The Question Mark: Chapter 2



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Disclaimer: This story contains violent scenes that some younger readers may find disturbing. If you haven’t played the Metal Gear series, there will be spoilers in this story.


Objective One

“Has something happened to my house?” Liquid faked Miller well. God only knows how long Master Miller was watched from a distance, so his personality could be copied. A true spy. Snake’s brother was not a force to be reckoned with.

“Shut the hell up”, mumbled Snake, regretting it as soon as it left his mouth.

But no one answered. The codec switched off. Silence.

Snake found himself entering a large hall, containing two tanks. Knowing full well that Vulcan Raven would take one of them later, he would have sabbotaged them both, but he had no real equipment to do so with. He hurried past another guard, and splipped into an elevator. Next stop, DARPA chief.

The DARPA chief. He would die in Snake’s arms…

He crawled through more dirt-ridden ducts, passing Meryl. Meryl, she’s alive! She was excerising, but it didn’t stop Snake. He slammed his fists against the grating below him, and it gave way. Falling to the floor, the woman sat bolt upright in shock.

“Get us out of here.” Snake demanded.

“Hey!” Meryl was confused

“You are thinking of doing it right now, get us out of this cell!”

Without any pause, Meryl got up, and slammed open the door. The guard responsible got a nasty beating. Meryl took his clothes. But Snake took the gun from the soldier before she could point it at him.

“Someone’s in that other cell”. She shouted, as an alarm screeched down the halls. Snake opened the door.

“Who are you?” The captured man questioned.

Snake replied with a bullet to the main’s forehead. He collapsed. Dead.

Meryl screamed in horror. Snake’s ear began to ring again.

“We have to get out of here.” Snake stated, calmly.

“Who are you?” She shouted.

“Call me Snake.”

She mumbled. “I’m M..”

“Meryl” Snake interrupted.

The door ahead of them slid open with a mechanical swish, and armed soldiers poured in. Meryl leveled her gun, while Snake grabbed a knife.

Pinning himself to the wall beside the door, Snake gutted two armed guards. They had followed orders, to their doom. The blade of the knife severed their throats, leaving their life to spill across the floor, causing one other guard to slip. Snake had also met a gruesome fate, one in which he felt there were no way out of. Why should these men die?

This was a quick-call decision. They would have to shoot him, and Meryl. Running, for them, was not an option.

Meryl shot three bullets across the hall, one hitting the arm of the fallen man, and the other two nestling into the metal walls. Snake had backed off.

“Aim it, you damn rookie!”

Sounding angry, she shot a bullet just above Snake’s head, causing him to duck. Three more men burst in, and all received a bullet to the chest. All three fell to the ground. Another three filtered in as Meryl reloaded. Snake launched himself at their feet and they tripped onto the five other doomed soldiers below. Stealing a gun, Snake left a gun-wound in the back of their necks.

Something struggled under the pile. Eight men had died in the matter of sixty seconds. Meryl left the room, and swiftly turned right, towards the lift. Snake promptly followed her, until the doors closed shut. Someone appeared above him in his peripheral vision. A hallucination? Wasn’t this whole thing a hallucination?

Phsyco Mantis. Snake wasn’t ready to hear his disturbing breaths again, and shot the empty space Mantis left behind as he disappeared. Snake slammed his fist against lift controls once more. The alarm faded, making his ringing ear more noticeable. Who would be on the other end?

Snake knew there would be radio silence when trying to reach his next stop. He also knew Ocelot would be waiting to stop him from helping the ArmsTech President.

But Snake had already planned far ahead.