-Present Time-
'Time seemed to stop for me..I remember being on the ground bleeding to death. I look to my left and there is a strange masked man being beaten before my very eye. As I slowly turn my head upwards I notice these men dressed in civilian clothing, wearing turbans and speaking in two different languages. One of them being Arabic and the other being some form of Italian. It was hard to translate what they were saying. But one thing was for certain...it seemed like the end for this Snake. I slowly watched as one of them approached and cocked their 9mm Beretta in my face as if ready to end my life...'
"Questa è la fine della storia di questo serpente."
BANG!
-48 Hours Earlier-
Time:0746
Location: Florence, Italy
Objective: Meet up with client
Operative: Snake "Big Boss"
The weather seemed to disagree with Big Boss on every mission he went on. The legendary soldier was sitting in an Italian Taxi riding to meet up with a client in some café in Florence Italy. It was certainly not easy considering it was pouring down rain. Flood warnings were sent all around the vicinity of where Snake was. But thanks to him the client was eating and drinking at a private café above sea level. The Client was said to be one of the few wealthiest people in all of Italy. However even the high and mighty has a weakness towards crime. From what Snake was briefed on this client was said to have dealings with the mafia and known organization called the "I combattenti per la libertà" the freedom fighters. They were also known as The liberationists in southern parts of Italy. Either way they caused trouble. The taxi bumped around as it crossed over from the flat concrete to the muddy roads of the private area. Personally this area was huge considering where Snake lives now. The soldier pulled tight onto his long brown coat feeling small to this large area. Then again he had seen bigger. The driver soon parked the car in front of some café on the hill. The driver held his hand out saying 'pay me now'. Big Boss sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. The driver gave an annoyed expression. But before he could say anything, Big Boss pulled out the pay and stepped out of the vehicle. The rain hit Boss hard. But it wasn't different from the time when he was spying on Boss and Volgin's men...just like that day...Snake groaned as he stepped inside of the Café and looked around. There were people everywhere. It would be easy to blend in. And as Snake was ready to find the client a rather athletic built man stood up and shouted
"Buon Giorno amico mio!'
Snake dipped his head down and glanced over to see what appeared to be a playboy with two girls on each side of him. Snake made his way over and responded with
"You must be the client."
The business man laughed and nodded his head. The mercenary could tell by the man's breath that he was drinking. The playboy shoed the girls away and then spoke.
"Ho sentito che si può prendere cura di problemi."
The soldier looked around and said
"Speak in English. You don't know who may be listening."
The business man smirked and then as if faking he was drunk, he said
"Straight to the point. Rumor has it you can get a mission done si?"
The mercenary already didn't like where this was going.
"Unless this has something to-"
The rich man laughed and pulled out a file
"Oh drop the act! I know who you are serpiente. I know you are the talk in black ops. Which is why this will be simple for you. I need you to lead a group of men into a coal mine and disarm the terrorists known as the Liberationists."
Snake lit his cigar as if he heard nothing. Infiltration? Nothing new..however, FOX was not an organization based on fighting terrorists. But for some reason Zero wanted this client and Snake had no choice but to help. The soldier pulled off his FOX beret and then asked
"What are you really after?"
The man was rather confused by this. But before hecould respond snake said
"If you wanted this organization disbanded you would have had the authorities move in and take them out years ago. But why would you go through all the trouble in contacting FOX? Why dig up files on us when you could've been informing the public on the threat of these men and women?"
The suited man was rather surprised. No doubt about it, this was the man for the job. The playboy smiled and then pulled out dog tags from his suit.
"My friend was sent by the police to investigate this group a month ago. He hasn't been heard from since. I called FOX in because I knew that no once else could handle this job as well as you. I'm not asking as a client at this point. I'm demanding you help me find my friend."
Snake shook his head and asked
"What benefits do you have for us?"
The man leaned back and said
"My friend. You obviously don't know who I am do you?"
Snake rolled his good eye and then said
"You're Fernando Bristol. One of the few young Italian businessman to make it large in the weapons industry."
The man nodded to this and said
"There's your answer. Your Major wants my wealth, weapons, and power over in Italy. Anything else you want to know?"
There was more behind this man, but Snake would have to ask later.
"What's the objective?"
"Infiltrate the Feluchi Coal Plant, eliminate any threat there is, and find any remaining hints to my friend's whereabouts."
Snake puffed out some smoke from his cigar and asked
"Who's on the team?"
'Time seemed to stop for me..I remember being on the ground bleeding to death. I look to my left and there is a strange masked man being beaten before my very eye. As I slowly turn my head upwards I notice these men dressed in civilian clothing, wearing turbans and speaking in two different languages. One of them being Arabic and the other being some form of Italian. It was hard to translate what they were saying. But one thing was for certain...it seemed like the end for this Snake. I slowly watched as one of them approached and cocked their 9mm Beretta in my face as if ready to end my life...'
"Questa è la fine della storia di questo serpente."
BANG!
-48 Hours Earlier-
Time:0746
Location: Florence, Italy
Objective: Meet up with client
Operative: Snake "Big Boss"
The weather seemed to disagree with Big Boss on every mission he went on. The legendary soldier was sitting in an Italian Taxi riding to meet up with a client in some café in Florence Italy. It was certainly not easy considering it was pouring down rain. Flood warnings were sent all around the vicinity of where Snake was. But thanks to him the client was eating and drinking at a private café above sea level. The Client was said to be one of the few wealthiest people in all of Italy. However even the high and mighty has a weakness towards crime. From what Snake was briefed on this client was said to have dealings with the mafia and known organization called the "I combattenti per la libertà" the freedom fighters. They were also known as The liberationists in southern parts of Italy. Either way they caused trouble. The taxi bumped around as it crossed over from the flat concrete to the muddy roads of the private area. Personally this area was huge considering where Snake lives now. The soldier pulled tight onto his long brown coat feeling small to this large area. Then again he had seen bigger. The driver soon parked the car in front of some café on the hill. The driver held his hand out saying 'pay me now'. Big Boss sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. The driver gave an annoyed expression. But before he could say anything, Big Boss pulled out the pay and stepped out of the vehicle. The rain hit Boss hard. But it wasn't different from the time when he was spying on Boss and Volgin's men...just like that day...Snake groaned as he stepped inside of the Café and looked around. There were people everywhere. It would be easy to blend in. And as Snake was ready to find the client a rather athletic built man stood up and shouted
"Buon Giorno amico mio!'
Snake dipped his head down and glanced over to see what appeared to be a playboy with two girls on each side of him. Snake made his way over and responded with
"You must be the client."
The business man laughed and nodded his head. The mercenary could tell by the man's breath that he was drinking. The playboy shoed the girls away and then spoke.
"Ho sentito che si può prendere cura di problemi."
The soldier looked around and said
"Speak in English. You don't know who may be listening."
The business man smirked and then as if faking he was drunk, he said
"Straight to the point. Rumor has it you can get a mission done si?"
The mercenary already didn't like where this was going.
"Unless this has something to-"
The rich man laughed and pulled out a file
"Oh drop the act! I know who you are serpiente. I know you are the talk in black ops. Which is why this will be simple for you. I need you to lead a group of men into a coal mine and disarm the terrorists known as the Liberationists."
Snake lit his cigar as if he heard nothing. Infiltration? Nothing new..however, FOX was not an organization based on fighting terrorists. But for some reason Zero wanted this client and Snake had no choice but to help. The soldier pulled off his FOX beret and then asked
"What are you really after?"
The man was rather confused by this. But before hecould respond snake said
"If you wanted this organization disbanded you would have had the authorities move in and take them out years ago. But why would you go through all the trouble in contacting FOX? Why dig up files on us when you could've been informing the public on the threat of these men and women?"
The suited man was rather surprised. No doubt about it, this was the man for the job. The playboy smiled and then pulled out dog tags from his suit.
"My friend was sent by the police to investigate this group a month ago. He hasn't been heard from since. I called FOX in because I knew that no once else could handle this job as well as you. I'm not asking as a client at this point. I'm demanding you help me find my friend."
Snake shook his head and asked
"What benefits do you have for us?"
The man leaned back and said
"My friend. You obviously don't know who I am do you?"
Snake rolled his good eye and then said
"You're Fernando Bristol. One of the few young Italian businessman to make it large in the weapons industry."
The man nodded to this and said
"There's your answer. Your Major wants my wealth, weapons, and power over in Italy. Anything else you want to know?"
There was more behind this man, but Snake would have to ask later.
"What's the objective?"
"Infiltrate the Feluchi Coal Plant, eliminate any threat there is, and find any remaining hints to my friend's whereabouts."
Snake puffed out some smoke from his cigar and asked
"Who's on the team?"
Ulysses could agree that the weather wasn't on his side, pouring relentlessly and rising to nearly reach the hilt of his boots as he trudged to the doors of the cafe. A gust of warm air escaped as he opened the door and he gained a few stares as he walked in due to his mask. Over the coalesce of voices his breathing couldn't be heard through the ventilation, granted that it changes his voice as well. In that way he wouldn't be easy to seek out.
He picked out his client throughout all the people, but didn't approach him. Not until he knew who he'd be stuck with on this next task. It wasn't usual that he had the company of a partner nor did he like it. People were hesitant and he didn't like to bring their indecisiveness into his missions, whatever they may be. He trusted himself with what he did. Even they knew that, but since they're teaming him up with another he can only assume that this man- or woman- was quite the mercenary. Either way, Ulysses would be the one to judge on this matter.
By the time the man approached the client Ulysses's double breasted hoodie had long dried and so had his jeans. Through his mask he narrowed in on the man and more so the conversation from an appropriate distance. It came to his recognition that the man was indeed Snake which Ulysses regretted not doing research about. All he knew was that Snake was renown on his works as a mercenary as for this lifetime. Another few years and he title would move on.
The conversation gave way to very little secrets, but all of them Ulysses would keep in mind. It wasn't long until it was over and a question was left to hang for Snake. Who would be on his team. A relative cue for Ulysses. "Depends on who you think is liable?" he asked, a mechanic tint in his voice due to the mask altering it.
He picked out his client throughout all the people, but didn't approach him. Not until he knew who he'd be stuck with on this next task. It wasn't usual that he had the company of a partner nor did he like it. People were hesitant and he didn't like to bring their indecisiveness into his missions, whatever they may be. He trusted himself with what he did. Even they knew that, but since they're teaming him up with another he can only assume that this man- or woman- was quite the mercenary. Either way, Ulysses would be the one to judge on this matter.
By the time the man approached the client Ulysses's double breasted hoodie had long dried and so had his jeans. Through his mask he narrowed in on the man and more so the conversation from an appropriate distance. It came to his recognition that the man was indeed Snake which Ulysses regretted not doing research about. All he knew was that Snake was renown on his works as a mercenary as for this lifetime. Another few years and he title would move on.
The conversation gave way to very little secrets, but all of them Ulysses would keep in mind. It wasn't long until it was over and a question was left to hang for Snake. Who would be on his team. A relative cue for Ulysses. "Depends on who you think is liable?" he asked, a mechanic tint in his voice due to the mask altering it.
Snake turned his head slowly to see a hooded man approach the two men. Snake could already tell by the hood and glimpse of the mask whom this man may be. But Snake would rather not get Into details. Ulysses. A man famous for his work as an assassin. He wears a signature mask and never reveals his face to the world. A true John Doe in his work. Snake turned around once more and looked towards the business man truly understanding this playboy's true intentions now.
"So...are we in agreement?"
The man asked with a slick smile across his face. Snake hated these missions. But was he given a choice?
-12 hours later-
The helicopter blades were rather loud and obnoxious to say the least. However the agent was used to the sound at this point. The soldier walked up slowly in his new FOX Sneaking Suit equipped with a radio, an iDroid soliton radar, and finally his tools of destruction. In his holster was a Mk. 22 Hush Puppy customized with a wittled grip for better CQC encounters and a well equipped suppressor, on his shoulder was a custom G43 Assault rifle equipped with a suppressor, Laser sight, and scope for distant shots.
All that remains is the arrival of Ulysses and the departure towards the objective.
"So...are we in agreement?"
The man asked with a slick smile across his face. Snake hated these missions. But was he given a choice?
-12 hours later-
The helicopter blades were rather loud and obnoxious to say the least. However the agent was used to the sound at this point. The soldier walked up slowly in his new FOX Sneaking Suit equipped with a radio, an iDroid soliton radar, and finally his tools of destruction. In his holster was a Mk. 22 Hush Puppy customized with a wittled grip for better CQC encounters and a well equipped suppressor, on his shoulder was a custom G43 Assault rifle equipped with a suppressor, Laser sight, and scope for distant shots.
All that remains is the arrival of Ulysses and the departure towards the objective.
Ulysses arrived not too long after, his attire consisting of a nearly skin tight, long sleeved, and polyester turtle neck underneath a ballistic nylon, dark flak jacket that was rather thin, but attained enough pockets for smaller assorted weapons. On his waist and sheathed were two UZI's, the ammo for them farther back on his waist. His mask had changed from one of white to a darker hue. The ventilation was still intact, but the eyes of it couldn't be seen however Ulysses could still see clearly. It was evidently a different kind of technology and he rather it not be questioned. He had his share of BC-41's, push daggers, bowies, and especially the LHR combat knife in which he thought made up for his lack of firearm.
The mercenary, with a quick pace, approached the helicopter, his brows kneading together under his mask at it's loud turbulence. Hastily, he boarded it as he tugged his dark gloves on tighter.
The mercenary, with a quick pace, approached the helicopter, his brows kneading together under his mask at it's loud turbulence. Hastily, he boarded it as he tugged his dark gloves on tighter.
Snake looked at the mercenary and then gave a gesture to the pilot as if saying "The team is here. Let's get moving." Shortly after the pilot lifted the bird off the ground and began to fly towards the destination.
The helicopter itself was a rather old design. It appeared to be a Mig-28a helicopter. But the design was not meant for transport what so ever, however this guy made it happen. this type of chopper design was used by the Russians for combat. The design was rather simple. Covered in black, and a logo on the side that said "I've got you." Snake peered out of the door and examined the weaponry on the chopper. Missiles, Guns, sensors, this helicopter seemed ready to start a war. Snake soon slumped back into his seat and began to ponder. Why would this millionaire have a Russian helicopter...but his mind soon drifted to another subject when he stared at the other mercenary. Different technology...Uzi's...who was this guy really? Snake turned back around and noticed the coal factory up ahead. Soon the head piece rang with the Pilot's voice
"You two are going to need to rappel down. Then you'll sneak in and begin your mission there."
With a smirk Snake stood up and looked down. Just like old times he thought. He attached the rope to the deck of the chopper and readied himself for descent.
The helicopter itself was a rather old design. It appeared to be a Mig-28a helicopter. But the design was not meant for transport what so ever, however this guy made it happen. this type of chopper design was used by the Russians for combat. The design was rather simple. Covered in black, and a logo on the side that said "I've got you." Snake peered out of the door and examined the weaponry on the chopper. Missiles, Guns, sensors, this helicopter seemed ready to start a war. Snake soon slumped back into his seat and began to ponder. Why would this millionaire have a Russian helicopter...but his mind soon drifted to another subject when he stared at the other mercenary. Different technology...Uzi's...who was this guy really? Snake turned back around and noticed the coal factory up ahead. Soon the head piece rang with the Pilot's voice
"You two are going to need to rappel down. Then you'll sneak in and begin your mission there."
With a smirk Snake stood up and looked down. Just like old times he thought. He attached the rope to the deck of the chopper and readied himself for descent.
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