almost
grim.
He had entrusted a soldier, a woman who had refused to join the mutiny,
with
it while they had been sharing the cell. I caught Snake's sudden murmur.
The 'Colonel' was presumably Campbell, and Snake seemed to know something I
certainly did not. I stole a glance at Richard, but his expression was as
closed as ever. He no doubt had known from the outset about the presence of
Campbell's niece on Shadow. Snake was pressing Baker, asking him whether
there was a way to stop the launch without the override code. The executive
gave him a name: Dr. Hal Emmerich. If it were indeed the case that the
launch
codes were in hostile hands and the strike sequence had been started, it
stood to reason that the only person who may know of a way to cancel the
launch was the chief of Metal Gear's development program. As Snake promised
to search out Emmerich, Baker handed him a single optical disc. It
contained,
he said, all the data from the training exercise. What exercise data? He
had
to be referring to the Metal Gear exercise. I saw Richard raise his eyebrow
sharply. Baker, oblivious to the frenzy of speculation he had remotely set
off, continued.
"There's no need to feign ignorance. You were sent to retrieve this, and we
both know it."
I was now even more puzzled than ever. If Metal Gear was being developed on
Shadow Moses, surely the research data was backed up somewhere outside of
the
ArmsTech Lab. Not only that, but why would the president of the company
have
been carrying the data himself? I was apparently not alone in my
disconcertment. Snake took the disc, obviously uncertain. It was clear that
he, like myself, had not been briefed on the existence of the disc. The
disc
safely out of his hands, Baker's tones became pleading.
"You have to stop them. If the truth got out, AT would be finished -- I
would
be finished!"
"The core technology is, but that's not -- " Baker trailed off, suddenly
pale
with pain. "Oh God, what did you do to me?" We could hear his labored
coughing as he gasped out.
"It can't be. That thing! Damn Pentagon bureaucrats! I get it now! You son
of
a -- !" He tried to lunge at Snake, but reeled back in a fresh wave of
pain.
Still clutching his chest he fell down, dead. It was too similar to the
last
moments of Donald Anderson's life, and the fact had not escaped Snake. He
was
immediately on the radio with Campbell.
"Colonel, you'd better be listening real well. This one dropped dead too."
Snake demanded an explanation, but neither Campbell nor Dr. Hunter could
provide an adequate one. Snake was clearly dissatisfied, but Campbell
directed Snake to cooperate with his niece, Meryl. The only way left to
prevent a nuclear strike was to obtain the emergency override key, and the
key was in Meryl's hands. Snake walked away from Baker's body in search of
the elusive commando. Kenneth Baker had been colluding with Donald
Anderson,
the DARPA chief, to secretly develop a new Metal Gear on the government's
so-called Black Budget. My later investigations revealed that regular
payments
in the tens of thousands of dollars had been made to the cooperate account
of
a firm for which Anderson's wife ostensibly acted as a consultant. The
ArmsTech payoff into this dummy company had started several years ago. The
total amount is difficult to estimate, but there is little doubt that
Anderson
had been bribed to the tune of an astronomical sum. Even the government's
Black Budget had limits, however. I recalled a rumor from some years before
the Anderson payoff started. The CNO (Chief of Naval Operations) at the
time
had a classified pet project, and the scuttlebutt was that it involved the
construction of a completely new type of battleship. Just what kind of a
ship
was never revealed, since the entire program fell apart after the CNO
suddenly
passed away. The unexpected death coincided with ArmTech's launch of the
Metal
Gear development program. The Black Budget earmarked for the CNO's little
project must have been freed up by his death; the question was whether it
had
been freed up for allocation to the new Metal Gear development. The manner
of
the CNO's death was officially ruled a suicide, but I could not help recall
the theories to the contrary that had made its rounds back then. Whatever
the
background, Anderson and Baker's deaths could not be a coincidence.
Anderson's dying words included a reference to the Pentagon, and I was
certain
that there was more to it than met the eye.
"So now Baker is dead as well. Are you looking into his medical records
too?"
I asked Richard.
"What?"
"That bad-boy act of yours. You only talk like an insensitive jerk to
divert
attention from something. I wonder what you're hiding?" Richard turned
away.
"Its Gray Fox -- the Ninja is Gray Fox. I'm 100% sure."
"That's impossible. You took him in Zanzibar Land." We could hear the
perturbation in Campbell's voice. Naomi Hunter suddenly cut in.
Dr. Hunter revealed that her predecessor at the helm of FOXHOUND's genetic
treatment program, one Dr. Clark, had been conducting human testing. Gray
Fox,
the alpha soldier of FOXHOUND and the only member allowed the FOX
designation,
was the subject. After he had been shipped back from Zanzibar Land mortally
wounded, his superior physical abilities and combat skills had marked him
as
an ideal test subject for genetic manipulation and skeletal reinforcement
experiments. He was listed as killed in action, but kept alive in a lab. I
could not help but note with some surprise the emotional tone in which the
normally collected geneticist described these events. When Snake asked why
she had not volunteered the truth of the Ninja's identity earlier, Naomi
had
only a terse reply. 'It was classified information. According to records
she
had seen, the subject "Gray Fox" had died in an accidental lab explosion
two
years ago. I turned to Richard.
"What's true?"
"It's true. The cause of the explosion was never determined. Dr. Clark died
in
the accident, and the only remains they could find of Gray Fox were
fragments
of the reinforced skeleton."
"So Naomi wasn't the only one who knew about this and didn't say anything."
Snake secured Dr. Emmerich after the Ninja's departure. Amazingly enough,
the
engineer had believed Metal Gear to be a portable tactical missile defense
system, rather than a nuclear-capable tank. It was a peculiar irony that
the
chief developer himself had been unaware that the project was one of
offense,
rather than defense. On discovering that he had been deceived, Dr. Emmerich
volunteered his expertise to Snake. He mentioned his grandfather's
involvement
in the Manhattan Project, and the ethical turmoil the man had carried with
him to the end of his days as a result. Ironically enough, the older
scientist's son, Hal Emmerich's father, was born on the day the atomic bomb
had found Hiroshima.
We could hear the pain and the regret in Dr. Emmerich's voice. He seemed
genuinely upset that the technology he had developed purely for the
furthering
of knowledge and betterment of mankind had been exploited for weapons
development. You may call me harsh, but I felt little sympathy for him.
Technological and scientific innovation need not have direct bearing on
nuclear or biological research to contribute to the making of weapons of
mass
destruction. After all, the Ninja was born of genetic engineering and
cybernetic research, which could easily have healed a civilian rather than
improved upon a soldier. A scientist cannot plead naivet¿ to the practical
products of their own research. The consequences must be anticipated, and
the
ethical burden of a newly developed technology must ultimately rest with
the
individual researcher. I wonder if Dr. Emmerich would ever realize that
onus.
Freed from the laboratory where he was being held, Emmerich cloaked himself
with a stealth camouflage of his own making and promised to keep out of
sight.
With the stealth camo, he could easily evade the terrorists' surveillance.
His
rescue charge safe, Snake departed for a rendezvous with Meryl. Snake's
objective was to meet with Meryl and re-enter the launch code using her
override key, outwitting the FOXHOUND psychic Psycho Mantis all the while.
To
this end, he headed towards the hangar where Metal Gear was being stored.
The best laid plans: Meryl was ambushed on the way by the FOXHOUND
sharpshooter Sniper Wolf. Snake, attempting to rescue the wounded commando,
was himself captured. He was taken to the terrorist command post still
unconscious, stripped of all his gear. However, his cochlear-implant radio
passed unnoticed, and we could hear the terrorists conferring about the
incapacitated operative. We gathered from their talk that the preparations
for
the nuclear launch were complete. Richard was unusually intent on
identifying
the individual terrorists in the room. From the voices involved in the
conversation, we confirmed the presence of Sniper Wolf, Revolver Ocelot,
and
the leader of this uprising himself, Liquid Snake. What little I knew of
Liquid Snake was troubling, and it came entirely from a slim file folder
Richard showed me just prior to mission commencement. The man with the same
designation as Solid Snake was recruited into FOXHOUND after Solid Snake's
departure from the unit. His fighting skills were formidable, and he
quickly
rose to the leadership position in FOXHOUND's field operation team. His
real
name, place of origin and other information remained classified. Only a
single photograph accompanied the documents, and I had not been able to
contain my astonishment at the sight of it.
"It's not a mistake. That IS Liquid Snake," said Richard, echoing my
thoughts.
"But -- how?" The face in the photo was the spitting image of Solid Snake.
"I wouldn't know. But once the two Snakes run into each other, something
may
come out." His words were noncommittal, but Richard's tone spoke volumes.
And
now, the two Snakes - Solid and Liquid - had indeed come fact to face. But
Liquid had little to say.
"So long, brother." He called out before turning and walking away. The
voice
was full of hatred, but there was also something in it that seemed to
confirm
and gleefully anticipate another meeting. Why this was so was as mysterious
to me as the reason he called Solid Snake 'brother'. I would no find out
the
truth until a little later.
What awaited Snake after his brief encounter with Liquid was Ocelot's
KGB-tested 'interrogation' techniques. Ocelot apparently had no interest in
extracting information, but rather appeared to be enjoying the acts of
torture for their own sake. Snake's ragged gasps echoed from the radio in
the
silence of the control room. The heart rate and other physiological data
transmitted by his nanomachines graphically demonstrated the extent of his
suffering. All we could do was listen and wait. After Ocelot was done, the
battered Snake was taken to a cell. Campbell soon established radio contact
with him, but Snake had some hard questions for his former CO instead. He
had
realized that Metal Gear was a nuclear delivery system, and for once,
Campbell
was at a loss for an answer.
"So you did know about this all along!" Snake rasped out bitterly. Campbell
continued to be silent. It was all the confirmation Snake needed.
"I'm sorry."
"Pawns don't need to know, is that it? You've changed." Campbell had no
rebuttal to Snake's barbs.
"..."
"If the situation is so desperate, why don't you accept their demands? Give
them Big Boss's body. It's just a corpse."
"Is there a reason you can't comply with that demand? A reason you haven't
told me?"
"Is that really all there is to it?" Campbell did not reply.
I received a call from Snake soon after. Captive, alone in enemy territory,
unable to trust his own mission controllers to tell him the truth - there
was
little I could say to help a man in Snake's situation. "Capture does not
mean
defeat. Stay vigilant for a chance to escape, and don't give up." I had
doubts
about the effectiveness of these words coming from someone with no combat
experience, but it was the best I could offer. We had no choice but to
trust
in Snake's abilities. As I closed the radio channel, I caught Richard
studying
me.
"Yes?"
"Do you object? It's the job you forced on me, after all."
"No, but I admit that I'm a little jealous."
You know me. Once I decide I like something I can't kick the habit.
Cigarettes, line of work, woman - everything." He didn't look at me as he
replied.
The torture was conducted again and again, solely for the purpose of
breaking
Snake. He held out each time, but his strength was steadily ebbing, and the
voice we heard over the radio was growing more labored.
"Anything."
"I don't have any family. I guess there was one person, someone who called
himself my father."
"Where is he?"
"Dead. I killed him." I was even more taken aback by what Campbell
volunteered
next.
"No reason you should have known." Campbell elaborated to Naomi. "It was
six
years ago, in Zanzibar Land. Snake and I are the only ones who know about
it
now."
"Oh God -- was Big Boss really your father?" Naomi still seemed
disbelieving.
"Yeah."
"Why?" Naomi asked fiercely. There was a pause before Snake answered.
"Yeah. I know. My personal nightmare too." Snake's voice was the faintest
we
had heard.
"Maybe. I can't deny that it felt good to lose myself. It's easy to do that
in Alaska." After a moment of silence, Naomi confided in a low voice.
"I don't really have a family of my own either. I have a brother who put me
through college, that's it. He's not a biological brother -- and a lot
older
than me."
"He's gone." There was deep sorrow in her voice, and, I thought, something
more.
"A stepbrother who put her thought school. I wasn't told about that."
Richard
muttered. There was suspicion in his voice, and puzzlingly enough, a hint
of
anger.
I opened the personnel profile on Naomi. Naomi Hunter. Born New York City,
198X. Ph.D. in genetics. Recruited by the industry giant ATGS soon after
completing doctoral program, moved to California's so-called Biotech Bay
area.
Led several genetic therapy programs, until recruited by FOXHOUND to fill
the
post of chief geneticist as a result of her accomplishments in this field.
Parents died in car collision when Naomi was two years old. One brother,
ten
years her senior, a U.S. Marine. Killed in training-related accident when
Naomi was seventeen. Richard thought for a minute, then scribbled something
in his notebook. Summoning one of his men, he tore the page out and handed
it
to him.
"Wire this message to the skipper of USS Discovery. And make sure Campbell
doesn't know about it."
"What are you plotting now?" I knew even as I asked that Richard would not
respond.
The torture was repeated time and again, but Snake managed to take
advantage
of the guard's waning vigilance and escape. The location and the fate of
his
fellow hostage, Meryl, eluded us. Evading the intense manhunt that
followed,
Snake still refused to stray from the course that led to the Metal Gear
hangar. What drove him? Guilt for Meryl's capture and an urge to avenge
her?
A sense of duty to the mission? The will to stop the carnage of a nuclear
strike? None of them seemed to apply to Snake. He was an enigma. We could
do
little but watch over him as he ran, wounded and exhausted. After
successfully
taking on Sniper Wolf as she reemerged for an ambush, Snake closed in on
the
Metal Gear hangar only to discover Vulcan Raven blocking his way. The giant
FOXHOUND operative, armed with a fighter-plane GATT ling gun, was a
daunting
enemy. In the end, however, Snake eventually prevailed. The stricken Rave,
leaning against the wall, started to speak as Snake approached him.
"There are some breeds of snakes that nature never intended. I think you
and
the Boss belong to one of those. Go and settle it with him. I'll be
watching
how it ends." The dying Raven then dropped the bombshell.
"I'll give you one clue. The man who died in front of you wasn't the DARPA
chief. It was Decoy Octopus - one of us FOXHOUNDs. He was a master of
disguise. I guess the Grim Reaper was the only one he couldn't fool."
"Is he dead?" Raven did not answer Snake's sharp query. Snake tried another
track.
"That's all the clue you're going to get. Everything else, you'll have to
figure out yourself." A few minute later, Vulcan Raven died. Richard was
chagrined.
"That would mean that they knew Snake was coming." Richard stubbed out the
cigarette without answering. His face was expressionless, but I knew
exactly
what he was thinking.
We had a leak.
"I need to talk to you about Naomi Hunter. Turn the monitoring off -- "
Miller had barely finished his instruction before Campbell cut in.
"What about Dr. Hunter?" Miller made an exasperated sound. It was clear
that
he had not intended Campbell to hear what he had to say.
"All right. Maybe it's better that the Colonel hears about this now."
Miller
said resignedly.
"That's not the real Naomi Hunter you're working with, Colonel."
"Naomi Hunter does exist. Or rather, she did. She went missing in the
Middle
East some time ago. This impostor must have gotten a hold of her identity
somehow."
There were a number of ways to obtain someone's Social Security Number and
commit an identity theft, certainly. But Dr. Naomi Hunter an imposter -- !
"Who is she really then!" Campbell was agitated, but Miller remained cool
as
ice.
"Probably a spy."
"A spy!"
"Are you saying she's one of the terrorists?" Campbell's tone was
disbelieving, but Snake backed up his former instructor.
"I don't want to believe it either, Colonel. But it's true that she's a
FOXHOUND personnel."
"What!"
"It's clear that Naomi Hunter is working against us. Interrogate her and
find
out what her objective is."
"If she really is their spy, we're in serious trouble." Campbell murmured.
Miller pounced on the gravity of the Colonel's tone.
"Campbell, did you give her access to some other line of classified
information?"
"Does it have anything to do with the way the DARPA chief or the ArmsTech
president died?"
"In any case, it's too dangerous to retain her in the mission."
"Give me time. I'll have her background and movements re-checked." That was
all Campbell could say.
"Hurry. Find out what she wants as quickly as possible." Miller was
unrelenting.
"Of course." Campbell agreed reluctantly. "Snake, just give me some time."
"What's the deal?" I said to Richard. "Is Miller right about Naomi?"
"I don't know, to be honest. It's obvious there were things in Dr. Hunter's
past that I didn't know about. I'm having them go over her background
again."
Richard was visibly upset, a rare occurrence. I suddenly wondered there had
been something between him and Naomi. Richard lit a cigarette and continued
in a more composed tone.
"But if what Miller said about Naomi is true, it raises questions about him
in
turn."
"So I hear."
"How did he manage to find out so much about Naomi by himself and from the
middle of nowhere when the DIA investigators couldn't?" Richard called one
of
his men over and ordered them to look into Miller's activities.
"You check up on even one of your own?" I asked as the agent who hurried
away.
"How do you know he's one of our own?" Richard shot back, blowing a stream
of
smoke.
"You're the one who doesn't trust me. Never have." He said quietly, and
ground his cigarette into the ashtray.
Snake had finally reached the Metal Gear hangar, and stood in the shadow of
the machine's fifty-foot-tall bulk. But considering Metal Gear's
state-of-the-art composite armor and Snake's limited arsenal, it was
improbable that he could destroy the tank while evading enemy patrols. The
most practical avenue of attack was to re-enter the launch code using the
override key and thereby cancel the scheduled nuclear strike. As Snake
methodically searched for the code entry interface, Emmerich radioed in. He
had been making himself useful by breaking into Baker's protected files.
From
these, he had pieced together the true nature of Metal Gear and its
prototype
warheads. According to Emmerich, the weapon used a built-in rail gun to
fire
the ballistic missiles clear of the atmosphere. The missile would then
automatically realign itself, and reenter the atmosphere on its designated
trajectory toward the target.
I understood exactly what all this meant, and the knowledge left me cold.
Normally, ballistic missiles go through four phases from launch to impact.
The
first is the boost phase, which consists of the time between the missile's
launch and the point at which it leaves the atmosphere and exhausts its
supply
of rocket propellant. Following the burnout, the rocket enters the post-
boost
phase, which concludes with the separation of the reentry vehicle that
contains the warhead. The third stage is the midcourse phase, in which the
reentry vehicle separates and achieves a controlled descent back into the
atmosphere. The warhead's reentry into the atmosphere and its arrival at
the
target mark the fourth and terminal phase. Current missile defense system
detect incoming ballistic missiles by scanning for the rocket burn that
takes
place during the missile's boost stage. However, Metal Gear's missile
technology employs a rail gun rather than convention rocket propulsion to
achieve boost-stage acceleration. As a result, there is nothing for
existing
missile defense systems to detect. The rail gun's effectiveness is nothing
short of amazing, with a range of over 3000 miles, rivaling that of mid-
range
ballistic missiles. It reliably homes in within 170 feet of the target 50%
of
the time, placing it in the same class as high-end ICBM's. The ability of a
Metal Gear to conquer virtually all terrain means that the rail gun can
launch
a stealthy nuclear strike from almost any spot on the globe. This invisible
attack would make it impossible for anyone to pinpoint the origin of a
given
missile even in the event of a strike. Without a clear aggressor to
retaliate
against, the concept of mutual assured destruction falls apart. Without the
fear of MAD, the existing rules of nuclear non-engagement would no longer
apply, and the world would fall into chaos.
"I can't believe Naomi was Gray Fox's foster sister!" Richard murmured
bitterly.
"Are you happy? You know who she is now after all."
"She said she wasn't the one who deployed FOXDIE." I decided to risk
putting
out a feeler. Richard said nothing, and that told me everything I needed to
know.
"Yes," I was taken aback by his ready admission. "FOXDIE was one of my
projects."
"And Naomi?"
"Was a top-notch professional. The FOXDIE research had hit a brick wall
when
she pitched herself to us. She'd somehow heard that we were looking for a
genetic engineering expert. As soon as she joined the team, the project
took
off in a major way." Richard paused, then plunged ahead.
"I assigned her to lead the development effort. When the virus was finally
engineered, it was she that named it FOXDIE."
"What I thought was dedication to the work was actually thirst for
vengeance.
She didn't let that slip, not once." He murmured ruefully. I knew what his
relationship had been with Naomi when I studied his face.
"She was using me." He corrected and gave a hollow laugh. At that point,
one
of his men came tearing over. After an urgent whisper, Richard's face grew
grim.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"The man I sent to investigate Miller just reported in. He found Miller
murdered in his home, up in Alaska."
"Who was it that we were talking to then --!" But there was no one who
could
provide an answer to that question.
Around the same time on Shadow Moses, Snake had finally made it past the
enemy's defenses and successfully re-entered the launch code. But something
was amiss: as the code was accepted, an alarm was triggered.
"Thank you, Snake." It was Miller -- or rather, an imposter who had taken
the
murdered man's identity. "The launch preparations are now complete. Nothing
can stop Metal Gear now."
"We're very grateful to you. Not only did you bring the key, you just
entered
the launch code for us as well."
"What?"
"We never did get his part of the code form the DARPA chief. Even Mantis'
abilities couldn't break through, and Ocelot managed to kill Anderson off
before we could try anything else." As Snake listened in horror, "Miller"
continued.
"You see, we couldn't launch the missile. Not even a warning shot. We were
dead in the water, with nothing to back up our demands."
"With the launch code out of our reach, we had to fall back on another
plan.
We decided to have you work for us, Snake."
"What?"
"Having Decoy Octopus impersonate the DARPA chief was a part of it. We were
trying to extract information from you but -- FOXDIE got to him first,"
"Miller" said savagely.
"Are you saying this whole thing was fixed?" Snake asked through clenched
teeth. And it was all to get me to unlock the launch sequence?" The
terrorist's mocking laugh rang out.
"Did you think you got this far thanks to your own abilities? Think again."
"Master, what about you? Are you a spy?" The other continued as though he
had
not heard Snake's question.
"But everything is ready for the launch now. Once they get a taste of the
new
warhead, the White House will have to hand over the antidote. And they'll
have nothing on us anymore, ever again."
"Hello Campbell. It's a little late for that," the impostor said mockingly.
"Master Miller's body was discovered at his home. He's been dead three
days.
We didn't know sooner because the communication was down. According to Mei
Ling, the transmission is originating inside that base."
"You've been talking to me all along -- " The man responded. "... Snake."
His
voice suddenly changed, and I knew who it was. So did Snake.
"Liquid..." Snake broke off communications, and started to run. Metal Gear
had already been activated by the time Snake reached it. Liquid was about
to
climb into the pilot's seat when Snake called out to him, the barrel of his
SOCOM pointed straight at Liquid.
"Liquid!"
"Are you going to shoot your own brother?" Liquid remained languid.
"You don't even question the orders that you're given any more, hm, Snake?
Where's your pride? A warrior, reduced to a pawn." Liquid sighed
exaggeratedly. "All this 'stopping the nuke, rescuing hostages', it's a
charade."
"Charade?" Snake was taken aback.
"All the Pentagon wanted was to effect a meeting between us." Liquid
explained, obviously enjoying Snake's reaction. "That's how the ArmsTech
president and Decoy were gotten rid of."
"Can't be..."
"Actually, it can be. The point was to selectively kill us off and retrieve
our extremely expensive genetically engineered corpses along with Metal
Gear.
You were sent in by the Pentagon merely as a FOXDIE vector!" Snake was in
shock.
"That's insane. And Naomi -- was she working with the Pentagon all along!?"
"That's what they thought. But it seems she wasn't quite as soft as they
read
her to be."
"I have ears at the DOD. Naomi apparently managed to make some tweaks to
the
virus right before the mission. Her motive and objective are unknown." I
heard Richard's impatient grunt beside me.
"Is that what you had Naomi arrested for? To discover why she did what she
did?" Snake challenged.
"Very good. It's disappointing that this was nothing more than a
run-of-the-mill revenge scheme. But we still don't know what kind of
changes
she introduced to FOXDIE." Liquid fell silent for a moment, then continued.
"But enough of that. I've already added the FOXDIE antidote to my list of
demands to Washington."
"There should be. Hunter would be the only one to know but even that may
not
be necessary."
"Why not?"
"You've successfully infiltrated the facility. We've all been affected with
the execution virus according to their plan. Octopus and the ArmsTech
president died of it for certain. But neither myself nor Ocelot -- not to
mention you - have shown any signs of infection."
"Who knows. But as long as you're healthy, I'm safe. We share the same
genetic code after all."
"Twins, yes. But not in the ordinary sense. We're the flip sides of a
counterfeit genetic coin. 'Enfants terrible'" Liquid's voice grew hoarse
with
anger. "You lucked out. They handpicked all of our father's superior traits
for you." Snake was silent. His father, Big Boss, was a part of the past he
wanted to leave behind, a past tainted by the crime of patricide. But
Liquid
was not finished.
"Oh, but you are. And I'm the dregs. You couldn't begin to understand what
it
was like starting out life as genetic garbage!" The hatred and rage in
Liquid's voice shook us, and left Snake speechless.
"But it was me that our father chose." Liquid said slowly and purposefully.
"Is that why you're obsessed with Big Boss? Some kind of twisted love?"
"You couldn't understand that either. Someone who got the chance to kill
his
own father wouldn't! You managed to deprive me even of that revenge. But I
will accomplish what our father dreamt of and never achieved. That's how
I'll
kill him - by surpassing him." Liquid ended his proclamation by leaping
into
Metal Gear's cockpit. Snake fired a burst from his SOCOM, but the bullets
ricocheted off Metal Gear's armor.
"Damn!" Snake gnashed his teeth as Liquid called out mockingly from the
cockpit.
"Snake, count yourself lucky. You get to die by the greatest weapon the
world
has ever seen. It's the least I can do for my brother."
"Gray Fox!" Snake cried out. The Ninja -- or rather Gray Fox -- launched a
fiery arc towards Metal Gear, destroying the radome. The tank froze in
confusion for a second, and Snake and the Ninja found cover during the
brief
lull.
"I'm a captive, Snake. Death is my prison. You're the only one who can
release me!" Gray Fox replied, his voice clear and sane.
"Fox, don't involve yourself in this business anymore. Think about Naomi.
She's destroying herself trying to avenge you!"
"Yes, Naomi!"
"You're the only one who can stop her," Snake urged, but Gray Fox's replay
was discouraging.
"No, I can't!"
"Why not?"
"I'm the one that killed her parents." Gray Fox's startling words stunned
Snake. "I was just a child myself, and I couldn't stand to kill her too. I
took her with me because it was the only way I could think of to assuage
the
guilt. I raised her to satisfy my half-baked conscience, but she gave me
the
love and respect I didn't deserve - called me her brother."
"Fox -- "
"We may have looked like a happy little family, but I was terrified every
time she looked me in the eye - that she would see the truth. Tell her for
me,
will you? Tell her that I'm the one who took her family from her, not you."
Many former child soldiers are permanently traumatized by their horrific
was
experiences. It was possible that Gray Fox's compulsions - whether it be
taking in his victims' orphaned child or returning again and again to the
battlefields with Big Boss -- had its roots in his childhood scars.
"It's almost time to finish this," Fox cried. "I'll slow him down!"
"Fox!" Before Snake could stop him, Gray Fox leapt out into the open and
went
for Metal Gear. We could hear the roar of Metal Gear's Vulcan cannon. Gray
Fox's reinforced skeleton gave him a faster reflex, and he dodged the
volley.
But the next second, his body had been plucked up by Metal Gear's massive
jaw.
"Fox! Snake's shout reverberated throughout the hangar. Metal Gear's engine
revved louder and Fox's reinforced skeleton creaked audibly.
"How long will his bones hold out? Hm, Snake? Are you going to abandon
him?"
Liquid taunted. But Fox was far from dead.
"A cornered fox is one of the most dangerous animals!" Laser fire burst
from
Fox's right arm and Metal Gear's radome exploded. Liquid was now blind,
since
Metal Gear's cockpit was completely sealed from the outside.
"They didn't give you a Fox rank for nothing, old comrade. But this is
where
it ends!" Liquid's unamplified voice called out. He had apparently
discarded
the cockpit hatch to use his own eyes in lieu of sensors. The next thing we
hear was an explosive crash. Was Gray Fox now under Metal Gear's foot? My
fear was confirmed by the ominous and unmistakable sound of Fox's
reinforced
exoskeleton creaking under pressure. At the same time, we heard Fox's
gasping
voice.
"Finally -- I can finally die, and with you as my witness. After Zanzibar
Land
they took away the fight from me. I wasn't dead but didn't feel alive. So
futile for such a long time. But finally it's over!" Fox's voice was down
to
a whisper now.
"Snake! We're not just tools for politicians and generals! All I did with
my
life was fight, but at least it was my choice. Goodbye, Snake." With a dull
crunch, his reinforced skeleton finally gave away.
"He was a fool. It was over the moment he begged for death." He ground
Fox's
battered corpse underfoot with Metal Gear, then bellowed.
"Do you get it now! You can't protect anyone, let alone yourself! Die!"
Metal
Gear's Vulcan cannons roared into action. But with all sensors offline, the
fire lacked its previous accuracy.
Robbed of his old friend and comrade, Snake gave free rein to his rage.
Taking
up a Stinger missile launcher, he fired at Liquid, sitting exposed in his
cockpit. It was a direct hit; even the composite armor could not protect
against a shot that penetrated into the cockpit itself. Its piloting system
destroyed, Metal Gear abruptly spun out of control and pitched towards the
ground with a deafening screech. A massive explosion followed seconds
later.
Snake was still out cold, but his radio was online. We could hear smaller
explosions from the wreck of the Metal Gear, and the sound of flames
greedily
sucking up the leaking fuel. Snake showed no signs of coming around. A few
minutes later, a sound of footsteps emerged from the general chaos. It was
moving towards Snake. There was a faint murmur.
"Snake!" I yelled into the radio, but Snake did not stir. "Isn't there any
way to wake him?" I asked Richard, but he shook his head.
Liquid had reached Snake's side, and to our surprise, picked up Snake's
limp body. He started to carry Snake, heading in the direction of Metal
Gear's
prone form. We listened, helpless, in a tense silence. It was Snake's
battle;
there was next to nothing we could do. Liquid had now climbed onto Metal
Gear's back, where he carelessly laid Snake down. He apparently planned to
simply wait for his adversary to regain consciousness.
"I know you're listening. You have a radio implant in this one." It was
clear
that Liquid was talking to us.
"You think you've pulled off FOXDIE. Think again. You're never going to
kill
me with a thing like that. Never." The knowledge that he was already
infected
with the killer retrovirus made no difference to Liquid Snake. It was a
force
of will that commanded respect.
"You have no idea how excited I am - knowing that you're still out there.
Revenge is a candy I've been deprived of too many times!" The hatred in
Liquid's voice was chilling. "You -- 'Patriots'!" At that moment, Snake let
out a groan. He was starting to surface.
"He's almost ready. Listen, all of you. When I've settled the score with
this
one, I'm coming after you next. I'm going to end your miserable lives in a
way that'll make even the Reaper's stomach turn."
"I'll look forward to it," Richard murmured starkly. Snake groaned again.
He
was apparently awake.
"Do you think that I'll give up my fight just because we've lost Metal
Gear?"
Liquid had lost one of his confidence.
"Your fight?" Snake shot back. "What's your real objective here?"
"To make sure that the age of warriors comes again. Warriors like us,
Snake."
"No, his legacy!" Liquid exploded at Snake's words. "All throughout the
Cold
War - during the times of turbulence - the whole world wanted us. Gave us
our
due. We were needed!" He fell silent, as if to mourn for the days that were
no
more.
"That's all changed. Hypocrisy and fraudulent peace are replacing warfare.
There is a terrible emptiness that comes from losing an arena for your
gifts.
And the terror that you will become a dinosaur, no longer useful. You must
know that fear better than anyone." Snake had no reply to Liquid's
entreaty.
I wondered whether Liquid's words had found their mark.
"As long as human beings are around, there will always be war, somewhere in
the world." Snake argued. "There's no need to create more."
"It's more than enough for me. And for you too."
"That's not the kind of thing I want. Not now, not ever!" Liquid laughed at
Snake's dogged refusal.
"You're lying. Why do you think you're here? You've been lied to, betrayed
by
your own team. But you still wouldn't abandon the mission. Why?" Snake
could
not answer.
"I'll tell you why," Liquid continued. "Because you enjoy it. The thrills.
And
the kills."
"No, that's not -- !" Snake was struggling for words, but Liquid cut in.
"Are you going to deny it? You've killed dozens of my men today."
"But that was-" As Snake faltered, Liquid laughed in contempt.
"Every time you delivered the kill shot, your face brightened up."
"No!"
"There's no reason for you to deny your own killer instincts. That's what
we
were created for, after all."
"Six of our brothers were killed so that we could be created. We've been
causing death and destruction even before we breathed outside air."
"That left the two of us. Two zygotes that shared the same DNA. But there
was
one more sacrifice to be made. One of the embryos was engineered to
manifest
the full potential of its genetic makeup - at the expense of the other one,
which was purposefully relegated to the bottom of the curve. You are what
you
are, Solid Snake, thanks to the death and deprivation of your brothers!"
Liquid surveyed the stunned Snake and smiled.
"But if you think that I'm the only sibling you have left, think again."
"What?"
"The genome soldiers. They were bred from our father's DNA too. The only
difference is that they're not analogs of him like we are." Liquid went
onto
tell an astonishing story. The Human Genome Project, concluded late last
century, the "Les Enfants Terribles" Project and the intensive study of Big
Boss' genetic samples had led researchers to many of the secrets of the
so-called "soldier genes." The isolated traits for initiative, discipline
and
other tactically desirable characteristics had been secretly integrated
into
the genetic structure of next-generation special forces soldiers.
"All those commandos you murdered on this base were your brothers."
"How so?"
"That means that those Gulf War Babies born to vets are -- ?" Snake asked,
stunned.
"You expect me to believe," Snake asked, "that you demanded Big Boss' body
so
you can save yourself and the genome soldiers?"
"Siblings start out life competing, but they always band together against
outside threats. Why do you think that is?" Liquid waited for Snake to
respond, but the latter said nothing.
"It's because they share your genes, and by helping them, the chances of
your
genes making it to the next generation are bettered. Natural selection
favors nepotistic species. The instinct to help our own kind is an
inherited
trait."
"Your DNA is ordering you to help these genome commandos?" Snake said
skeptically, but Liquid agreed in reverential tone.
"No one can go against their genetic destiny. We were born for the sole
purpose of recreating our father's DNA in its basest and most ideal
incarnations. I will follow my destiny - and surpass it. I can break my own
biological curse, and that's why I'm going to kill you, Solid Snake..." He
spoke quietly, but it was clear that he meant every word. He suddenly
called
out in a different tone.
"I wouldn't know. She was definitely breathing a few hours ago, though. She
kept calling your name, over and over again." Liquid said coolly.
"Meryl..."
"She's a fool to fall for a man who doesn't even have a name."
"No, you don't. And no past and no future! That's the way it is for us!"
Liquid shouted. "The only thing we do have are instructions written in our
father's genomes!"
"After we settle things between us. We're just about out of time."
"No, the Pentagon. It seems that the DOD came to a decision when they heard
about Metal Gear's destruction. They're not even interested in a Bonder
report at this point. Ask your shadow Campbell if you want. He likes to
listen, doesn't he?" Snake raised Campbell on the radio.
"I'm here."
"For what?"
"WHAT?"
"That's not even the bad news. A bomber just took off from the Galena AFB.
It's carrying the B61-13 surfacing-piercing missiles."
"Christ, Metal Gear's already been destroyed." Snake raised his voice.
"Doesn't the Defense Secretary know that?"
"He knows. But because of Naomi's betrayal, he no longer has any faith in
FOXDIES's effectiveness. Your taking out Metal Gear means that the threat
of
nuclear strike has been removed, and he's free to ensure a direct and
complete cover-up of the whole affair."
"By blowing up all the evidence and everyone who knows anything sky-high
with
a nuclear bomb." Snake finished angrily. But Campbell's next words were
unexpected."
"What?"
"It may be a technicality, but I'm still the field controller for the
mission. If I call in an order to halt the strike, it should wreak enough
havoc within the chain of command to buy you some time. Use it to get out
of
there." Richard called one of his men over and muttered an order. There was
little doubt that it was for Campbell's arrest. Snake and Campbell,
ignorant
of the roomful of ears who were listening in on their every exchange, were
still talking.
"It's all right, Snake. But you should know something. There was a top-
secret
internal investigation being conducted into FOXHOUND these past few months.
Meryl was transferred out to Shadow Moses the day of the insurrection -- as
hostage to ensure my cooperation."
"Are you sure about this? You'll lose everything you've worked for."
"I'm sure. And this way, I get to keep the things that are really important
--
that I would otherwise lose."
"Colonel -- "
"All right, I'm putting in an order to halt the strike. This is the point
of
no return- What the hell!?" Campbell gasped. It seemed that Richard's men
were trying to restrain him. The only thing we could hear over the radio
were
gunshots and unintelligible noise. I was once again a helpless spectator of
a
life-or-death struggle. Mei Ling burst in abruptly, as though she had
seized
the microphone.
"Snake!!"
"Snake! The Colonel!" Mei Ling's voice was lost in the shower of static
before she could reveal more. Instead, an unfamiliar male voice started to
speak.
"This is Jim Houseman, Secretary of Defense. Roy Campbell was just relieved
of duty."
"That's insane!"
"No, it was Roy Campbell who was insane if he truly believed that he had
any
real say in this mission!"
"The nuclear strike will go forward as planned. The sea will take care of
what little there is left. It's what the President wants."
"The President of the United States is a very, very busy job. Let's just
say
that I take full responsibility for this strike."
"How are you going to explain to the media why you dropped a nuke on
American
soil?"
"Don't worry, there's a cover story ready. A band of terrorists took over
the
Shadow Moses facility, and were extremely careless with their nuclear
missile."
"You'll be killing your own genome commandos -- all the researchers too."
"Donald is already dead," Houseman suddenly said with genuine sorrow in his
voice.
"So you didn't plan on killing the DARPA chief after all." Snake asked.
"And the rest of the poor bastards stranded here aren't so to hell with
them,
is that it?"
"That depends. If you transfer the contents of the optical disc over to me,
there may be room for negotiation."
"What disc?" Snake feigned ignorance, but Houseman was not so easily put
off.
"The disc that contained the full exercise data. Donald was supposed to
personally bring it back."
"Hm. That's unfortunate." Houseman said calmly. "The fact remains that the
two of you are a liability. You belong to an age no one cares to go back
to,
and you have the potential to needlessly embarrass this great nation. No,
you
cannot be permitted to ever leave that island. Take the time until the air
strike to catch up. Then rest in peace - you are a ghost of the Cold War,
after all." The transmission ended.
Snake and Liquid had engaged each other in a fierce hand-to-hand combat,
but
Richard had other things to attend to. He had one of his men open a radio
channel.
"Yes, what is it?" I realized with surprise that the person he had called
was
none other than the Secretary of Defense Jim Houseman.
"An air strike was an unwise decision." Richard sounded displeased. "With a
nuclear-armed Stealth bomber airborne, a complete cover-up is no longer an
option. 'They' are not happy with this."
"It's the only way to destroy the evidence. The results will bear out the
correctness of my decision."
"How dare you!" Houseman started to roar, then suddenly petered out. He no
doubt had remembered the powers-that-be that stood behind Richard.
"Make me take the fall? I don't think so!" Houseman's voice shook with
fury.
Richard sighed exaggeratedly.
"You don't think so? It seems, Mr. Secretary, that Colonel Campbell is not
the only one who 'truly believed that he had any real say in this
mission.'"
"What are you saying!" I heard the sound of scuffling on the other end.
"Hey,
what do you think you're doing! Get your hands off of me!" Houseman had
apparently been restrained. It was exactly the same scenario that had
played
out during Campbell's arrest.
"You have several choices." Richard explained with something resembling
pity.
"It's up to you which ending this particular story has. I myself would
suggest
a quiet retirement from public life."
"You'll pay for this, Ames. I swear to God!" Houseman spat out as he
struggled
vainly against his captors.
"Personally, I don't condone rough measures. I hope you'll come to the same
decision." Richard ended the call. The transmission from Shadow Moses was
still active. Liquid's dying scream tore through the speakers.
"Looks like things are wrapping up nicely over there," Richard murmured.
Richard cleared all of the personnel out of the study. We were now alone. I
could hear Snake and Meryl over the wires. It seemed that he had succeeded
in
rescuing her in time.
"Now the question is, what am I going to do with you?" Richard said as he
turned away from the radio. The time had come for me to make my move; I
walked up to my computer.
"This machine has been recording everything that went on in this study and
relaying it out to a remote location. Once there, the data was immediately
backed up on an optical disc." It was no bluff. It was just a more covert
version of a real-time remote conferencing system. Because of my work, I
frequently must acquire information from such unsavory types as black-
market
arms dealers and Mafia members who specialize in plutonium smuggling. The
recordings were my standard insurance policy.
"If anything happens to me, the contents of the disc will be all over the
world." But Richard was unfazed. I started to feel apprehensive as he
calmly
lit another cigarette.
"You mean this disc?" He took out a shining optical disc from his inside
jacket pocket and slid it into my PC's drive. A few quick clicks of the
mouse
and the playback started. I stared at the slightly grainy footage,
horrified.
The audio seemed overly loud in the silent room.
"You should be hearing from him soon. You're clear on how to use the
radio?"
Richard's voice was raspy in playback, but it was definitely the data I had
secretly collected and sent out.
"How?"
"But even if you had managed to get this data out into the world, that
wouldn't have guaranteed your safety. No one would have believed yet
another
conspiracy theory, least of all the press."
Instead of answering, Richard stubbed out his cigarette and slid his right
hand inside his jacket. There was an awkward bulge there, in the clean line
of his tailored jacket. It was where he kept his gun holstered. Cold sweat
trickled down my back. I was slowly backing away from Richard, and I did
not
even realize the fact until my back hit the wall. There was no way out.
"Are you really prepared to kill me?" I could not hide the tremor in my
voice.
"You should know the answer to that." He said quietly, looking me straight
in
the eye. Then he pulled his hand out from under his jacket, and I
instinctively shut my eyes. But even after what felt like an eternity, the
muffled shot and the pain I was expected did not come. I warily opened my
eyes, and saw what was in his hand. It was not a gun, but a disc.
"As I said, a recording of what took place in this room won't guarantee
your
safety. There's no solid proof, just talk. It can easily be denounced as a
fabrication and covered up."
"You'd better get out of her quickly. Your car's just out back."
"But --"
"You don't need me, Nastasha. And I have things to take care of."
"You'll figure it out someday. Do what you have to do, all right?" He
suddenly held me close and put his lips on mine. As we broke apart after a
long kiss, he whispered in my ear, "I wanted to do this again, just one
last
time." Then he gently eased my away.
"Now go. Hurry." There was gravity in his voice that allowed only one
response. I nodded, and sped out of the room.
After I fled from California, I went into hiding. There has been no sign of
pursuit, for now. The terrorist incident on Shadow Moses Island came to a
conclusion with the destruction of Metal Gear and the death of Liquid
Snake.
The United States government, however, has not yet officially acknowledged
the incident. The roster of the dead included Liquid Snake, Psycho Mantis,
Sniper Wolf, Decoy Octopus, and Vulcan Raven. Revolver Ocelot's body was
not
recovered, but his personnel file was closed with the notation, 'Missing in
Action.' FOXHOUND had, in effect, been decimated. The survivors from the
next-generation commando unit were all removed to the Peace AFB in New
Hampshire, ostensibly for training. As far as I know, they remain prisoners
there to this day. The government has repeatedly denied allegations of
genetically engineering super-soldiers, but rumors that the research
continues remain persistent. The deaths of Donald Anderson, the DARPA
chief,
and Kenneth Baker of ArmsTech ended the development of a new Metal Gear.
The
Metal Gear REX unit itself had been all but completed under Hal Emmerich's
leadership, but my source at Lawrence Livermore indicated that the rail gun
warhead delivery system had not been fully operational. Apparently, there
had
been some serious issues with the rail gun's targeting accuracy. This was
no
doubt the reason Baker had entrusted Snake with the exercise data, and Jim
Houseman, the Secretary of Defense, had so aggressively pursued its
whereabouts. The data is now lost, and the development program has been
closed
down. I dare to dream that the new nuclear delivery system will never see
the
light of day. A few days after the incident, I heard on the news that
Houseman had shot himself. The suicide was attributed to a temporary
nervous
breakdown related to job stress. Supporting statements from family and
subordinates were widely aired. The air strike order for Shadow Moses was
glossed over as an unfortunate evidence of the late Defense Secretary's
unraveling mental state. I remembered Houseman's words from the final hours
of the mission, and thought I knew what had really happened. He had refused
to take the fall, and paid for the defiance with his life. The record of
the
Shadow Moses Incident and the FOXDIE data disc that Richard gave me are
still
under my vigilant guard. The FOXDIE program data covers Naomi's careful
analysis of the unauthorized reconfiguration she had made to the virus. The
information showed that Snake was indeed one of the targets for the deadly
retrovirus, but the incubation period had been changed to a wildcard value.
Even Naomi herself did not know when the virus would awaken within Snake.
It
must have been the best revenge she could think of, condemning him to live
in
this fearful limbo. Colonel Roy Campbell was released after the Defense
Secretary's own arrest, and is once again enjoying his retirement.
Mei Ling also made it safely out of the mission, and is back in academia.
Dr.
Hal Emmerich did not return to ArmsTech following his rescue from Shadow
Moses. His whereabouts are unknown, but there is some indication that he
made
his way to England where he has family members. Snake and Meryl appear to
have successfully made if off Shadow Moses Island. I could however find no
tract of them; I hope that the same is true for those who have an interest
in
seeing them silenced. Naomi Hunter was formally taken into custody after
the
incident's conclusion. Three weeks later, as she was undergoing debriefing
in
a certain facility, she escaped. She has not been heard of since. Officials
were close-mouthed about the circumstances of the escape, but inquiries
into
other quarters elicited the fact that someone had broken Naomi out of the
base. I knew of only one person who could have breached the base's tight
security and successfully led someone to freedom.
I called in a favor and had an inquiry made to the DIA about one Major
Richard Ames. The Agency's response was that there was 'no DIA personnel
fitting that name and description.' Buying my safety and freedom had been a
costly act for Richard. It was then that I decided to go public with what I
knew. By exposing the conspiracy, I may be putting myself in renewed
danger.
But I am through with being a spectator, an objective bystander. The
powerlessness I felt watching Snake's solitary infiltration on Shadow Moses
has been a bitter wake-up call. This time, I am determined to make a stand.
This is my war now -- to tell the truth about what happened on the island.
That is my responsibility and privilege as a survivor, and a cause for
which
I am prepared to give my life.
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