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Even as the mission briefing started, I could tell that the mission was going to be a tough one. Even a veteran CIA operative like myself didn't like the idea of infiltrating an island nuclear waste disposal facility that had been taken over by terrorists. Especially not alone.

"The nuclear waste disposal facility on Shadow Moses Island in Alaska's Fox Archipelago was taken over by terrorists five hours ago," the briefer began. "They're demanding that the government turn over the remains of Big Boss. If their demands are not met, they're threatening to launch a nuke."

"Big Boss? You mean that rogue FOX-HOUND agent that Solid Snake greased a few years back?" I wondered why the terrorists wanted the body of a guy that'd been dead for years.

"That's the one. The terrorists are being led by members of FOX-HOUND who have gone rogue."

"Which agents?" I could tell that I wasn't going to like this.

"There are six members of FOX-HOUND involved: Decoy Octopus, a master of disguise; Sniper Wolf, their best sniper; Psycho Mantis, a powerful psychic; Vulcan Raven, giant and shaman; and Revolver Ocelot, a master of interrogation and deadly with a gun."

Great. Just great. I thought. Aloud, I said, "Who's their leader?"

"FOX-HOUND's squad leader: Liquid Snake."

"Liquid Snake?"

"The man with the same code name as Solid Snake. The Pentagon, DIA, and the president are sending in their own operative. Snake. Your objectives are much the same as his: rescue the DARPA chief Donald Anderson, and the president of ArmsTech, Kenneth Baker. You're also to determine whether or not the terrorists have the ability to launch a nuclear weapon, and stop them if they do."

"Weapons and equipment OSP?"

"Not entirely. You'll be issued a prototype High-Frequency Blade, with the serial numbers removed. Other than that, yes. You'll be inserted via snowmobile, crossing the glaciers to the island. Get your gear together and go, Dragon. That is all."

CIA Special Agent Comodo Dragon (in other words, me) gathered up his gear and headed out.

Two hours later I found myself in front of the disposal facility. I made no attempt to make contact with my superiors, since, as usual for a black-op, the CIA had nothing to do with the mission. The usual.

From my radar, I knew that Snake had just entered the facility, and apparently did so without so much as breaking any necks. I knew I had to hurry inside, because I suspected that the terrorists could indeed launch a nuke, so I had eighteen hours to stop them. Besides, it was a matter of professional pride that CIA was better than FOX-HOUND.

In any case, the guards were in my way, so I systematically snuck up behind them and cut their throats, with the exception of one guard who was lucky enough to be asleep on his feet. I also smashed the searchlights, just on general principle.

Having armed myself from the dead guards, I crawled into the upper ventilation duct and made my way slowly into the facility.

Upon entering, I drew my prototype HF (High Frequency) Blade, a katana that vibrated at high frequencies, allowing it to make mincemeat of anything in its path.

Using the HF Blade as a door opener, I searched the nearby rooms of the Tank Hanger for useful equipment. In one, I located several boxes of suppressors. I broke one open and screwed a suppressor onto my stolen FAMAS. I also found a mine detector, IR goggles, and, of all things, and empty cardboard box, which I simply ditched.

There were two guards on the lower level of the Hanger, but I quickly dispatched them with a headshot and a throat cut, respectively. I found the cargo elevator just on its way back up, suggesting that Snake had just gone down. I hurriedly took it down myself, intending to get to the hostages before Snake did. After all, CIA believed itself better than FOX-HOUND. Thus, so I believed myself better than Snake. The usual inter-service rivalry.

I took the elevator down to the first basement level.

When I got out of the elevator, I heard low voices coming from one of the cells. Thinking fast, I jumped up and adhered myself to the ceiling using magnets built into my suit. The suit itself was an unpowered exoskeleton based on a prototype developed by FOX-HOUND, for while there was inter-service rivalry, that didn't extend to the tools of the trade. I found it unsurprising that I hadn't received the full-body integral exoskeleton, since the one prototype, and a lot of the records, had been destroyed in a lab explosion two years previously. Still, it was almost as good and didn't require invasive surgery.

I started listening just in time to hear Snake make a low exclamation. "Metal Gear!? It can't be!"

If I hadn't been using magnets, I'd have fallen to the floor. Metal Gear!? I thought Snake deep-sixed the last one in Gindra, back during Operation Ghost Babel. After that, the project was supposed to have been scrapped. Now our own government is building one!?

I listened more. "You knew!?" The DARPA Chief sounded incredulous. "Metal Gear is one of the most secret black projects. How did you know that!?"

"We've had a few run-ins in the past," Snake replied. "But I heard the Metal Gear project was scrapped."

"On the contrary, it's grown into a huge joint project between ArmsTech and ourselves. The final approval was supposed to come right after this exercise. If it hadn't been for the revolution..."

"Revolution?" Snake sounded as puzzled as I felt.

"REX has fallen into the hands of the terrorists."


"Metal Gear REX. The codename for the new Metal Gear prototype."

I heard Anderson give Snake his keycard, then explain the PAL system. Then I heard the sounds of screams coming from the cell. I dropped the IR goggles over my eyes and saw the DARPA Chief's IR image drop, and then the body cool. No doubt about it. He was dead.

There was commotion from the next cell, as a woman broke out, knocked the guard unconscious, and took his uniform. While I did my best to become one with the ceiling, she crept over to the DARPA Chief's cell, then opened it.

Snake came out, and promptly had the barrel of a FAMAS stuck in his face. "Don't move!" the woman shouted. When Snake turned his head, she looked surprised. "Liquid!? No… you're not…"

"Is this the first time you pointed a gun at a person? Your hands are shaking." I had noticed it myself. "Can you shoot me, rookie?"

"Careful, I'm no rookie!"

"You haven't even taken the safety off, rookie."

"I'm telling you, I'm no rookie!" She sounded to me like she was trying to convince herself as much as Snake.

"You're not one of them, are you?"

She seemed eager to change the subject. "Open that door! You've got a key, don't you?"


"So we can get out of here!"

The door slid open. "Looks like we'll be a little delayed!" Snake looked over at the female soldier. "What are you doing!? Don't think, shoot!"

As the first terrorists charged in, I decided now was the time to reveal myself. I did so by landing on guard and driving my sword through his neck. I sprang off, ignoring a surprised Snake, and unslung my FAMAS.

And then jumped out of the way as the woman wildly fired her own FAMAS, taking down that batch of guards. When the next group arrived, I fired more measured shots, picking them off one at a time…

And was blown backwards by a frag grenade, saved from being shredded solely by me exoskeleton. By the time I recovered my balance, the guards were dead and the woman had fled.

Snake turned to me. "Who are you, anyway?"

I decided to be somewhat cryptic. "I'm like you. I have no name." Snake looked like he was about to explode. "But my codename is Comodo Dragon."

"Who sent you?"

I knew he wasn't about to reveal it to anyone, so I decided to tell him. Courtesy as a fellow agent. Not to mention bragging rights. "CIA. Of course, officially, the CIA has no knowledge of my existence."

"Of course. But why'd the Company send in an agent?"

"Come on. You against an army? The Company didn't want to take the chance that you might fail. Since I'm the Covert Ops branch's best operative, they sent me in. Naturally, with the latest technology. Like my exoskeleton."


I nodded. "Based on research done by your old unit. I got the incomplete prototype because the one complete exoskeleton was destroyed in a lab explosion two years ago. Along with most of the research records. Only enough of them survived to build this. And this is the first prototype. Given to me for obvious reasons."

"Hi-tech, huh? I suppose you were trained in VR." He looked contemptuous.

"Nope. After my time. I joined the CIA's Special Ops branch ten years ago, back in '95. Same year you thought you deep-sixed Big Boss."

"And you're supposed to be the big bad CIA assassin." His voice dripped sarcasm.

"That's right. You got a problem with that?" I wasn't too impressed with Snake's record. His skills were excellent, but he had faced action in only a handful of places. He'd taken down Outer Heaven in 1995 and retired shortly thereafter. He'd been recalled to FOX-HOUND to take care of Zanzibar in 1999, then retired again. And after that, he was recalled once in 2002 to deal with the Metal Gear in Gindra during Operation Ghost Babel. Since then he'd been in retirement, before being shanghaied into this operation.

My problem, basically, was that he had experience in only a few operations to date, whereas I had been on active duty for all ten years since I'd joined up.

I leaned against the wall and glared back at Snake. "Don't go disparaging my skills, Mr. FOX-HOUND. I've been on active duty for all the time you've been retired and all the time you've been on duty. While you were relaxing in Alaska, I was taking out terrorists all around the world. Even tried for Castro once. Missed, but I came close. And I was in on Operation Iraqi Freedom two years back. So don't talk to me like I'm a rookie. If anything, I have more experience than you do. Now, if you'll excuse me…" I ducked into the elevator, leaving Snake to wait for it once again.

This time I had beaten him to the objective.

When the elevator arrived at the armory where Baker was being held, I looked out cautiously. Oddly enough, there didn't seem to be any guards patrolling. I took nothing for granted and moved cautiously. Which proved to be warranted when the floor opened beneath me. Only claws built into the forearms of my exoskeleton saved me from a long plunge to my death.

Climbing carefully back up, I decided to move very carefully against the walls, avoiding any further traps. I slid along the wall, occasionally hitting it with my fist.

When I found a likely area, I blew the wall open by attaching some C4 and sticking a hand grenade into the plastic explosive. Overkill, but I wasn't paid to take chances.

Inside, I found another cement wall blocking access to where Baker presumably was. But before I could blow it open, something slammed into me from behind, causing me to fly through the cement.

Snake had used me to destroy the wall with the simple expedient of applying appropriate force to the back of my head. As I sat up, rubbing my head, I saw Snake approaching the ArmsTech president.

After spotting some wires near Baker, I yelled at Snake. "You idiot! You touch that, and we all get blown to kingdom come!"

Even as I said it, a bullet came lancing at him. A strange voice spoke up. "Right. Touch that wire, and the C4 blows up along with the old man."

"Who are you!?" Snake demanded.

"Special operations FOX-HOUND. Revolver Ocelot." He came into view, twirling a revolver in his right hand.

After exchanging more words with Snake, he attacked, making the fight look like a bizarre version of an Old West gunfight. I decided to stay out of it, letting Snake deal with him for the moment.

I saw Snake get hit in the leg before responding with a flurry of shots. I could barely follow the action, but it was abruptly cut short minutes later.

Ocelot hid behind a pillar, reloading. "You're pretty good! Just what I'd expect from the man with same code as the boss. It's been a while since I had such a good fight, but I'm just getting warmed up."

But before he could say anything more, a barely discernable shape charged in and swept something shiny. Ocelot's hand dropped as if guillotined, still gripping his gun. "My hand!" As if the rest of us didn't already know. It followed up by detonating the C4, blasting us backward.

I stood up as the figure dropped its Stealth Camouflage, a technology only recently available even to the government. It was so new even I didn't have it.

"Who are you!?" Snake demanded.

"I'm like you," the ninja-like figure said. "I have no name."

Now where have I heard that before? I wondered. Oh, yeah. Me. Then I took in the ninja's armor, even as he fled, screaming. Baker and I spoke simultaneously. "That… that exoskeleton!" It was remarkably similar to mine, but much more complete. It had to be the one reported destroyed two years prior.

I had to find out what the blazes was going on at Shadow Moses.

Author's note: Please read and review. And if you like the style, I suggest you check my other stories: Search for Vengeance in the Armored Core section; The Second Sorceress War under Final Fantasy 8; and The Story of the Diamond Dragoon in The Legend of Dragoon.