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    Metal Gear Solid Previous Story Transcript (From Metal Gear Solid 2)
    Transcribed by Rob McGregor (mcgregorr@xtra.co.nz)
    Last (And Probably Final) Update - 27/11/01
    -  Introduction
    A group of people I know (especially those from Europe waiting for the 
    game as well as a few people wishing to quote areas of it for others) 
    have been waiting for this to appear online, and so it's taken one simple 
    minded idiot with a lot of time on his hands to write this all down. 
    Many thanks to HellRaiser <Nemesis@neo-tokyo.org> for his help with this, 
    getting the capture I could work with, it wouldn't have been possible 
    without him :) 
    I hope you find it helpful especially if you were waiting for someone to 
    be bothered to write it all out. :)
    With going back through Nastasha's book I'm thinking that some people 
    might like to see a glossary of terms added to this document for 
    reference once I'm fully finished. Some of the abbreviations are used 
    over and over and some words even I didn't know the meaning of and 
    needed to look up. 
    Thanks to all the people who've e-mailed me saying thanks for the 
    transcript or even offering to help out. I really appreciate it :)
    Hello to all the guys at MetalGear.net and Metal-Gear-Extreme.de who've
    helped me along with my interest in the Metal Gear series, and to those
    who've let me take a break from working on New-Blood.com to indulge 
    my interest in writing this out. I'm sure I'll get right back to work
    on the site as soon as I finish this. 
    And thats what I'll be doing now... :)
    -  Legal
    Seeing as I really have nothing to do with writing this text, and mealy
    transcribing it to people, I don't want to claim anything but recognition
    of the time and effort I spent to do so.
    If people wish to include this for other guides, though I have no idea 
    why, they may do so as long as they credit the fact I spent a few hours
    writing this all out.
    To anyone else who tries to write it out themselves... good luck. It's a 
    lot of work.
    -  Update History
    19/11/01 - First Edition. Includes File #1 - Book Review, File #2 - 
               Conspiracy File, and the first 20 pages of File #3 - 
               Nastasha's book.
    22/11/01 - Second Edition. Includes 104 more pages of File #3. 
               I had hoped to add more, but couldn't due to time restraints.
               I'll continue to update this file as I have free time in
               the coming week. Suggestions to add the brief histories
               of Metal Gear and Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake from in Metal
               Gear Solid are also being considered.
    25/11/01 - Third Edition. Waiting for the Euro special pack of Silent 
               Hill 2 to arrive to my door, so I've spent part of the 
               weekend I've had free typing up the next 100 pages. I also 
               added the previous operations files from MGS for Metal Gear 
               and MG2: Solid Snake.
    27/11/01 - Forth Edition. Finished the final pages of Nastasha's novel.
               The file is complete. This will be the final document update
               however I may come back to this in the future and add a 
               glossary... who knows.
    -  Previous Story Contents
    1.  Metal Gear (MGS)
         [13 Pages - Complete. A brief synopsis of the storyline of the 
          original 1987 Metal Gear game for the MSX home computer.]
    2.  Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake (MGS)
         [19 Pages - Complete. A brief synopsis of the storyline of the sequel
          to Metal Gear, also for the MSX home computer.]
    3.  The New York Mirror (MGS2)
         [11 Pages - Complete. A review of Nastasha Romanenko's book on the 
          Shadow Moses incident from Metal Gear Solid. This also appeared in 
          the MGS2 demo with Zone of the Enders.]
    4.  The Shocking Conspiracy Behind Shadow Moses (MGS2)
         [129 Pages - Complete. A book about one slightly crazy UFO fanatic's 
          uncovering of Nastasha's book from a disc sent to him, and the events 
          that happen when he tries to follow the truth of the Shadow Moses 
    5.  MGS: In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth (MGS2)
         [324 Pages - Complete. Nastasha's book in its entirety, which covers
          the storyline from Metal Gear Solid. There are a lot of new facts
          uncovered throughout.]
         [Total = 496 Pages]
    -  Metal Gear
    Page 001| The year 1995. Deep in South Africa, 200km 
            | north of Gaezburg. 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 out that a weapon 
            | of mass destruction capable of re-writing war history 
    Page 002| is under development at Outer Heaven. They have 
            | called upon the high-tech special force unit FOX-
            | HOUND to take care of the situation. In response to 
            | this order, Big Boss, 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"...
    Page 003| 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 just recently joined 
            | FOX-HOUND, as the agent, and entrusted 
            | everything to him.
    Page 004| Successfully making a solo infiltration to Outer 
            | Heaven, Snake got in touch with local resistance 
            | members - Schneider, Diane, and Jennifer. 
            | With their cooperation, Snake succeeded in 
            | rescuing Gray Fox. Gray Fox then laid out the 
            | terrifying facts about Metal Gear. Metal Gear 
            | was the development name of a nuclear 
    Page 005| warhead-equipped two-legged walking tank. It 
            | can walk through even the roughest terrain's that 
            | would stop normal tanks. It can conduct local warfare 
            | by itself with unique weapons like its Vulcan cannon 
            | and anti-tank missiles. It was indeed a new-type of 
            | weapon that can conduct a nuclear attack against 
            | any place on the face of the earth, from any land 
    Page 006| surface...
            | With Metal Gear, Outer Heaven was trying to 
            | establish its millitary 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. 
    Page 007| 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 all his actions are being leaked to the enemy... 
            | In the midst of the escalating battle, the leader 
            | of the resistance, Schneider, fell into the hands 
    Page 008| of the enemy... and Snake himself, was injured 
            | through the deadly battles with Outer Heaven's 
            | best mercenaries.
            | But Snake's indomitable spirit lead him to 
            | the 100th floor basement of the secret base where 
            | Metal Gear was developed. Evading the powerful 
            | defense system that wipes out all intruders, 
    Page 009| Snake ultimately succeeded in destroying Metal 
            | Gear. 
            | Snake tried to escape from Outer Heaven upon 
            | completing the mission. However during the 
            | escape he was confronted by one man -- FOX-
            | HOUND commander-in-chief Big Boss. Big Boss 
            | laughed at the astounded Snake and told him of 
    Page 010| the truth about his mission. 
            | While serving as the commander-in-chief of FOX-
            | HOUND, Big Boss also ran a mercenary dispatch 
            | company, utilizing his connections and capital 
            | from his years as a merc. 
            | He was planning to build this company a larger 
            | military establishment, and he built Outer Heaven 
    Page 011| as its base. His purpose for sending the rookie 
            | Snake to Outer Heaven was to cause information 
            | confusion against the "West." 
            | However, Big Boss miscalculated. He never 
            | thought that Snake would make it this far...
            | Having lost Metal Gear, Big Boss activated the 
            | self-destruction system of the underground base. 
    Page 012| While the countdown to destruction continued, 
            | his scream echoed in the emptiness. 
            | "You have gone to far. Too far!"
            | On the 100th floor basement, the battle between 
            | two men commenced  -- free of ideology and 
            | politics...
    Page 013| The armed fortress nation, Outer Heaven, 
            | collapsed. The impenetrable 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...
    -  Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake
    Page 001| 1999, the world was facing a energy crisis. 
            | It was obvious that the supply of petroleum would 
            | run out faster than expected.  However, the 
            | development of an alternate energy resource is 
            | far from completion. The price of petroleum has 
            | skyrocketed and the world economy is in much confusion. 
            | The 21st century was expected to be one of chaos. 
    Page 002| One man's invention changed the entire situation. 
            | A Czech genius and biologist, Dr. Kio Marv, invented 
            | "OILIX" a micro-organism that refines petroleum to 
            | produce 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 
    Page 003| regarding this new algae. 
            | Just when the whole world's attention was drawn to 
            | OILIX and Dr. Marv, he was abducted by someone 
            | and disappeared. Nations began investigations 
            | immediately, and a name soon appeared...    
            | "Zanzibar Land."
    Page 004| Zanzibar Land was a democratic military regime 
            | that suddenly appeared in Central Asia in 1997. 
            | When their uprising took place, the CIS army, 
            | formed around Russia, sent a suppressive unit 
            | immediately. Zanzibar Land resisted by gathering 
            | a band of mercenaries from nations around the 
            | world and fortifying most of it's land. 
    Page 005| As a result, the CIS army was repeatedly defeated,
            | and Zanzibar Land declared its independence. 
            | Due to the active role mercenaries played, this war 
            | was called The Mercenary War and Zanzibar Land 
            | was referred to as an armed fortress nation. 
            | A military nation with a group of strong mercenaries,
            | surrounded by a tough fortress...
    Page 006| According to the latest information Zanzibar 
            | supposedly was armed with nuclear weapons. 
            | The whole scenario was crystal clear. 
            | By obtaining OILIX in addition to nuclear weapons, 
            | Zanzibar Land was trying to establish its economic 
            | and military superiority over the entire world.
            | Concerned about the situation, the United States 
    Page 007| ordered Roy Campbell, commander-in-chief of 
            | high-tech special forces unit FOX-HOUND, to 
            | rescue Dr. Marv. Campbell was a former member 
            | of FOX-HOUND. He brought back Solid Snake, 
            | the man who single handedly brought down the 
            | armed fortress nation of Outer Heaven 4 years ago, 
            | and asked Snake to bring back both Dr. Marv 
    Page 008| and OILIX. Successfully infiltrating Zanzibar Land, and 
            | with the help of CIA agent Horry and others Snake 
            | was able to go deep into the fortress and meet 
            | again with Dr. Pettrovich, the chief engineer of 
            | Metal Gear at Outer Heaven. He too was abducted 
            | to Zanzibar Land and was forced to develop 
            | another Metal Gear. 
    Page 009| He told the surprised Snake of an even more 
            | shocking fact. Big Boss, the man Snake had 
            | defeated at Outer Heaven, turned out to be the 
            | general commander of Zanzibar Land.
            | Snake rescued Dr. Pettrovich in cooperation with 
            | Natasha, Dr. Marv's guard and former Czech 
    Page 010| International Secret Police agent, and then headed 
            | for the confinement facility deep in the fortress 
            | to save Dr. Marv. 
            | Later 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. 
    Page 011| While unable to do anything to save Natasha, Snake 
            | started hearing a well-known voice. 
            | "Hey Snake. We are 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 
    Page 012| Big Boss. Losing Natasha in front of his eyes 
            | and letting Pettrovich get taken away Snake 
            | screamed "Fox! I will not give up!"
            | After a series of deadly battles with mercenaries 
            | Snake finally made it to Dr. Marv's confinement 
            | facility. 
    Page 013| However, he arrived too late. He saw Dr. Marv's 
            | corpse and Pettrovich, who could do nothing 
            | but just stand there. 
            | Pettrovich told Snake that Dr. Marv could not with-
            | stand the repeated tortures because of heart 
            | problems. Snake then received an emergency call 
            | from Horry. The information she supplied was very 
    Page 014| shocking. Pettrovich had been voluntarily visiting 
            | Zanzibar Land to develop Metal Gear. 
            | The abduction of Dr. Marv was conducted under 
            | the directions of Pettrovich himself. After the truth 
            | came out, Pettrovich attacked Snake, but Snake 
            | easily put an end to him and obtained the structural 
            | plan of OILIX.
    Page 015| While trying to escape, Snake was confronted by 
            | Metal Gear again, controlled by Gray Fox. The 
            | tremendous battle took place in the underground 
            | base. Snake finally succeeded in destroying 
            | Metal Gear. However, Gray Fox didn't submit 
            | and challenged Snake to the final battle. 
            | In the midst of a minefield, Snake and Fox fought
    Page 016| without any weapons. A fist-to-fist duel involving 
            | no hatred or murder intent. During that weird 
            | moment of purity, the two were bound by forces 
            | transcending words and emotion. 
            | Snake won the tough but pure battle against 
            | Gray Fox. However, there still was someone else
            | Snake had to fight -- Big Boss. Just like 4 years 
    Page 017| ago at Outer Heaven, Big Boss was waiting 
            | for Snake.
            | "One who has experienced the tension of battle 
            | can never leave the battlefield. I am the one 
            | giving you something to live for, and that is war." 
            | Snake was infuriated at the arrogant Big Boss. 
            | "There is only one battle I have left to fight. To free 
    Page 018| myself from you, to shatter the nightmare... Big 
            | Boss, I will kill you!"
            | With the structural 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 
    Page 019| last words kept ringing in his head. 
            | "Whoever wins, our battle does not end. The loser 
            | is freed from the battle field, but the winner must 
            | remain there. And the survivor must live his life 
            | as a warrior until he dies."
            | Snake then disappeared into the white lands of 
            | Alaska, alone...
    -  The New York Mirror
    Page 001| "In the Darkness of Shadow Moses:
            |                        The Unofficial Truth"
            |                Author: Nastasha Romanenko
            |                Reviewed by George Franklin
    Page 002| 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.
    Page 003| Official history states that the takeover of
            | a nuclear weapons disposal facility on a
            | lonely outpost in the Fox Islands, Alaska was
            | the work of a radical right-wing group. Their
            | demands for the release of group members
            | incarcerated in federal penitentiaries were
            | never met, and the incident was speedily
            | resolved by the successful deployment of a
            | commando unit. B.S., the author asserts.
            | Romanenko says that she served as an advisor
    Page 004| to the Nuclear Emergency Search Team, and
            | deconstructs what she claims to be a cover-up
            | story by the government with precision.
            | 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
    Page 005| 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 government responds to this crisis by
            | sending in a lone operative, a former FOX-
            | HOUND member known only by the code name
            | "Solid Snake," into Shadow Moses.
            | His infiltration is aided by a remote mission
    Page 006| control team consisting of an unidentified 
            | "Colonel Campbell." a FOXHOUND medical chief
            | "Naomi," a radar and electronics expert "Mei
            | Ling" (supposedly a teenager), and the author
            | herself. Once on the island, "Snake" joins 
            | forces with Metal Gear's developer-turned-
            | prisoner "Otacon" to eradicate the weapon of
            | mass destruction.
            | Among the other remarkable characters that
    Page 007| make an appearance in Romanenko's expose 
            | is another FOXHOUND commando, a revolver-
            | virtuoso called "Shalashaska" a.k.a. "Revolver
            | Ocelot." One of the most controversial 
            | allegations in the book deals with this
            | figures connection to a disavowed Russian
            | militia led by a "Colonel Gurlukovich,"
            | Romanenko paints a bleak picture of a
            | thousand-strong, highly disciplined army 
            | with nuclear weaponry operating covertly
    Page 008| within the American border. Even more
            | irresistible to conspiracy scholars and 
            | students of recent history is her thinly
            | veiled suggestion that the whole affair
            | was planned from the beginning by certain
            | forces inside the U.S. government.
    Page 009| The U.S. Army and the usual suspect of 
            | federal agencies have issued a statement 
            | denouncing the book as a complete fabri-
            | cation. 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
    Page 010| 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
    Page 011| (Advertisement for MGS/MGS VR Missions)
    -  The Shocking Conspiracy Behind Shadow Moses
    Page 001| The Shocking Conspiracy
            | Behind Shadow Moses
            | 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,
    Page 002| 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,
    Page 003| 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.
            |   I can feel my sense starting to fail.
            |   The man in the front of me asks for the 
            | second, or the hundredth, time.
            |   "I'm going to ask you again. What's in the
            | optical disc?"
    Page 004|   "Told you, I don't know. I just found it,
            | okay?"
            |   "You're lying, you bastard!"
            |   A fist explodes into the pit of my stomach,
            | bringing up a peanut butter sandwich of many
            | hours ago along with the rusty taste of blood.
            | The relentless beating and numerous knife 
            | cuts of the past hour have my whole body
            | screaming with pain, but I refuse to tell them
            | what they wanted. I had too much invested at
    Page 005| this point, too many days of dangerous
            | investigation into the story of a lifetime. There
            | was no way I was going to give it all up at
            | this point.
            |   "That's enough."
            |   A voice spoke up from somewhere in the
            | back of the cabin.
            |   "We have the disk back. Just get rid of him
            | so we can get out of this place."
            |   Even in my current sorry state, I was still a
    Page 006| 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 it's 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.
            |   At that moment, I heard a window shatter.
            |   The raging storm outside seemed to gain
            | entry to the cabin in an instance, and I heard
    Page 007| 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
    Page 008| was it? Or was I about to share the others'
            | fate? The footsteps came to a halt in front of
            | me, but strangely enough, I did not feel any
            | sort of a 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
    Page 009| before me.
            |   Just out of the sight of most of its citizens, a
            | massive conspiracy determines the working of
            | this nation.
            |   Weapons of mass destruction secretly
            | developed by the military.
            |   Super-soldiers re-engineered into war
            | machines through genetic manipulation.
            |   A killer virus that only targets specific
            | individuals with deadly accuracy.
    Page 010|   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
    Page 011| 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.
    Page 012| It all began a month ago --
            |   A month before my dramatic escape from
            | death on Shadow Moses, I was having late
            | breakfast in my apartment in New York.
            |   Ever since and alien abduction episode in my
            | childhood, I'd been plagued by a 
            | persistent ringing in my ears.
            |   A large patch of mud was my undoing. 
            | I slipped, fell and was knocked unconscious.
            | When I came to, it was already dawn.
    Page 014| Later, I was trying to see the bump on
            | the back of my head in the mirror when I saw
            | "IT" instead. A small hole, about the size of 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
    Page 015| person had the sense to listen to 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 baritone bat sonar, barely within the
            | range of human hearing. Blame the mangling
            | it took from a particularly displeased visitor.
    Page 016|   Outside the door was the mailman, and in
            | the mailman's hand was a thick manila
            | envelope. 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 course, no one uses analog watches
            | in bombs these days. That's why they call it
            | the Digital Age. In fact, why would there even
    Page 017| be a watch in a letter bomb? The point is that
            | the unlucky 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.
            |   I tore through the bottom of the envelope
    Page 018| instead.
            |   *Riiip*
            |   No!
            |   The contents of the suspicious envelope
            | dropped to the floor with lightning 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
    Page 019| down, and this is what 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.
            |   Fortunately, it wasn't a bomb but an optical
            | storage disc, now liberally smeared with
            | peanut butter. This disc was the kind that
    Page 020| comes in a clear plastic casing, through which
            | the rainbow sheen of the circular unit shone.
            | I gazed into it awhile, thinking of the UFO from
            | that fateful day.
            |   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
    Page 021| stuck to the inside and it read:
            | "From the desk of MAX SMITHSON, Editor-in-
            | Chief, MEGASURPRISE magazine
            | I'm mailing you this optical disc that was sent
            | to the edit department. It's right up your alley,
            | see if you can turn up something more. We'll 
            | do a book if you get enough stuff together.
            | This is your chance for a comeback, so don't
    Page 022| 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 that he has the right to tell me
            | about comebacks and screwing up, but I find 
            | myself growing excited by the prospect of
            | writing another book. But there was a 
            | problem, and it was a big one.
    Page 023|   How the hell was I going to get the disc's
            | content?
            |   My next-door neighbor is a starving college
            | student, and I hit him up for the use of his
            | computer now and then. I banged on his door
            | and screamed repeatedly until he scuffled up
            | to the door half-asleep. Once inside, I made a
            | beeline for the piece of junk and stuck the
            | disc into the drive. The icon appeared on the
    Page 025| display with a gentle whir. The file name read:
            | "In the Darkness of Shadow Moses".
            |   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
            | clicked again and again with the same result,
            | and started to gnaw on the keyboard in 
            | frustration. The starving student come running
    Page 026| over, wailing about his equipment. He typed in
            | some moon-man language, avoiding patches
            | 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
    Page 027| 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
            | fill 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.
            | Most readers should be aware of the series of 
            | strange military actions involving an island 
            | father north of Alaska's Fox Island, some 
            | two years ago. The island was called Shadow 
            | Moses, and received a series of well-
            | documented but never-explained visits of 
            | obvious significance. USS Discovery, an Ohio 
            | class ballistic missile submarine, was ordered
    Page 029| away from its designated training area and
            | was confirmed offshore of Shadow Moses
            | Island. It joined an E-3C AWACS that had 
            | already and suddenly been deployed to the 
            | area, with none other than Jim Houseman, the 
            | National Security Advisors, aboard. Sixteen 
            | hours later, 6 F117 Night Hawks with full a 
            | payload took off from the Galena AFB for 
            | Alaska. 
            |   Various theories were placed into circulation
    Page 030| by the media at the time. Some journalists
            | insisted it had been a foiled invasion
            | attempt by a foreign state, other 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.
    Page 031|   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, and 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
    Page 032| 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!
            |   So how is it that we're still alive?
            | Apparently we have a man known only as
            | "Solid Snake" -- an his solitary infiltration
            | of the disposal facility -- to thank for i.t
            |   Believe it or not, this is only the tip of
            | the iceberg as far as the Shadow Moses incident
    Page 033| is concerned. This 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 to relate these facts to you
            | the readers.
            |   But it is still a little too premature to do
    Page 034| 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 weapons technology
    Page 036| 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 giver her a complete and clear grasp
            | of the facts surrounding the case despite the
            | government's successful cover-up.
    Page 037|   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.
            |   All very interesting. So where is Nastasha
    Page 038| Romanenko now? I decided to give Global
            | Elements Inc., the book's publisher a call.
            | Below is a complete transcript of the 
            | conversation.
            |   Me: "Hello. Listen, you leftover carnival
            | prize, what do you know about a woman 
            | named Nastasha Romanenko?"
            |   Whoever it was: "Hey, your village called.
            | They want their idiot back. And watch
    Page 039| 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 the 
            | 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
    Page 040| dead. That brief telephone conversation spoke
            | volumes: there was 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.
            |   John-Dee is a hardcore Alaskan and a big-
            | eye tuna fisherman. When I asked him to drop
            | me off at Shadow Moses Island during one of
            | his trips out to sea, he turned pale and a
            | nervous tick started up at the corner of his
            | eye.
    Page 042|   "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 these huge searchlights in your
            | face, and some of my buddies even got
            | interrogated once!"
            |   I felt the sudden chill of fear along with a
            | certainty that 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
    Page 043| 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."
            |   "Swim? You're gonna turn into frozen tuna
            | treat."
            |   "Don't worry about that. I have an idea."
            |   We sailed out for Shadow Moses Island that
            | day.
            |   It was colder than the dairy section and the
            | boat pitched like a subway derailment on
            | caffeine. I shook 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 as far as I can
    Page 045| go. If you really want to do this thing, you're
            | going to have to find your own way."
            |   There were at least 20 miles to Shadow
            | Moses according to the charts. But John-Dee
            | was already a blubbering wreck, and I didn't
            | have the heart to strong-arm him. I steeled
            | my nerves.
            |   "It's okay. Help me get ready."
            |   The plan was brilliant. I'd gutted a super-
            | size tuna and stuffed some inflated balloons
    Page 046| 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.
    Page 047|   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
    Page 048| balloons. The tuna started to sink rapidly, and 
            | I kicked my legs wildly as about a gallon of 
            | seawater rushed into 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 hare traveling. 
            |   But after what felt like hours, I found myself 
            | ashore on Shadow Moses Island.
    Page 049|   Let's take a moment here to review what
            | happened on the island on that fateful day.
            | Romanenko's disc provides a complete 
            | answer.
            |   Shadow Moses was no ordinary weapons
            | disposal facility, but served as a secret
            | military training ground among other things.
            | On that day, the wetworks commando unit
            | known as FOXHOUND and the next-generation
            | Special Forces group were conducting joint
    Page 050| exercises.
            |   FOXHOUND is an "irregular" squad of elite
            | soldiers, equipped and armed to the teeth
            | with the latest technology. There were longtime
            | -- and strictly behind-the-scenes -- players
            | throughout recent history, engaging in
            | sabotage, selective assassinations and other
            | covert military operations. Wherever the
            | United States could not officially intervene,
            | whether it was a civil war, regional unrest or
    Page 051| other types of low-intensity conflict, 
            | FOXHOUND was there. It's unlikely, however,
            | that an average citizen has ever heard of them
            | before; these commandos remain a top-secret
            | government project.
            |   And then there's the next-generation
            | Special Forces unit. This is a cutting-edge
            | anti-terrorist force newly organized to cope
            | with terrorist incidents specifically involving
            | weapons of mass destruction typified in
    Page 052| nuclear, biological, and chemical warfare. They
            | drew heavily from former mercenary ranks,
            | and are on a diet of rigorous VR training
            | guided by the FORCE 21 concept. The result is
            | combat capability, which is rumored to
            | surpass even those of the Delta Force and 
            | DEV GRU (formerly known as Seal Team 6).
            | Most frightening of all, these soldiers have
            | supposedly been manipulated at the genetic
            | level to increase their combat performance.
    Page 053|   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,
    Page 054| and how did they intend to make good their
            | threat of a nuclear launch?
            |   With these questions still unanswered, the
            | government decided on a seemingly reckless
            | course of action. For this daunting task of
            | stopping a nuclear strike and freeing the
            | hostages from the clutches of these ultimate
            | soldiers, they sent in a single man. His name
            | was Solid Snake -- no other than a former
            | member of the now-renegade FOXHOUND and
    Page 055| a legend among mercenaries for single-
            | handedly bringing down the fortress cities of
            | Outer Heaven and Zanzibar Land.
            |   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?"
            | I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.
            | But there is more to this mission than meets
            | the eye, as I was later to discover.
            |   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
    Page 057| 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.
    Page 058|   Mei Ling, the architect of the mission's state-
            | of-the-art radar and communication systems, 
            | was the third team member. Apparently
            | something of an engineering wunderkind, she
            | developed this next-generation communication
            | technology while still as student at MIT. At the
            | time of the mission, she may have still been in
            | her teens.
            |   McDonnell Miller, a former FOXHOUND
            | survival instructor, was the only land-bound
    Page 059| member of the mission control team. Unlike
            | the other four, Miller was working out of his
            | home in Alaska at his own request.
            |   Lastly, Nastasha Romanenko, the author of
            | "In the Darkness of Shadow Moses," rounded
            | out the team as an expert on nuclear and
            | other weapons of mass destruction.
            | WERE COMITTED HERE?
            |   The first task faced by Solid Snake upon his
            | infiltration of 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, 
    Page 061| the mission control team tentatively attributed
            | the deaths 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 weapons technology.
            |   The other VIP hostage, Kenneth Baker, was
    Page 062| 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-war military
            | outpost. No one reading this account can fail
            | to realize that these two had no business in a
            | nuclear weapons disposal plant. And since
            | neither Anderson nor Baker was in the habit
    Page 063| 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 a 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
    Page 065| assembly line, nuclear strikes could be made
            | from almost any adverse terrain, and the
            | tactical nuclear map for the whole world 
            | would be rewritten.
            |   This nuclear-capable bipedal tank is said to
            | have lurked in the wings of both Outer Heaven
            | of South Africa and Zanzibar Land in
            | Central Asia. One theory holds that the
            | development had progressed to a working
    Page 066| prototype stage, but the weapon never
            | materialized on the world arms stage. In a
            | strange coincidence or a casual connection, it
            | was none other than Solid Snake who saved
            | the world from the threat of Metal Gear during
            | both incidents.
            |   But history does indeed repeat itself, and
            | the specter of Metal Gear rose once again --
            | in the state-of-the-art weapons development
            | program of Shadow Moses Island. 
    Page 067|   When I reached this point in the narrative,
            | I suddenly checked myself. Wasn't Metal
            | Gear's time effectively over? Ever since the
            | collapse of the Soviet Union late last century,
            | the idea of mutual assured destruction and
            | the arms race to maintain this dangerous
            | status quo had been fading into obsolescence.
            | The START2 treaty signed by both
            | superpowers had already started to chip away
            | at the nuclear stockpile even back then.
    Page 068| 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.
    Page 070|   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 the 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 damn
    Page 071| 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.
            |   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
    Page 072| burnout, the rocket enters the post-boost
            | pause that 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 systems are
    Page 073| alerted to incoming ballistic missiles by
            | detecting the rocket burn during the missile's
            | boost stage. However, Metal Gear's missile
            | technology employs a rail gun rather than
            | conventional 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,
    Page 074| 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
    Page 075| 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
    Page 076| 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 insurrections, that military
            | facility which Solid Snake so brilliantly
            | penetrated, the eye of the storm that
            | threatened to engulf the world!
    Page 078|   Fortunately, there was not a soul to be
            | seen. I could, however, hear a faint cry
            | amidst the whistle of the wind.
            |   "Gary, help me -- "
            |   I couldn't believe my 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!
    Page 079|   My cousin, who'd so carelessly pitched me
            | overboard into the subzero water only few
            | hours ago, was now sitting on the ground, tied
            | to a post. What had happened?
            |   "Help, Gary -- "
            |   I trotted over to where he was calling
            | pathetically, the tuna heavy on my back. He
            | smiled weakly when he saw me.
            |   "What the hell happened to you, John-
            | Dee?" I asked, crouching down next to 
    Page 080| 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 thing 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
    Page 081| one whose authority outstrips even that of the
            | President of the United States?
            |   My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden
            | gunfire. I instinctively pulled the tuna over me
            | again.
            |   "Gary, you gotta help me! Untie me, will 
            | ya!?"
            |   Where was the shooter? The bullets were
            | wildly ricocheting off the posts, making it
            | impossible for me to pinpoint the origin.
    Page 082| If I stayed put, I was dead meat. What should
            | be my next course of action?
            |   "Untie me, man! Gary!"
            |   "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.
            |   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
    Page 084| FOXHOUNDs as Psycho Mantis, the master of
            | psychokinesis and mindreading, 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.
    Page 085| - Revolver Ocelot
            |   An ex-Spetznaz, also known as
            | "Shalashaska." After the collapse of the 
            | Soviet Union, he found lucrative contracts 
            | as a mercenary in conflict-ridden regions
            | throughout the world. His activities led to his
            | recruitment by the U.S. government, and 
            | his entry into FOXHOUND. As his code name
            | indicates, he is a brilliant marksman whose
            | preferred weapon is a revolver.
    Page 086|   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 Russian sharpshooter also served as a
            | liaison between his terrorist band and a
    Page 087| Russian militia led by the renegade Colonel
            | Gurlukovich. According to FOXHOUND leader
            | Liquid Snake's master plan, the Russian militia
            | would join them on Shadow Moses after the
            | nuclear strike had been launched. They would
            | then commence and all-out assault on the rest
            | of the world from their safe retreat on the
            | island. With nuclear missiles that could neither
            | be detected nor defended against, over a
            | thousand first-class Russian soldiers, next-
    Page 088| generation genome commandos and the
            | combat skill and tactical cunning of
            | FOXHOUND, this new army's objective was
            | nothing short of World War III.
    Page 089| - The Ninja
            |   The mystery figure equipped with a
            | reinforced exoskeleton and stealth camouflage
            | confounded Snake as well as the terrorists
            | with his superhuman strength and agility. His
            | interest seems not to have been what was 
            | happening within the facility; evidence
            | suggests that he was there solely to engage
            | Snake in battle. It was through such an
            | encounter that Snake realized the identity of
    Page 090| 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 tom life is a fairly routine
            | occurrence. There are examples throughout
            | the world to prove the fact. When a Roland
            | Grace's grave was relocated in 1952, there
            | were deep gouge marks discovered on the
            | inside of the Hungarian farmer's casket lid.
    Page 091| 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.
    Page 092| 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.
    Page 093| - 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
    Page 094| fighting machines created through the
            | so-called Project "Les Enfants Terribles"!
            |   The rumors that the government is 
            | attempting "mass-production" of super-
            | solders are numerous and persistent. Just the
            | other day, I came across something called
            | "D-People-E-O," a humanoid combat droid.
            | Development on the outer shell had gone off
            | without a hitch, but the unit had to have a
            | human being inside to function, which
    Page 095| decreased its utility somewhat. The military
            | finally realized the fact late in the game, and
            | pulled the plug. There was also a plan to use
            | a well-known psychokinetic's DNA material to
            | breed an army of gifted soldiers.
            | Unfortunately, someone pointed out that there
            | is indeed no spoon -- at least not in a normal
            | combat situation.
            |   Solid and Liquid Snakes, however, were 
            | successfully created from their "father" Big
    Page 096| 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.
    Page 097| WHAT I SAW ON THE ROOF
            |   I hauled myself and the tuna up the steps,
            | dodging the invisible sniper. The spiral
            | staircase seemed to go on forever. Just as I
            | was about to give up the climb, I saw the exit
            | to the roof.
            |   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
    Page 098| catch my breath. The enemy may purse me
            | even here, but I had nothing left in me to run
            | with.
            |   I pulled out my hip flask of peanut-butter-
            | and-bourbon, and took a long swig. The fiery
            | liquid slid down my throat, hot and thick.
            |   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
    Page 099| 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
    Page 100| dump it in 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. 
            |   How does that song go?
            |   "And I-ai-ai will always hate you-u-U-u"
            |   No, that's not it.
            |   "Will always -- "
            |   It must be another song I'm thinking of.
            | Can't remember. Snow is starting to coat my
    Page 101| shoes.
            |   Where was my tuna? Oh, there it is, right
            | next to me.
            |   Bright light in my eye. Now I remember
            | what day it is -- June 24th. The anniversary
            | of my UFO abduction. Why am I so sleepy?
            | And what is that sound?
            |   It was a chopper. A squarish black one, and
            | it was coming closer.
    Page 102| FOXDIE --
            |   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 kills only a
    Page 103| select people; its development was passed
            | onto Naomi Hunter from her predecessor.
            | Once FOXDIE find 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
    Page 104| infect Snake was not hers -- that order in fact
            | came directly from the Pentagon!
            |   The true object of the DOD was to
            | selectively assassinate the perpetrators of the
            | terrorist uprising. All Snake had to do was to
            | come into contact with the targets; the mission
            | objectives he was actually given --
            | namely to stop the nuclear launch and rescue
            | the hostages -- were nothing more than a
            | smoke screen. By simply sending Snake in as
            | a disease vector, the Pentagon stood to
    Page 106| reclaim their expensive investments,
            | Metal Gear and the bodies of the genome
            | soldiers, with little risk of damage.
            |   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
    Page 107| unknown, the Pentagon decided to take
            | extreme measures to counteract this 
            | development.
            |   Alarmed by the news of Dr. Hunter's
            | tampering, the then-Defense Secretary Jim
            | Houseman personally took over as the 
            | mission's commander and headed for Shadow
            | Moses on an AWACS. Around the same time, a
            | bomber took off from a base in Galena, 
            | Alaska, carrying a payload of surface-piercing
            | B61-13 tactical missile. The Defense
            | Secretary had decided on a more direct
    Page 109| approach to cover-up.
            |   Fighting nuke with nuke -- it was a
            | rationale that smacked of a return to the arms
            | race, and Snake was furious. He had already
            | succeeded in destroying Metal Gear REX, and
            | the terrorist incident was over for all intents
            | and purposes. Was a nuclear air strike to be
            | his prize for accomplishing all this?
            |   As it turned out, the air strike never
            | happened. Somebody had countermanded
    Page 110| Jim Houseman's orders. You may think that
            | the only person with the authority to override
            | the orders of the Secretary of Defense was his
            | commander-in-chief, the President of the
            | United States. But like most things in this
            | account, the truth is far from obvious. The
            | hand that stopped the nuclear strike was that
            | of a shadowy secret society!
            |   But what kind of a group is it whose power
            | outstrips even that of the American
    Page 111| Presidency?
            |   When I came to, I was sitting in a weather
            | station cabin with a burlap sack on my head
            | and my hands tied behind my back. So this is
            | the way it ends, I thought dimly. I haul myself
            | all the way out to this pimple on the Arctic
            | and died at the hands of an invisible
            | executioner without finding out a thing.
            |   One of my captors moved in closer and
            | started to rummage through my inside chest
    Page 113| pocket. I cursed inwardly; this was where I
            | carried Nastasha Romanenko's disc, the entire
            | account of the Shadow Moses inside! My
            | policy is, the best way to ensure that
            | something doesn't get stolen is to have it with
            | you at all times. Clearly, I needed to
            | re-evaluate that one.
            |   The man easily found and seized the disc.
            |   "What is this?" He demanded.
            |   "Whatever it is, it's worth more than you."
    Page 114| I responded with as much menace and dignity
            | as the burlap on my head allowed.
            |   "Well, well, that is something..."
            |   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 if
            | my account, and caught up to the point where
    Page 115| it originated. it was unclear how the disc had
            | gotten to Max Smithson at 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
    Page 116| 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
    Page 117| screamed at me, nor to the distinct sound of a
            | gun being pulled out of its holster.
            |   It was then that 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
    Page 118| 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.
            |   There was nobody there.
            |   I could see nothing, sense nothing. But
            | someone was untying the ropes biting into my
            | wrists. Invisible hands place themselves on
            | either side of my head in a strange parody of
    Page 119| 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 surprises to come.
            | As I gingerly moved my stiff body, I felt an
            | unfamiliar bulk against my chest, and
    Page 120| 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.
            |   I thought of my mysterious savior:
            | possessed of superhuman fighting ability,
            | invisible, and capable of burning discs in an
            | instant. There was only one possible
            | explanation.
    Page 121|   He had to be an alien, probably the little
            | gray kind.
            |   And so I came in from the cold to my hole
            | of an apartment in New York, my trusty tuna
            | beside me. The landlord mentioned that my
            | neighbor, the starving student, had gone
            | missing recently. It could be that I was nosing
            | around the wrong information from his
            | machine. if I ever see him alive again, I should
            | apologize.
            |   I am currently banging out this manuscript
    Page 123| on an antique typewriter. This is the truth as
            | described on the optical disc, and as
            | elaborated and verified by my own
            | experiences on that fearsome island.
            |   As this account draws to a close,
            | my thoughts dwell more and more on
            | Nastasha Romanenko, the woman who risked 
            | everything by recording the facts of the
            | incident onto this disc. I think it was her way
            | of giving voice to the victims of this mission,
    Page 124| the casualties of nuclear weapons throughout
            | modern history, and to all the lives disrupted
            | and damaged by an elaborate government
            | conspiracy. Her will was passed onto a
            | counterculture journalist in New York City --
            | that's me --  and the truth is now out there for
            | all to see, just as she dreamed. Readers, the
            | responsibility to disseminate the facts of the
            | Shadow Moses incident is now yours.
            | What will YOU risk to know the truth?
            |   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.
    Page 126|   Gary McGolden, the author, is a journalist 
            | and a nonfiction writer who is best known for 
            | his past bestseller, "The Telekinetic Powers 
            | of the Lock Ness Monster - The True Energy 
            | Source of UFOs". The details of McGolden's 
            | adventures on Shadow Moses remain 
            | uncorroborated, but there are serious doubts 
            | as to his tuna-aided landing on the island. 
            | There is in fact ample evidence that he was 
            | swept out to another small island several
    Page 127| miles south of Shadow Moses and failed to
            | realize that fact.
            |   McGolden has seemingly vanished into thin
            | air following his manuscript's arrival at our
            | humble offices. While this has 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.
    Page 128|   Though certain aspects of the book require
            | further fact-checking, this alone should not
            | dissuade you of the veracity of many of its
            | main assertions, nor should you dismiss the
            | contents of Nastasha Romanenko's disc 
            | outright. Instead readers should approach
            | this account with an open mind and a sense of
            | adventure, much as Gary McGolden did when
            | he first received the disc in the mail.
            |   I should note, however, that Gary was
    Page 129| mistaken about one thing. I never mailed him
            | that disc.
            | Max Smithson, Editor-in-Chief
            | MEGASURPRISE Magazine
    -  In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth
    Page 001|   I dedicate this book to the casualties of	
            | Shadow Moses as well as to all those who 
            | suffered the tyranny of the nuclear weapons
            | -- and to Richard Ames.
            |		      Nastasha Romanenko
    Page 002| PROLOGUE
            | Shadow Moses Island: XX XX N, XX XX W 
            |   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. govern-
            | ment's denial of the entire affair. Among those
            | are the sudden appearance of the Ohio-class
            | nuclear submarine USS Discovery off Shadow
    Page 003| 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 sixteen hours later. In another 
            | possibly related event, and 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.
    Page 004|   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
    Page 005| 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 Projects' 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
    Page 006| 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
    Page 007|   bipedal nuclear-capable tank whose deve-
            |   lopment was one of the most classified
            |   projects of all time
            | - The discovery of a massive government
            |   conspiracy
            | - The activities of a former FOXHOUND
            |   operative who single-handedly took on this
            |   daunting situation and averted the crisis, a
            |   man who is known only by his code name:
            |   Solid Snake
    Page 008|   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
    Page 009| the entirety of the Shadow Moses Affair, 
            | through this book. Only then can we hope
            | to free the coming generations from the
            | damnosa hereditas of the 20th-century
            | nuclear arms race.
    Page 010|   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
    Page 011| 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
    Page 012| 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.
    Page 013|   "You always were a little careless."
            |   I spun around, kicking my chair over. There
            | was a man standing at the entrance of the
            | study, slouching in a well-tailored suit.
            |   "Richard!"
            |   He caught my eye and grinned. Ignoring my
            | surprise, he strolled into the room, gazing
            | around at the pile of books and papers.
            |   "And still as disorganized as ever."
            |   He shrugged his shoulders in a familiar
    Page 014| gesture, triggering a wave of memories laced
            | with bitterness.
            |   Richard Ames and I were married, once
            | upon a time. We were both young, and
            | working for the DIA (Defense Intelligence
            | Agency). We spent much of our brief marriage
            | in disagreement over virtually every issue, and
            | just as I come to realize that our union was
            | a mistake, he disappeared from my life. 
    Page 015|   A while later, I received the paperwork for
            | divorce from his lawyer. There was a generous
            | alimony offer involved, which I refused. Not
            | only did I find the thought of owing him
            | anything intolerable, I also wanted to prove
            | that he was not the only one who could walk
            | away without an explanation. The divorce was
            | finalized without us ever meeting face-to-face,
            | and we were legally strangers once again. In
            | the fire years since, I quit the DIA and became
    Page 016| a freelance analyst. I had not seen Richard at
            | all, nor even heard of his whereabouts.
            |   "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."
    Page 017|   "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. Look like
    Page 018| 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."
    Page 019|   He place 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 Depart-
            | ment of Energy budget. It was established in
            | 1974 to provide technological support to the
            | FBI in areas of intelligence, investigation, site
            | securement, damage containment, and medical
            | response during incidents involving criminal
            | threats of nuclear weapon use. Call it a band
    Page 020| of experts on nuclear terrorism, if you will.
            | NEST consists of independently contracted
            | scientists from federally funded research
            | entities like Los Alamos and Lawrence
            | Licermore, 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. "You've
            | heard of Shadow Moses Island, I assume."
            |   I nodded assent. I had indeed heard of the
    Page 021| remote place, north of Alaska's Fox Islands.
            | Though it was hardly public knowledge, the
            | island was home to a nuclear weapons
            | disposal facility
            |   According to the terms of the START2
            | (Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty), the total
            | number of tactical nuclear warheads owned by
            | the U.S. and Russia were reduced to some-
            | where between 3000 and 3500 in the later
    Page 022| decades of the twentieth century. The outcome
            | was a massive number of warheads in need of
            | disposal when there was already a shortage of
            | storage space for radioactive materials. As a
            | result, warheads had to be kept somewhere
            | before they could be dismantled and their
            | radioactive elements extracted for long-term
            | storage. The Shadow Moses facility was the
            | answer. It was the crystallization of the forces
            | of nuclear proliferation, political engineering
    Page 023| that gives preference to delaying a solution
            | rather than producing one and a hidden
            | military agenda to preserve what it could of
            | the old nuclear stockpile.
            |   Richard took out several photographs from
            | the folder and handed them to me. They all
            | appeared to be satellite captures of the
            | nuclear weapons disposal plant on Shadow
            | Moses Island, perhaps acquired from the NRO
    Page 024| (National Reconnaissance Office). There were
            | multiple human figures around the building
            | structures.
            |   Richard broke the silence.
            |   "The disposal plant was seized by terror-
            | ists." I looked up sharply at the news, but his
            | next words left me speechless.
            |   "And the ringleaders are FOXHOUND
            | members."
    Page 025|   An "irregular" team of the best commandos
            | the military has to offer, armed with cutting-
            | edge technology. That was FOXHOUND. The
            | best of the best, and completely unknown to
            | the public they ostensibly serve. Their function
            | was to intervene in the kind of low-intensity
            | conflicts the U.S. could not officially touch.
            | They were the shadow soldiers of numerous
            | regional conflicts and civil wars, shaping
            | history with sabotage, selective assassination
    Page 026| and other covert acts of war.
            |   Richard had more to say. "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."
            | The next-generation special forces is
            | an aggressive anti-terrorism squad deployed
    Page 027| to counter acts of political violence involving
            | weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear,
            | biological and chemical warfare methods. The
            | combat philosophy is derived from the one
            | used for Force 21, and most of the recruits
            | come from a mercenary background. The men
            | are intensively trained in VR environment, and
            | their combat capability is estimated to be well
            | beyond even those of Delta Force or the Night
            | Stalkers. While the government categorically
    Page 028| denies the accusation, there are persistent
            | rumors that the men have been genetically
            | enhanced to increase tactical advantage.
            |   FOXHOUND and the next-generation special
            | forces. They were without a doubt the most
            | skilled group of fighting men produced by the
            | U.S., and they had hijacked a nuclear arsenal.
            | Richard had more bad news.
            |   "There are also civilian hostages involved.
            | Two of them happen to be the DARPA chief,
    Page 029| Donald Anderson, and Kenneth Baker, the
            | president of ArmsTech, Inc."
            |   The Defense Advanced Research Projects
            | Agency is the research satellite of the U.S.
            | Defense Department, charged with planning
            | and leading the development of new weapons
            | technology; AT happens to be one of the top
            | three defense contractors in the country.
            | There is no such thing as a coincidence, 
            | especially the kind that involves the head
    Page 030| of those two organizations meeting in an
            | out-of-way nuclear weapons disposal plant.
            | I decided to be direct with Richard.
            |   "There was something going on in that
            | 'disposal' facility, I take it? Let me guess --
            | a demonstration of a new weapon."
            |   "How should I know? Shadow Moses is also 
            | a prime Northern Lights observation locale,
            | you know." Whatever Richard knew, he wasn't
            | telling. But his evasiveness only confirmed my
    Page 031| suspicions. Whatever was going on, this was
            | no ordinary terrorist incident. With that in
            | mind, I moved onto another point.
            |   "What are their demands?"
            |   "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?"
    Page 032|   "No idea, but unless they have it within 24
            | hours, they'll launch a nuclear strike," Richard
            | glanced at the watch coolly, "So we have 
            | about 19 hours."
            |   "You don't seem too worried."
            |   "The DOD is already working on the
            | situation."
            |   Just as I'd suspected. Richard always has a 
            | plan in place and the machinery in motion
            | before opening up to someone else. All he
    Page 033| asks from others is approval after the fact.
            |   "Shadow Moses is completely locked 
            | down. We had to rule out deploying an entire
            | assault team. Instead, we're inserting a single
            | operative to free the hostages and prevent
            | the nuclear strike."
            |   "Impossible."
            |   "Possible -- for Solid Snake."
            |   Solid Snake...! The former FOXHOUND, a
            | legend among mercenaries for single-handedly
    Page 034| bringing down the fortress cities of Outer
            | Heaven and Zanzibar Land. Yes, with Solid
            | Snake in the picture, there was a possibility of
            | success. But still...
            |   "USS Discovery, an Ohio-class nuclear
            | submarine, is already in place with Snake
            | aboard."
            |   So the plan was already a go. I looked
            | Richard in the eye and held his gaze.
            |   "And what do I have to do with all this?"
    Page 035|   He grinned. "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 communi-
            | cation equipment, into the study. Richard
            | nodded towards the bulky load.
            |   "I'd like you to be available to Snake for
            | consultation via satellite linkup."
    Page 036|   As soon as the equipment was in place, an
            | engineer type started to make adjustments. I
            | could see another group of men setting up a
            | satellite dish in the backyard. They were all in
            | civilian clothes, but not a few of them had the
            | build and the oddly-fitting jacket that marked
            | them as armed military personnel. Clearly,
            | refusal was not an option.
            |   But there was still something that puzzled
            | me. NEST has a small investigative team, SRT,
    Page 037| on standby at all times for immediate 
            | response. They were stationed at Nellis AFB in
            | Las Vegas, just over in Nevada. Clearly, they 
            | were the natural choice for this assignment.
            | And if not the SRT, the DIA also had a number
            | of qualified nuclear weapon specialists. 
            | Richard had started to direct his men on
            | where to set up the equipment, but I inter-
            | rupted him.
            |   "Why me?"
    Page 038|   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?"
            |   "You have to be somewhere. We would have
    Page 039| located you."
            |   "I'm sure you would have."
            |   "So are you in?"
            |   I took a deep breath. "Of course."
            |   I don't enjoy being a pawn, especially
            | Richard's, but I had no intention of standing by
            | while nuclear terrorism was in progress. A 
            | nuclear strike takes an untold number of lives,
            | all in a blink of an eye, Adults and infants, 
            | women and men, it kills indiscriminately. If
    Page 040| there was a chance that I could do something
            | to stay the hand on the nuclear button, I had
            | to do it.
            |   "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 his men.
    Page 041|   The study was almost unrecognizable,
            | thanks in part to the racks of communication
            | hardware. Cables snaked across every square
            | inch of available space, and engineers and DIA
            | agents were coming and going in controlled
            | chaos. The place looked like what in now 
            | was -- a temporary mission control room. 
            |   Richard laid a hand on my shoulder.
            |   "You should be hearing from him soon.
            | You're clear on how to use the radio?" I
    Page 042| 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, and Ohio-class nuclear submarine.
            | He was then ejected from the submarine on a
            | swimmer delivery vehicle (SDV), which he
    Page 043| 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.
            | This 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
    Page 044| 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
    Page 045| 1999 Zanzibar Land uprising. He had retired
            | soon after, but from 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 bio-
            | engineering program for FOXHOUND. Richard
            | matter-of-factly confirmed that both FOX-
    Page 046| HOUND and the next-generation special forces
            | had been undergoing genetic manipulation to
            | enhance their combat capability. I have a diffi-
            | cult time grasping what we have come to --
            | modifying a person's essential genetic struc-
            | ture for the sake of creating a better soldier.
            |   Also aboard the Discovery was Mei Ling, 
            | the inventor of the new radar and communi-
            | cation system deployed for this mission. She
            | was something of an engineering wunderkind,
    Page 047| 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 FOX-
            | HOUND. 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.
    Page 048|   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
    Page 049| mission plan. But we failed to see it, and both
            | Solid Snake and I were to regret out 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.
            |   "This is Nastasha Romanenko. Good to meet
    Page 050| you, Solid Snake."
            |   "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 terri-
            | tory, and I could sense nothing resembling
            | tension or impatience in his tone. Instead, it
            | was as level and unruffled as someone
            | answering a routine telephone call at their
    Page 051| 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
    Page 052| my watch, let alone the rogue kind. Let me
            | work with you on this one."
            |   "...You get to the point fast, don't you?"
            |   "There's a missile that's about to fly. A
            | nuclear strike can never be someone else's
            | problem, and I'm not good at standing around
            | twiddling my thumbs... Not that I can do little
            | more than advise in this case."
            |   That fact was all too obvious. Snake was the
            | one who was putting his life on the line in
    Page 053| 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 strangely comforting voice, a voice
            | that inspired trust.
            |   "Same here." As I answered, I resolved to
    Page 054| 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.
    Page 055|   My first short exchange with Solid Snake
            | ever, I was beginning to understand why he
            | was called the man who "makes the 
            | impossible, possible." The icy clam in the
            | face of insurmountable difficult, 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?"
    Page 056|   "Oh -- 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."
            |   "Time flies. People change their minds."
            |   "It's called nostalgia. You'll dislike it again
            | soon enough."
            |   "Perhaps..."
            |   Richard continued to look at me.
    Page 057|   Solid Snake certainly managed to live up to
            | his reputation. He adroitly wove his way 
            | through the enemy's patrols and infiltrated
            | the nuclear weapons disposal plant, where he
            | made contact with Donald Anderson, the 
            | DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects
            | Agency) director. Throughout the mission, we
            | had radio monitoring capability over Snake's
            | every movement thanks to his internal nano-
            | machines. It was through this access channel
    Page 058| that I learned a shocking fact.
            |   Donald Anderson -- discovered in solitary
            | confinement by Solid Snake -- confirmed that
            | the terrorists had full nuclear capability, and
            | that Shadow Moses Island was the site of a
            | field exercise for Metal Gear.
            |   Metal Gear. The very mention of that name
            | sent me reeling. It was the ultimate weapon, a
            | nuclear-capable bipedal tank that could
    Page 059| launch a rapid and accurate nuclear strike
            | from virtually any terrain, from mountains to
            | marshlands to the desert dunes. It could
            | bestow the dubious privilege of initiating a
            | mission strike from sites that were previously
            | out of the question as launch locations. For
            | that very reason, analysts had long predicted
            | that if brought to fruition, Metal Gear techno-
            | logy would rewrite the tactical map of the
            | world.
    Page 060|   The are speculations that this Unholy
            | Grail of weapons development was being
            | pursued late last century in the South African
            | fortress state of Outer Heaven, then in the
            | ultra-nationalist sovereignty of Zanzibar
            | Land in Central Asia. One source went so far
            | as to claim that a working prototype had been
            | produced, but the weapon never made it onto 
            | the world military stage; instead, it was
            | destroyed by a special forces operative. The
    Page 061| squad in question was FOXHOUND, and the
            | operative was a man codenamed Solid Snake.
            | I briefly wondered if it were some strange
            | quirk of fate that had brought Snake into this
            | latest incident, but I knew Richard too well.
            | Snake had to have been called in because of 
            | his past battles. Whoever had planned this
            | mission had been thorough, and the more I
            | realized the fact, the less I liked it.
    Page 062|   A few years ago, I interviewed a high-
            | ranking DOD official and led the conversation
            | to the subject of Metal Gear. His response at
            | the time was that the U.S. had very little
            | interest in developing a weapon like Metal
            | Gear (not that he officially admitted that such
            | a thing as the Metal Gear existed - on a 
            | purely a hypothetical level, IF such a techno-
            | logy were available). With the collapse of the
            | Soviet Union, nuclear arsenals built to
    Page 063| enforce the idea of mutually assured
            | destruction had lost its justification, and the
            | deterrent argument was losing ground. In the
            | current "multilateral world order rife with
            | smaller regional powers" as he put it,
            | development priority lay with cruise missiles
            | and smaller weapons with lower lethality that
            | could be carried by stealth bombers.
            |   He also went on to note that Metal Gear, 
            | with its affinity for rough terrain, would be
    Page 064| extremely difficult to discover and destroy.
            | Hence, it was the perfect nuclear strike
            | system for rogue states. He was deeply 
            | concerned that if such non-democratic
            | sovereignties were to get a hold of Metal Gear
            | technology, the resulting upset in the balance
            | of military power would lead to a massive
            | rupture in world order. It was a fear that I
            | myself shared.
            |   An artifact of the Cold War. The devil's
    Page 065| candy, created by nuclear proliferation. That
            | was what Metal Gear seemed to be. So why 
            | was this weapon, a cutting-edge technology
            | that was politically long-obsolete, being
            | developed once again on American soil? It 
            | was possible that the Defense Department
            | wanted to restore last century's nuclear
            | strategy to the national agenda. Or did this
            | new Metal Gear have something that set it far
            | apart from Metal Gear as I knew it?
    Page 066|   Anderson had more to say. Metal Gear's 
            | launch key consisted of two separate pass-
            | words, one held by Anderson himself and the
            | other by Kenneth Baker, the president of
            | ArmsTech. Anderson's own password was
            | already in the terrorists' hands, and he feared
            | that the same was true for Baker's. A
            | renegade FOXHOUND psychic, codenamed
            | Psycho Mantis, had literally read Anderson's
            | mind and obtained the key.
    Page 067|   The bottom line was that the terrorists
            | could activate Metal Gear and launch the
            | missile whenever they pleased. The worst-
            | case scenario had come true.
            |   However, Anderson revealed that there was
            | still a way to prevent the nuclear strike.
            | Kenneth Baker alone had the emergency
            | override key that could be used to reenter the
            | launch code and cancel the missile launch.
            | Even if the terrorists had already completed
    Page 068| preparations for a strike, the override would
            | reverse the process.
            |   His only hope now riding on obtaining the
            | override key, Snake attempted to leave the
            | cell area with Anderson in tow. We heard the
            | terrible cries over the radio at the same time
            | Snake did. Anderson had suddenly started to
            | clutch at his own chest in agony, and before
            | we could even recover from our initial shock,
            | he was dead. Dr. Naomi Hunter, monitoring
    Page 069| the situation from onboard USS Discovery,
            | tentatively diagnosed the cause of death as a
            | heart attack.
            |   Snake walked out of the cell alone in search
            | of Kenneth Baker, leaving behind what had
            | until recently been Donald Anderson, chief of
            | DARPA.
            |   "All right, what exactly is going on here?"
            | I confronted Richard as soon as I confirmed
    Page 070| Snake's safe departure.
            |   "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."
            |   "Apparently, I didn't know about that
            | particular situation."
            |   "If you say so."
    Page 071|   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?"
    Page 072|   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 voices being broadcast
            | from the radio told me that Snake was moving
            | deeper into the complex in search of Kenneth
    Page 073| 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
    Page 074| receiving 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
    Page 075| 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
    Page 076| 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 out-
            | moded weapon for live combat is unheard of.
            |   But Ocelot seemed to invest the vintage gun
            | with diabolical powers. He would purposefully
            | fire against walls and the floor, weaving a
            | tight web of ricocheting bullets around Snake,
    Page 077| gradually hamming 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.
            |   "My hand!" Ocelot's scream came a second 
            | later, followed by more explosions.
            |   "What the hell is going on!?" Richard
    Page 078| cried.
            |   The controller in charge of the data sent in
            | by Snake's nanomachine 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.
            |   "The unidentified fourth subject is knocking
            | down girders. No sign of firearm use! What-
    Page 079| ever it is, it's moving fast!" The controller's
            | voice rose with excitement. "The speed is well
            | above anything a human being should be able 
            | to handle."
            |   The situation was chaotic. I could make out
            | Ocelot's voice through the roar of collapsing
            | metal.
            |   "Stealth camouflage! Someone left a job
            | only half done... As for you -- we'll continue
            | this later!"
    Page 080|   It seemed Ocelot had left the area.
            |   The explosions 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.
            |   "Who are you?"
            |   "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
    Page 081| unspeakable pain. Baker's labored groans
            | could be heard over the conversation.
            |   "You have a reinforced skeleton -- !?"
            |   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 maddened sound.
            |   The cry went on and on, then cut out as
            | abruptly as it had begun. In the ringing
    Page 082| silence, the controller's voice floated out, thin
            | and hollow.
            |   " -- the fourth subject has disappeared."
            |   The words brought us out of a state of
            | shock.
            |   "Can we track him?"
            |   "Negative. He's vanished, no traces."
            |   "Collect as much data as you can."
            |   "I have the full results on information
            | relayed by the nanomachines. There's an
    Page 083| electromagnetic pattern that resembles a
            | stealth camouflage signature."
            |   "Stealth camo and reinforced exoskeleton..."
            | Richard muttered, deep in thought.
            |   "Not everything is happening according to 
            | plan, I take it?" I inquired with some
            | sarcasm.
            |   "It's within acceptable deviation. The
            | mission will go on as planned."
            |   For a split second, his eyes betrayed his
    Page 084| disquiet; then he quickly recovered his
            | characteristic arrogance. "You just concen-
            | trate on your job."
            |   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
    Page 085| 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 volun-
            | teered the information. He arm hung broken
            | and useless by his side, presumable Ocelot's
            | handiwork.
            |   According to Naomi Hunter's intelligence,
            | Revolver Ocelot had served as a Special
            | Interrogations Consultant in the Soviet gulags
    Page 086| during his 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 with-
            | stand the techniques of coercion developed in
            | the cells of Lubianka. We now had con-
            | firmation that the terrorists possessed both
            | launch keys. The situation was more desperate
            | than ever.
            |   Baker's response to Snake's queries about
    Page 087| the emergency override key was almost as
            | 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's niece?"
            |   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
    Page 088| 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
    Page 089| launch was the chief of Metal Gear's develop-
            | ment 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
    Page 090| 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
    Page 091| himself? I was apparently not alone in my
            | disconcerntment. 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 -- "
    Page 092|   "But Metal Gear technology is already a
            | known factor."
            |   "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 hid 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
    Page 093| 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,
    Page 094| 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
    Page 095| develop a new Metal Gear on the govern-
            | ment's co-called Black Budget. My later
            | investigations revealed that regular payments
            | in the tens of thousands of dollars had been
            | made to the corporate 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
    Page 096| been bribed to the tune of an astronomical
            | sum.
            |   Even the government 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 scuttle-
            | butt was that it involved the construction of a
            | completely new type of battleship. Just what
            | kind of a ship was never revealed, since the
    Page 097| entire program fell apart after the CNO
            | suddenly passed away. The unexpected death
            | coincided with ArmsTech'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
    Page 098| 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.
    Page 099|   "We'll do that. Just as a precaution." He did
            | not seem particularly disturbed. "It may have 
            | been for the best, anyway. Having to babysit a
            | senior citizen with a broken arm sure wasn't
            | going to help Snake with his mission."
            |   "You haven't changed a bit, I see."
            |   "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?"
    Page 100|   Richard turned away.
            |   "Nothing. There's nothing to hide."
            |   Having successfully made radio contact with
            | Meryl, Colonel Campbell's niece, Solid Snake
            | agreed to put off a rendezvous with her in
            | favor of rescuing Dr. Hal Emmerich, the chief
            | of Metal Gear development. He reached that
            | lab just as the Ninja was attempting to attack
            | Dr. Emmerich, and the two fighters
    Page 101| immediately squared off.
            |   Snake and the Ninja launched into a silent
            | hand-to-hand combat, a balletic exchange of
            | blows that seemed almost to serve as a 
            | private dialog. The fighting seemed intermo-
            | nable to us as we followed over the radio, but
            | just as in the last encounter, the Ninja
            | suddenly let loose an inhuman howl, and
            | vanished into the maelstrom of its ragged echo.
            |   It was our second encounter with the Ninja,
    Page 102| and we were as in the dark about him as
            | ever. But Snake had recognized something
            | during their battle, and he raised Campbell on
            | the radio.
            |   "It's 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.
    Page 103|   "Yes, he was supposed to have been killed.
            | But he wasn't."
            |   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
    Page 104| 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 volun-
            | teered the truth of the Ninja's identity earlier,
    Page 105| Naomi had only a terse reply.
            |   "It was classified information."
            |   According to records she had seen, the 
            | subject -- Gray Fox -- had died in an acci-
            | dental lab explosion two years ago. I turned to
            | Richard.
            |   "Is this true?"
            |   "What's true?"
            |   "The accident in the lab."
            |   "It's true. The cause of the explosion was
    Page 106| 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."
            |   "It was classified information," Richard
            | mimicked.
            |   Snake secured Dr. Emmerich after the
    Page 107| 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
    Page 108| involvement in the Manhattan Project, and the
            | ethical termoil 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 the day the
            | atomic bomb had found Hiroshima.
            |   "Three generations -- sometimes I wonder
            | if nuclear warfare is out personal albatross,
            | an inherited pathology."
            |   We could hear the pain and the regret in
    Page 109| 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 virological research to contribute to
            | the making of weapons of mass destruction.
    Page 110| After all, the Ninja was born of genetic engi-
            | neering and cybernetic research, which could
            | easily have healed a civilian rather than
            | improved upon a solider. A scientist cannot
            | pleased naiveté 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 wondered if
            | Dr. Emmerich would ever realize that onus.
    Page 111|   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 rescued charge safe, Snake departed 
            | for a rendezvous with Meryl.
            |   Snake's objective was to meet with Meryl
    Page 112| and re-enter the launch code using her over-
            | ride 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
    Page 113| still unconscious, stripped of all his gear.
            | However, his cochlea-implant radio passed
            | unnoticed, and we could hear the terrorists'
            | conferring about the incapacitated operative.
            | We gathered from their talk that the prepera-
            | tions 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,
    Page 114| 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
    Page 115| were formidable, and he quickly rose to
            | 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 be 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?"
    Page 116|   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 face to face. But
    Page 117| 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 not find
            | out the truth until a little later.
            |   What awaited Snake after his brief
    Page 118| 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.
    Page 119| 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.
    Page 120|   Campbell continued to be silent. It was all
            | the confirmation Snake needed.
            |   "You should have told me."
            |   "...I'm sorry."
            |   "Pawns don't need to know, is that it?
            | You've changed." Campbell had no rebuttal to
            | Snake's barbs.
            |   According to Campbell, even the President
            | had apparently been unaware of the existence
    Page 121| of Project Rex until the day before. To make
            | matters more complicated, he was due to
            | meet with the Russian president the following
            | day for the formal signing of START3.
            |   The treaty stipulated further reduction of
            | the nuclear arsenal, picking up where START2
            | left off. The agreement would reduce the 
            | number of Russian and American tactical
            | ballistic missiles to somewhere between two
            | thousand and twenty-five hundred, and the
    Page 122| signing was a historic event that had been
            | made possible by long and arduous process.
            | If the fact that a new nuclear weapon was
            | being developed by the United States were
            | made public, there was a significant chance
            | that the signing would never take place.
            | Worse still, the loss of confidence in
            | America's commitment to non-proliferation
            | could create international turmoil.
            |   The government clearly had every
    Page 123| reason to keep the situation under wraps,
            | and there were ample indications that the
            | terrorists had counter on the fact. The 
            | timing of this takeover as well as the
            | twenty-four hour deadline said as much.
            |   Campbell continued to plead his case with
            | Snake.
            |   "Snake, you've got to stop them."
            |   "Sing it to someone else."
            |   "You're the only hope we have."
    Page 124|   "All right then, tell me what this new war-
            | head is about."
            |   "I told you, I don't know."
            |   "I don't believe you."
            |   "..."
            |   "If the situation is so desperate, why don't
            | you accept their demands? Give them Big
            | Boss' body. It's just a corpse."
            |   "That's not an option..." Campbell was
            | floundering under the barrage of Snake's
    Page 125| questions.
            |   "Is there a reason you can't comply with
            | that demand? A reason you haven't told
            | me?"
            |   Naomi broke in as Campbell fell silent.
            |   "The President's passed a number of
            | policies that severely restrict genetic engi-
            | neering on humans. He can't afford to have
            | the public know about the military's use of
            | genetically-enhanced soldiers."
    Page 126|   "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."
    Page 127|   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?"
            |   "You're very -- passionate about this job."
            |   "Do you object? It's the job you forced on
    Page 128| me, after all."
            |   "No, but I admit that I'm a little jealous."
            |   "Ah, the jealousy act. Yes, I know that one
            | too."
            |   Richard averted his eyes.
            |   "I wouldn't call it an act. If -- no forget it."
            | He lit a cigarette. Chesterfield. The same
            | brand as Humphrey Bogart.
            |   "You still smoke the same brand."
            |   "You know me. Once I decide I like
    Page 129| 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.
            |   "Naomi, talk to me. I need something to
    Page 130| distract me."
            |   "What do you want me to talk about?"
            |   "Anything."
            |   "I'm not good at finding things to talk
            | about..."
            |   "Tell me about yourself."
            |   "About me...? That's not so easy."
            |   "You got any family?"
            |   "...It's not a very happy story."
            |   "I don't have any family -- I guess there
    Page 131| 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.
            |   "You're talking about Big Boss."
            |   "What? Big Boss was your -- ?"
            |   "No reason you should have known."
            | Campbell elaborated to Naomi. "It was six
    Page 132| 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.
            |   "That's what he said, and that's all I know."
            |   "You knew and you still killed him...?"
            |   "Yeah."
            |   "Why?" Naomi asked fiercely. There was a
            | pause before Snake answered.
            |   "Because that's what he wanted. And what I
    Page 133| wanted."
            |   "But it's still -- patricide."
            |   "Yeah, I know. My personal nightmare
            | too..." Snake's voice was the faintest we had
            | heard.
            |   "Is that why you left FOXHOUND?"
            |   "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.
    Page 134|   "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."
            |   "Where's he now?"
            |   Naomi's reply was deeply pained.
            |   "He's gone..."
            |   There was deep sorrow in her voice, and, I
            | thought, something more. 
    Page 135|   "A stepbrother who put her through
            | 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 ATGC soon after completing doctoral
            | program, moved to California's so-called
            | Biotech Bay area. Led several genetic therapy
    Page 136| 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
    Page 137| 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
    Page 138| 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 lead to the Metal Gear hangar. What drove
            | him? Guilt for Meryl's capture and an urge to
            | avenger 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
    Page 139| 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 Gattling gun, was a daunting enemy.
            | In the end, however, Snake eventually
            | prevailed.
    Page 140|   The stricken Raven, 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
    Page 141| 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 tack.
            |   "Why go to all that trouble and impersonate
            | Anderson?"
            |   Raven smiled faintly.
    Page 142|   "That's all the clue you're going to get.
            | Everything else, you'll have to figure out
            | yourself."
            |   A few minutes later, Vulcan Raven died.
            |   Richard was chagrined.
            |   "So that's how it was. They had us 
            | completely fooled."
            |   "Why would Octopus impersonate
            | Anderson?" I asked.
    Page 143|   "I don't know. Maybe to get information out
            | of Snake."
            |   "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.
            |   While Richard and I were talking, a call was
            | made to Snake.
    Page 144|   "Snake, it's me -- "
            |   "Master?" Snake answered. It was
            | apparently Master Miller.
            |   "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
    Page 145| hear what he had to say.
            |   "Colonel, is Naomi there?" Snake asked.
            |   "No, she's trying to catch up on her sleep."
            |   "Okay..."
            |   Campbell turned his attention back to
            | Miller.
            |   "What were you saying about Dr. Hunter?"
            |   "All right. Maybe it's better that the Colonel
            | hears about this now." Miller said resignedly.
            |   "Go on," urged Snake.
    Page 146|   "That's not the real Naomi Hunter you're
            | working with, Colonel."
            |   "What!?" Campbell raised his voice,
            | astounded. Miller continued coolly.
            |   "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
    Page 147| an identity theft, certainly. But Dr. Naomi
            | Hunter an impostor -- !
            |   "Who is she really then!" Campbell was
            | agitated, but Miller remained cool as ice.
            |   "Probably a spy."
            |   "A spy!"
            |   "Yes -- sent in to ensure this mission's 
            | failure."
            |   "Are you saying she's one of the terrorists?"
            | Campbell's tone was disbelieving, but Snake
    Page 148| backed up his former instructor.
            |   "I don't want to believe it either, Colonel.
            | But it's true that she's a FOXHOUND
            | personnel..."
            |   "...So it would not be surprising if she took
            | part in this insurrection." Campbell finished
            | dully, as though Snake's words had crystal-
            | lized his own doubts.
            |   "Or she could be working for another
            | organization," Miller suggested.
    Page 149|   "Another -- ? No, that's not possible..."
            | As Campbell trailed off, Miller spoke up, his
            | tone ruthless.
            |   "Take her into custody, Colonel."
            |   "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.
    Page 150|   Miller pounced on the gravity of the
            | Colonel's tone.
            |   "What are you talking about?"
            |   "N-Nothing in particular..." Campbell tried
            | to recover himself.
            |   "Campbell, did you give her access to some
            | other line of classified information?"
            |   "..." Campbell remained silent, but Miller
            | pressed on.
            |   "Does it have anything to do with the way
    Page 151| the DARPA chief or the ArmsTech president 
            | died?"
            |   "Look, I don't know what you're talking
            | about."
            |   Clearly, Campbell knew something. It was
            | equally obvious that he had no intention of
            | revealing what he was privy to. Perhaps
            | sensing that fact, Miller dropped the pursuit
            | abruptly.
            |   "In any case, it's too dangerous to retain
    Page 152| her in the mission."
            |   "H-hold on a minute. She is an integral part
            | of this mission. In fact, we can't afford to
            | proceed without her," Campbell was being too
            | insistent about Dr. Hunter's value. I had to
            | wonder if it was indeed the case that he had
            | trusted her with highly classified information.
            |   Snake was also suspicious.
            |   "More secrets, Colonel?"
            |   "Give me time. I'll have her background and
    Page 153| 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."
            |   "Time is something I wasn't give a lot of."
            | Snake growled bitterly.
            |   "What's the deal?" I said to Richard.
    Page 154|   "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.
    Page 155|   "But if what Miller said about Naomi is true,
            | it raises questions about him in turn."
            |   "Why do you say that?"
            |   "He's supposed to be in his cabin in
            | Alaska."
            |   "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 investi-
            | gators couldn't?" Richard called one of his
    Page 156| 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 hurried away.
            |   "How do you know he's one of our own?"
            | Richard shot back, blowing a stream of 
            | smoke.
            |   "Should I assume you don't trust me
            | either?"
            |   "You're the one who doesn't trust me. Never
    Page 157| 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
            | machines 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
    Page 158| 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.
    Page 159|   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
    Page 160| 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 war-
            | head. The third stage is the midcourse phase,
            | in which the reentry vehicle separates and
            | achieves a controlled descent back into the
    Page 161| atmosphere. The warhead's reentry into the
            | atmosphere and its arrival at the targets mark
            | the fourth and terminal phase.
            |   Current missile defense systems 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 conventional rocket propulsion to achieve
            | boost-stage acceleration. As a result, there is
    Page 162| 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
    Page 163| 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
    Page 164| chaos.
            |   Snake had a few things to say to Campbell
            | after learning the truth. He knew as well as
            | anyone that if the fact that the U.S. had been
            | developing a new breed of nuclear weapons
            | were made public on the eve of START3,
            | negotiations would break down and U.S. would
            | suffer a devastating embarrassment.
            |   "Did you know about this, Colonel?"
    Page 165|   "I really am sorry, Snake."
            |   "You really have changed..."
            |   "I won't offer any excuses..."
            |   "Snake, you've got to hear this,"
            | Dr. Emmerich broke in, ignoring Campbell.
            | "The new missiles were complete in simulation
            | only. That's why they had to perform this
            | exercise -- to get field data that would back
            | up their simulation results."
            |   "How did the exercise go?" Snake asked.
    Page 166| Emmerich's reply was discouraging. It seems
            | to have gone better than they expected, but I
            | can't find any of the data. There isn't a trace
            | of the thing on the entire network. You'd think
            | it's backed up somewhere, but zilch."
            |   "It's on the optical disc that Baker gave
            | me."
            |   "You mean you still have it!" Campbell
            | exclaimed hopefully.
            |   "No, Ocelot took it." Snake replied bitterly.
    Page 167|   It must have happened when he was a
            | hostage. Did this mean that Ocelot had known
            | of the existence of the exercise data before-
            | hand?
            |   "This doesn't look good..." Campbell
            | murmured, deep in thought.
            |   I glared at Richard.
            |   "You knew about this too, didn't you?"
            |   "Knew what?"
    Page 168|   "The small matter of this new nuclear
            | weapon technology."
            |   Richard shrugged.
            |   "If I'd told you, would you have 
            | cooperated? You probably would have tried
            | to leak it to some media contact. And that
            | would have forced out hand..." He left it at
            | that. Would he have had me killed "in the
            | interest of national security"? Something
            | like that, I supposed. In the world Richard
    Page 169| inhabited, preserving secrets always merited
            | higher consideration than human life.
            |   But I was a privy to that secret now. What
            | would happen once the mission ended? I left
            | a chill go down my spine as I considered the
            | possibilities.
            |   Richard was quietly puffing on his cigarette.
            | He had too many men with him, working for 
            | him every moment. There was no way I could
            | simply walk out of this house.
    Page 170|   But I had something up my sleeve as well,
            | and I was not about to let myself be exploited
            | without a fight. I looked over at my PC. The
            | screen saver had kicked in, and geometric
            | patterns flitted across the dark monitor.
            |   I slipped my PDA into my pocket and
            | headed for the bathroom to send some mail.
            |   One of Richard's men trotted over with a
            | slip of paper. Richard studied it, and after
    Page 171| some consideration, raised Campbell on the
            | radio. 
            |   "What can I do for you, Major Ames?"
            | Campbell's tone was openly hostile, but
            | Richard paid no heed.
            |   "Colonel Campbell, I'd like you to start
            | interrogating Naomi Hunter."
            |   "Interrogate her? What are you talking
            | about?" Campbell said sharply.
            |   "There are suspicious points about
    Page 172| Dr. Hunter's background, as you've heard. I've
            | therefore sent one of my men over there to 
            | talk to her, but she seems reluctant to
            | cooperate." Richard lit another cigarette.
            |   "But she's taking a nap." The Colonel
            | insisted.
            |   "Actually, she's not."
            |   "What?"
            |   "In reality, she's been taking into my agent's
            | custody."
    Page 173|   "How -- dare you!" Campbell barked
            | angrily. Richard was unfazed.
            |   "If, as Master Miller charged, Naomi Hunter
            | has falsified her identity and is in communi-
            | cation with the enemy, there are serious
            | repercussions. I trust you understand."
            |   "FOXDIE..." Campbell groaned.
            |   FOXDIE? This was something new. This
            | mission was like an onion, with layer after
            | layer of secret intent.
    Page 174|   "She won't talk to my agent. She may talk to
            | you. Find out from Naomi who she is and what
            | her objective is."
            |   "Absolutely not. I don't take orders from 
            | you. And I'm having Dr. Hunter freed
            | immediately."
            |   "What makes you think you can do such a
            | thing?" replied Richard, exhaling a cloud of
            | smoke.
            |   There was a long silence.
    Page 175|   "Who exactly the hell are you?" I could head
            | the barely suppressed rage in Campbell's
            | voice. "The DIA wouldn't have the authority to
            | send a man into a Navy submarine and hold
            | someone prisoner."
            |   Richard did not answer. Campbell
            | continued.
            |   "And that's not the only thing. Nothing has
            | been done through the usual channels,
            | including the way you induced Snake and I to
    Page 176| cooperate. This mission isn't even official
            | business, is it? So who else can mount such a
            | major operation..." Campbell suddenly broke
            | off, as though struck by something. "Is it
            | possible that -- the Patriots?" He murmured.
            |   Richard ignored Campbell's outburst.
            |   "Does it matter what I am? It doesn't 
            | change the fact that your life, not to mention
            | your precious Meryl's life, is in my hands.
            | Isn't that right?"
    Page 177|   This time it was Campbell's turn to be silent.
            | I had never suspected that his participation in
            | the mission had been arranged by force. The
            | Colonel was literally fighting for his, and his
            | niece's, life.
            |   "Think it over carefully, Colonel," Richard's
            | voice was the coldest I had ever heard.
            |   There was no reply from Campbell.
            |   "And Snake has no need to know about any
            | of this; we need his full cooperation at this
    Page 178| point. Just tell him that Naomi was a terrorist
            | spy and was apprehended while sending them
            | a coded transmission."
            |   "Do you expect me to betray a friend, keep
            | him in the dark?" Campbell objected
            | furiously.
            |   "A friend? Are you referring to Snake?"
            | Richard smiled coolly. "Do you really think he
            | considers you a friend anymore?"
            |   He had hit a sore spot; Campbell had no
    Page 179| answer. Richard moved in for the kill.
            |   "You've already lied to him too many
            | times."
            |   "Against my will, under your threats!"
            |   Campbell was roaring, but Richard barely
            | seemed to register his anger.
            |   "Certainly, but that's not an issue. You
            | were, after all, giving him false information
            | and relaying false orders to him of your own
            | accord. Then there's FOXDIE..."
    Page 180|   I could almost see Campbell grinding his
            | teeth in frustration and rage.
            |   "Do you still have the right to call yourself
            | his friend?"
            |   There was nothing Campbell could say.
            |   "You will cooperate with us. Understood?"
            |   "Understood..."
            |   The transmission ended. 
            |   "Who are the 'Patriots'?"
    Page 181|   Richard looked away towards another
            | direction at my query.
            |   "What are you talking about?"
            |   "Don't B.S. me."
            |   He turned towards me. His gaze was icy.
            |   "Nothing you need to know about. By the
            | way, not that I need to remind you, but don't
            | mention to Snake things that don't concern 
            | him."
            |   "And if I do...?" Richard's stony silence
    Page 182| answered my uncompleted question. I was too
            | far into this business, and suddenly seemed to
            | sense danger everywhere.
            |   "What do you intend to do with me once this
            | mission is over?"
            |   "Nothing."
            |   "Don't expect me to believe you."
            |   Richard allowed himself a brief, oddly said
            | smile.
            |   "I suppose I can't."
    Page 183|   In the meantime, Snake was inching towards
            | the launch code entry interface. At that point,
            | he received a call from Master Miller. 
            |   "Snake, we need to talk about Naomi
            | Hunter."
            |   "The Colonel's looking into that."
            |   "Turn the monitoring off."
            |   "All right, it's off. Mission control is out of
            | the loop. You want to tell me what this is 
            | about?"
    Page 184|   Snake believed that he had switched us off,
            | but I could still hear everything. Radio
            | malfunction? I guessed not. Someone had
            | made sure that nothing could get past mission
            | control, ever. I had a more than good idea
            | who that someone was.
            |   But Master Miller obviously did not.
            |   "Sorry about that. I didn't want Campbell to
            | overhear."
            |   "What is this about?" Snake repeated.
    Page 185|   "I have a contact at the Pentagon. He told
            | me that a new -- assassination tool had been
            | recently developed under DIA guidance."
            |   I looked over at Richard, but he pretended 
            | not to notice.
            |   "Assassination tool?" Snake was asking.
            |   "Snake, have you ever heard the term
            | FOXDIE?"
            |   I tensed. There was that word again. First
            | Richard, then Campbell, now Miller.
    Page 186|   "It seems to be a virus that can target
            | specific individuals. I don't know the details."
            | Miller continued.
            |   Richard remained expressionless next to
            | me.
            |   "So? What are you getting at?" Snake
            | raised his voice slightly, sounding annoyed by
            | Miller's roundabout methods.
            |   "They share common features."
            |   "What shares common features?"
    Page 187|   "The deaths. The ArmsTech president and
            | the DARPA chief -- or I guess I should say
            | Decoy Octopus. They both died of what looked
            | like a heart attack, right?"
            |   "Yeah?"
            |   "Well, it seems that a death by FOXDIE
            | virus looks like a case of heart attack."
            |   After a moment, Snake spoke up.
            |   "Are you saying that Naomi was the one
            | who set this up?"
    Page 188|   "Snake, think. Did Naomi give you any kind
            | of a shot?"
            |   "The nanomachines..." Snake murmured.
            |   Snake had in fact been injected with nano-
            | machines and anti-hypothermia compound
            | before the start of the mission. Was Miller
            | suggesting that there was a killing virus in the
            | mix as well?
            |   "One thing's for certain: she's in the best
            | position to perform this kind of sabotage. But
    Page 189| we still don't know her motive or objective..."
            |   "What about the Colonel...?" Snake asked
            | after a lengthy silence, his tone brooding and
            | full of doubts.
            |   "I don't know. And I don't think he's interro-
            | gated her yet either."
            |   "All right. I'll ask him."
            |   Once he was off the radio with Miller, Snake 
            | called up Campbell.
    Page 190|   "Colonel, any new developments with
            | Naomi?"
            |   "I've -- just had her taken into custody."
            |   "What?" Snake said incredulously.
            |   "She was sending a coded transmission to
            | an Alaskan location. I don't want to believe it
            | but -- she's definitely one of the terrorists."
            | Campbell sounded anguished.
            |   "Are you sure?"
            |   "There's very little doubt. She's being
    Page 191| interrogated right now."
            |   "What kind of interrogation?"
            |   "I don't want to resort to force, but we
            | don't even have thiopentothal on hand..."
            |   "Let me know if you learn anything."
            | Unaware of the machinations behind this
            | latest development, Snake ended the commu-
            | nication.
            |   I longed to tell him the truth, but knew that
            | Richard and his men would never allow that to
    Page 192| happen.
            |   Despite his growing doubts, Snake
            | continued to penetrate deeper into the 
            | hangar. He had almost reached the code 
            | interface when a call suddenly came in.
            |   "Snake, can you hear me? It's Naomi..."
            |   "Naomi!?" Snake exclaimed in surprise.
            | "What are you -- !"
            |   Richard tensed and leaned forward.
    Page 193|   "I managed to get to another transmitter.
            | The Colonel and the others haven't noticed
            | yet." Naomi whispered rapidly.
            |   "Naomi, is it true? What the Colonel says?"
            |   "...yes. But not everything I told you is a lie.
            | Some of it was the truth." Her voice was
            | sorrowful.
            |   "Who are you really?"
            |   "I don't know. I don't know what my parents
            | looked like even, or what they were called. I
    Page 194| bought the name I use, the whole identity,
            | with hard cash. Remember I told you why I 
            | was so fixated on genes? That was the truth."
            |   "Because you wanted to know who you
            | were. That's what you said."
            |   "Yes... I don't know what I am. My ethnic
            | background, age..."
            |   "Naomi -- "
            |   There was a pause before Naomi started
            | speaking again in a rush.
    Page 195|   "I was picked up in Northern Rhodesia, in
            | the 80's, I was an orphan."
            |   "Rhodesia? During all the guerrilla
            | warfare?"
            |   "Zimbabwe used to be a British colony, you
            | know. There was a sizable Indian population
            | there then. Maybe that's where I get the color
            | of my skin, but I'm not even sure of that."
            |   "Naomi, why dwell on the past? If you can
            | understand who you are now, isn't that all that
    Page 196| really matters?"
            |   "Understand what I am myself? No one
            | could ever understand me, least of all myself,"
            | Naomi's voice was suddenly defiant.
            |   "I was always searching for myself, alone.
            | Until I met my brother and Him."
            |   "Your brother?" Snake asked.
            |   "Yes. Frank Yeager."
            |   "What did you say?" Snake was taken
            | aback.
    Page 197|   "He was a child soldier too. He found me
            | almost dead of starvation on the bank of the
            | Zambezi and fed me from his own small ration
            | of food."
            |   Child soldiers. It is not rare for children to
            | participate in war as combatants in many of 
            | the most conflict-ravaged regions of the
            | world. This is especially true for those
            | developing nations where minors account for
            | the majority of the entire population. A harsh
    Page 198| regimen can and does turn innocent children
            | into the most brutal of soldiers. In many
            | cases, various drugs are used to numb the
            | natural fear response. The result is an
            | marks them out for posting to the frontlines of
            | the fiercest battles and to scouting duties in
            | the minefields.
            |   "Yes, the man you destroyed is my brother.
    Page 199| Frank Yeager, my only family." Naomi said
            | quietly.
            |   "That's impossible -- Gray Fox is your
            | brother? Snake could not hide his pertur-
            | bation.
            |   "We managed to survive hell together, all
            | because he protected me. He was everything
            | to me. He was the only witness to my
            | existence, and the only one who made me feel
            | like a real human being."
    Page 200|   "Gray Fox brought you to the States?"
            |   "No. We met -- Him in Mozambique."
            |   "Him?" Something seemed to click within
            | Snake. "You mean Big Boss?"
            |   "Yes. He led us here, finally made us free.
            | But Frank went with Big Boss, back to the 
            | wars. And when he came home to me, he
            | was -- " Naomi broke off. The silence spoke
            | of smoldering anger, of irreparable loss.
            |   "I promised myself that I would get you. You
    Page 201| broke my brother, you as good as killed him.
            | That's why I joined FOXHOUND. Because I
            | knew that I would run into you sooner or
            | later..."
            |   "Well, you've got your chance now." Snake
            | seemed to be taking all this in stride. He was
            | no doubt accustomed to being the target of
            | the enmity of others.
            |   "Yes -- I've waited two years, you know."
            |   "Just for a chance to kill me?"
    Page 202|   "Exactly. Two whole years, waiting for you
            | and no one else. Yearning for revenge. It's
            | almost like being in love."
            |   "You still hate me?"
            |   " -- I wouldn't say that." There was a trace
            | of hesitation in Naomi's voice. "There are
            | some things about you that I misunderstood."
            |   "Was it -- did you kill your predecessor?
            | That geneticist who was using Gray Fox for his
            | experiments?"
    Page 203|   "You mean Dr. Clark? No, it was Frank that
            | killed him. I covered up the whole thing, kept
            | my brother safe."
            |   A uneasy silence fell.
            |   "Is the Ninja -- Gray Fox -- here to kill
            | me?"
            |   "I don't think so. Frank is here to fight you,
            | nothing more. I couldn't make sense of it at
            | first, but I think I know now. A kind of a duel.
            | He lives only for that, I think."
    Page 204|   "Fox..." Snake murmured, as though
            | remembering the man who had once been his
            | comrade.
            |   "Tell me something, Naomi," he said a short 
            | while later. 
            |   "It's about FOXDIE, isn't it?" she said in a
            | low, pained voice. It's a retrovirus. Kills only
            | the designated person by first infecting the
            | macrophage. FOXDIE is engineered with an
            | oxygen chain that responds only to a specific
    Page 205| DNA pattern."
            |   "The oxygen is what recognizes the target
            | DNA sequence?"
            |   "Once the recognition oxygen responds,
            | FOXDIE repurposes the macrophage's cellular
            | structure to create TNF-alpha," Naomi had
            | regained her old calm as she fielded Snake's
            | question.
            |   "What does that mean?"
            |   "It's a type of cytosine -- a peptide that
    Page 206| triggers cell death. The TNF-alpha travels
            | through the blood stream to the heart, where
            | it binds to the receptors of cardiac cells."
            |   "And that causes a heart attack?"
            |   "The affected cells undergo rapid apotosis.
            | And then the owner of that heart - dies."
            |   "Apotosis -- I remember that. Programmed
            | cell death for damaged cells," Snake
            | murmured. The tense silence descended once
            | again.
    Page 207|   "Naomi -- "
            |   "Yes?"
            |   "I know you programmed me to die."
            |   "Naomi remained silent.
            |   "Do I have any time left?" Still no answer.
            |   "Naomi, you have every right to take my
            | life. But I can't die just yet. I still have work to
            | finish."
            |   "You have to listen -- I'm not the one who
            | decided on the use of FOXDIE," Naomi burst
    Page 208| out.
            |   "Not -- you?"
            |   "It was a part of the mission plan to infect
            | you with FOXDIE. I wanted to tell you that..."
            | Naomi broke off, then suddenly made up her
            | mind to continue. "I'm not being honest with
            | myself."
            |   "Naomi?"
            |   "What I really wanted to tell you was --
            | Snake -- I -- " Naomi was struggling for
    Page 209| words when suddenly, a male voice barked
            | behind her.
            |   "Freeze! Step away!"
            |   "No!" Naomi cried out sharply. She must
            | have been spotted by one of Richard's toughs.
            | I could hear the sound of a scuffle over the
            | radio.
            |   "Snake..." With that last gasp, Naomi faded
            | out of earshot.
            |   "Naomi!?" Snake called out but it was
    Page 210| Campbell that answered him.
            |   "Snake, I can't permit you to communicate
            | with Naomi."
            |   "What are you talking about!"
            |   "She's officially out of the mission!"
            |   "What did you do with her? How was
            | infecting me a part of the plan? Colonel, let
            | me talk to her!"
            |   "I can't do that, Snake. She's been
            | confined."
    Page 211|   "Colonel -- you sold me out, didn't you!" I
            | could hear the rage in Snake's voice.
            |   "Don't waste your energy thinking about
            | things you can't change," Campbell said, his
            | voice carefully guarded against any emotion.
            | "Stopping the Metal Gear is your first priority,
            | don't forget that."
            |   "I can't believe Naomi was Gray Fox's foster
            | sister..." Richard murmured bitterly.
    Page 212|   "Are you happy? You know who she is now
            | after all."
            |   "I wouldn't say that." Richard's expression
            | was complex.
            |   "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.
            |   "It was you, wasn't it?"
            |   "Yes..." I was taken aback by his ready
    Page 213| 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
    Page 214| 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.
            |   "You were seeing her."
            |   "She was using me." He corrected and gave
            | a hollow laugh. At that point, one of his men
    Page 215| came tearing over. After an urgent whisper,
            | Richard's face grew grim.
            |   "What happened?"
            |   "Master Miller wasn't Master Miller."
            | Richard was visibly shaken.
            |   "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
    Page 216| 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.
            |   "Launch code entered," An electronic voice
            | intoned. "All systems ready. Standby for
    Page 217| missile launch."
            |   Snake stared around him, aghast.
            |   "No! I just overrode the launch authori-
            | zation!" He cried. His questions were
            | answered by an unexpected source when a
            | radio call came in.
            |   "Thank you, Snake." It was Miller -- or
            | rather, an impostor who had taken the
            | murdered man's identity. "The launch prepa-
            | rations are now complete. Nothing can stop
    Page 218| Metal Gear now."
            |   "Master, what's going on!" 
            |   "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 from
            | the DARPA chief. Even Mantis' abilities
            | couldn't break through, and Ocelot managed
            | to kill Anderson off before we could try
    Page 219| 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."
            |   "Master, what are you saying?"
            |   "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."
    Page 220|   "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.
    Page 221|   "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 any-
            | more, ever again."
    Page 222|   "Have nothing on you? What do they have
            | on you now?"
            |   "The Pentagon's already accomplished what
            | it set out to do with you. It happened right
            | there in that torture chamber. You're the
            | only one who's in the dark. It's not fun, is it,
            | Snake?" He sneered.
            |   "Who are you!?"
            |   "I'll tell you -- if you manage to get to me."
            |   "Where are you?"
    Page 223|   "Very close, Snake. Very close."
            |   Campbell suddenly broke in.
            |   "Snake, that's not Miller!"
            |   "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."
    Page 224|   "Then who are you?"
            |   "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 activate by
            | the time Snake reached it. Liquid was about to
    Page 225| 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.
            |   "Why did you impersonate Miller?"
            |   "To manipulate you, of course." Liquid said
            | conversationally as though the two were
            | discussing the weather. "It worked too. You
    Page 226| did exactly what we needed you to do."
            |   Snake's indignity was compounded by
            | Liquid's next comment.
            |   "I'm sure your master at the Pentagon
            | agree."
            |   "Why do you keep mentioning them?"
            |   "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 --
    Page 227| 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
    Page 228| 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 she it seems
            | she wasn't quite as soft as they read her to
    Page 229| be."
            |   "What do you mean?"
            |   "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?"
    Page 230| Snake challenged.
            |   "Very good. It's disappointing that it 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
            | FOXDIE antidote to my list of demands to
            | Washington."
    Page 231|   "There's an antidote?" Snake asked in
            | surprise.
            |   "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 infected with the execution
            | virus according to their plan. Octopus and the
            | ArmsTech president died of it for certain. But
    Page 232| neither myself nor Ocelot -- not to mention
            | you -- have shown any signs of infection..."
            |   "You're saying there may be a flaw in
            | FOXDIE's targeting program."
            |   "Who knows. But as long as you're healthy,
            | I'm safe. We share the same genetic code
            | after all."
            |   "So we are -- "
            |   "Twins, yes. But not in the ordinary sense.
            | We're the flip sides of a counterfeit genetic
    Page 233| 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.
            |   "Everything that was undesirable, I got. Or
            | should I say that I was everything undesirable.
    Page 234| Left over -- from the creation process that
            | was designed to produce you. The only
            | reason I came into being was so that you
            | could be born."
            |   "How could I be the superior -- 
            | specimen?"
            |   "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,
    Page 235| and left Snake speechless.
            |   "But it was me that out father chose."
            | Liquid said slowly and purposefully.
            |   "Is that why you're obsessed with Big
            | Boss? Some kind of twisted love?"
            |   "Love? Hatred, my brother. He chose me
            | knowing that I was biologically inferior. Now
            | I'm about to pay him back for that crime!"
            |   Liquid laughed, mocking Snake's 
            | bewilderment.
    Page 236|   "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. 
    Page 237|   "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."
            |   Metal Gear, already in activation mode,
            | started to stir. A high-pitched noise, like the
            | whine of a turbo engine, began to sound as
            | Liquid's voice boomed out of the amplifier,
            |   "I'll give you an advance showing of what
    Page 238| the rest of the world will learn soon -- that
            | the 21st century will belong to a devil they
            | don't know!"
            |   Metal Gear struck at Snake like a living
            | thing. Its state-of-the-art composite armor
            | was virtually impregnable to all but high-yield
            | explosives like HEAT (High Explosive Anti-
            | Tank). But Dr. Emmerich had advised Snake to
            | take out the radome and knock the sensors
    Page 239| offline in a bid for survival.
            |   Snake struck again and again, but he was
            | fighting a difficult battle, given Metal Gear's
            | immense firepower and agility. Finally, one of
            | Metal Gear's huge feet lashed out towards
            | Snake in a crushing blow.
            |   "It's time to die, Snake!" Liquid called out.
            | The foot hit the floor with a deafening crash.
            |   Snake, however, had escaped. Someone had
            | pulled him out of the foot's path at the last
    Page 240| second.
            |   "Get out of here now!" The voice was a
            | familiar one.
            |   "Grey 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 that brief lull.
            |   "Why, Fox? Why are you helping me?"
    Page 241|   "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 reply was
    Page 242| discouraging.
            |   "No, I can't..."
            |   "Why not?"
            |   "I'm the one that killed her parents." Gray
            | Fox's stark 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
    Page 243| 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."
    Page 244|   Many former child soldiers are permanently
            | traumatized by their horrific war 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.
            |   "There you are!" Liquid called through
            | Metal Gear's speakers. A concentrated volley
            | of Vulcan cannon fire followed, the rounds
    Page 245| closing in on Snake and the Ninja.
            |   "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
    Page 246| 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
    Page 247| 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 and ears in lieu of sensors.
            |   The next thing we heard was an explosive
    Page 248| 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... didn't feel alive. So futile... for such a
            | long time. But finally it's over..."
    Page 249|   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.
            |   "FOX!!" Snake screamed. Liquid laughed.
            |   "He was a fool. It was over the moment he
            | begged for death." He ground Fox's battered
    Page 250| 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
            | it's 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,
    Page 251| 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. It's 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, caught in the blast, was bodily
            | thrown across the hangar and knocked
    Page 252| unconscious.
            |   Snake was still out cold, but his radio was
            | 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
    Page 253| murmur. 
            |   "Snake -- it's not over yet." It was Liquid's
            | voice.
            |   "Snake!" I yelled into the radio, but Snake
            | did not stir. "Isn't there anyway 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.
    Page 254|   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.
            |   "So -- " Liquid said. Snake was still out of
            | action.
    Page 255|   "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.
    Page 256|   "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
    Page 257| 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.
            |   "Still a light sleeper, huh?" Liquid said to
            | Snake conversationally.
            |   "Liquid -- you're alive?"
    Page 258|   "You won't get rid of me, not as long as
            | you're breathing."
            |   "Sorry your insurrection was a bust," Snake
            | commented.
            |   "Do you think that I'll give up my fight just
            | because we've lost Metal Gear?" Liquid had
            | lost none of his confidence.
            |   "Your fight? Snake shot back. "What's
            | your real objective here?"
            |   "To make sure that the age of warriors
    Page 259| comes again. Warriors like us, Snake."
            |   "That's Big Boss's pet delusion all over
            | again."
            |   "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. 
    Page 260|   "That's all changed. Hypocrisy and
            | fraudulent peace are replacing warfare. There
            | is a terrible emptiness that comes from losing
            | and 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.
            |   "The prototype nuclear warheads will
    Page 261| provide me with the leverage to acquire my
            | campaign funds. The funds will make more
            | global acts of terrorism possible. Violence
            | begets violence, and this complacent world
            | will erupt into confusion. Violence, mistrust
            | and conflict will compound each other and
            | create more hatred -- and our sphere of
            | usefulness, the ecosystem of war, will grow
            | larger and larger."
            |   "As long as human beings are around, there
    Page 262| will always be war, somewhere in the world."
            | Snake argued. "There's no need to create
            | more."
            |   "It's a question of balance," Liquid
            | responded in a flash. "The balance that our
            | father fought for..."
            |   "And that's the only reason you need to do 
            | this?"
            |   "It's more than enough for me. And for you
            | too."
    Page 263|   "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
    Page 264| 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!"
    Page 265|   "There's no reason for you to deny your own
            | killer instincts. That's what we were created
            | for, after all."
            |   "What we were -- created for?"
            |   It was all the encouragement Liquid needed
            | to reveal the details of a secret project known
            | as "Les Enfants Terribles."
            |   It was the 1970s. The U.S. had not yet
            | awoken from the nightmare of Vietnam War
    Page 266| when a plan was hatched by key figures in the
            | government to artificially create the ideal
            | soldier. The man selected to serve as the
            | genetic template for the project was the most
            | famous living mercenary of the time, Big Boss.
            |   Big Boss was, however, incapable of
            | reproducing, a result of past war injuries. As
            | a result, his body cells were harvested for a
            | cloning attempt. In addition to the existing
            | "analogue" cloning protocol, the program
    Page 267| incorporated the so-called "super-baby"
            | technique.
            |   The super-baby technique involves carefully
            | dividing the fertilized egg who's nucleus had
            | been switched with that of the donor cell. The
            | result is usually eight zygotes which are then
            | implanted in a surrogate's uterus. Six of the
            | embryos are strategically aborted over a
            | period of time in order to boost the growth of
            | the remaining two.
    Page 268|   "We started out as octuplets." Liquid
            | relfected.
            |   "Octuplets..." Snake was clearly taken
            | aback.
            |   "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
    Page 269| 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 purpose-
            | fully 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
    Page 270| 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
    Page 271| 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."
            |   "The genome soldiers -- !"
            |   "Incomplete creatures, certainly, forcibly
    Page 272| grafted with a piece of Big Boss' genetic
            | sequence. But still family. They share in the
            | family dysfunction too - their lives also cost
            | someone dearly."
            |   "How so?"
            |   "Human experiments." Liquid hissed angrily.
            |   According to Liquid, the military had
            | secretly started "treating" its men with the
            | soldier gene when the 1991 Gulf War broke
            | out. The unexplained "Gulf War Syndrome"
    Page 273| among the returning personnel was apparently
            | one of the gene therapy's unfortunate side 
            | effects.
            |   "That means that those Gulf War Babies born
            | to vest are -- ?" Snake asked, stunned.
            |   "Exactly. Our earliest siblings."
            |   "And the next-generation special forces
            | were the finished product?"
            |   "Finished?" Liquid sneered. "Hardly.
            | They're defective. We all are. On a path to
    Page 274| extinction, if you will!"
            |   "What did you say?"
            |   "You ever heard of the law of biological
            | asymmetry? There's a natural tendency
            | towards left-right asymmetry. On the other
            | hand, species that ran out of genetic diversity
            | and are on path to extinction start showing
            | complete symmetry. That's what's happening
            | to the genome soldiers. And to us."
            |   Snake stared at Liquid in bleak shock.
    Page 275|   "Every one of us is dying on a genetic level.
            | The question is when the decline will start.
            | That's why I need out father's body, to get
            | some answers."
            |   "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?"
    Page 276|   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,
    Page 277| 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.
    Page 278|   "Look behind you!"
            |   "Meryl!?" Snake exclaimed. Meryl was
            | apparently lying behind Snake. I guessed that 
            | she had been brought there before Liquid had
            | carried Snake onto the roof.
            |   "Is she alive?"
            |   "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.
    Page 279|   "Meryl..."
            |   "She's a fool to fall for a man who doesn't
            | even have a name."
            |   "I do 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!"
            |   "Liquid, let Meryl go!"
            |   "After we settle things between us. We're
    Page 280| just about out of time."
            |   "Are you talking about FOXDIE?"
            |   "No, then 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 Bondar report at this point.
            | Ask your shadow Campbell if you want. He
            | likes to listen, doesn't he?"
            |   Snake raised Campbell on the radio.
    Page 281|   "Colonel, can you hear me?"
            |   "I'm here."
            |   "What's the Pentagon up to? You'd better
            | tell me, Colonel."
            |   "The Defense Secretary's personally taken
            | control of the mission. He's on a AWAC 
            | heading your way."
            |   "For what?"
            |   "An air strike." Campbell replied bitterly.
            |   "WHAT?"
    Page 282|   "That's not even the bad news. A bomber
            | just took from the Galena AFB. It's carrying
            | the B61-13 surface-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
            | FOXDIE's effectiveness. Your taking out
            | Metal Gear means that the threat of nuclear
    Page 283| 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.
            |   "Don't worry, Snake. I'll halt the air strike."
            |   "What?"
            |   "It may be a technicality, but I'm still the
    Page 284| field controller for the mission. If I call in an
            | order to halt the strike, it should wreak
            | enough havoc with 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
            | exchange, were still talking.
    Page 285|   "Colonel, you know what would happen to
            | you... ?"
            |   "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 a hostage to ensure my
            | cooperation."
            |   "What a -- " Snake broke off in disgust.
    Page 286|   "Now, go Snake."
            |   "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 -- and 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!?"
    Page 287|   Campbell gasped. It seemed that Richard's
            | men were trying to restrain him. The only
            | thing we could hear over the radio were gun-
            | shots 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!!"
            |   "Mei Ling, what happened to the Colonel!"
    Page 288|   "I don't believe this -- !"
            |   "Tell me what's going on!"
            |   "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."
            |   "Let me talk to Colonel Campbell!"
    Page 289|   "He's been arrested for compromising
            | national security. He'll be charged with
            | treason."
            |   "That's insane!"
            |   "No, it was Roy Campbell who was insane
            | if he truly believed that he had any real say in
            | this mission."
            |   "You -- !" Snake was seething, but
            | Houseman went on nonchalantly.
            |   "The nuclear strike will go forward as
    Page 290| planned. The sea will take care of what little
            | there is left. It's what the President wants."
            |   "So this an executive order?"
            |   "The Presidency 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
    Page 291| 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.
            |   "He was my closest friend."
    Page 292|   "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."
    Page 293|   "I don't have it..."
            |   "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."
    Page 294| The transmission ended.
            |   "So there's no way out for either of us," O
            | heard Liquid laugh as he approached Snake.
            | "We'll settle the score before the cavalry
            | arrives."
            |   Snake rose to his feet.
            |   "You've taken everything from me," Liquid 
            | said. "And I will reclaim it all -- including my
            | rightful biological heritage -- right here."
    Page 295|   The two Snake's closed in on one another.
            | The final battle was about to begin.
            |   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
    Page 296| of Defense Jim Houseman.
            |   "An air strike was an unwise decision."
            | Richard sounded displeased. "With a nuclear-
            | armed Stealth bomber airborn, 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."
            |   "There will be no results. I've already
    Page 297| aborted the air strike."
            |   "How -- dare you...!" Houseman started to
            | roar, then suddenly petered out. He no doubt
            | had remembered the powers-that-be that
            | stood behind Richard.
            |   "What do you intend to do then?" He asked
            | with barely suppressed rage.
            |   "There is another viable way to salvage the
            | situation."
            |   " -- Make me take the fall? I don't think
    Page 298| so!" Houseman's voice shook with fury.
            | Richard sighed exaggertedly.
            |   "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!"
    Page 299|   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
    Page 300| 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. 
    Page 301|   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
            | movie; I walked up to my computer.
    Page 302|   "This machine has been recording every-
            | thing that went on in this study and relaying it
            | out to a remote location. Once there, the data
            | was immediately back 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
    Page 303| members who specialize in plutonium
            | smuggling. The recordings were my standard
            | insurance policy.
            |   "I've already sent a message to the collo-
            | cation administrator. He'll give the disc to my
            | media contact if he can't get in touch with me
            | by a certain time." That had been the mail I'd
            | secretly sent from my PDA earlier.
            |   "If anything happens to me, the contents of
            | the disc will be all over the world."
    Page 304|   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.
    Page 305|   "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...?"
            |   "You shouldn't underestimate me," Richard
            | said as he ejected and pocketed the disc.
            | "Everything in this house has been vetted
            | and monitored since the operation started.
    Page 306| Nothing got in or out without my knowing
            | about it -- including electronic signals. That
            | e-mail you sent from the bathroom never got
            | to its destination."
            |   He'd seen right through me. With that
            | realization, I felt strength leaving my body.
            | The game was up.
            |   "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
    Page 307| believed yet another conspiracy theory, least
            | of all the press."
            |   "Your -- people would have made sure of
            | that, I'm sure."
            |   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
    Page 308| 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.
            |   The he pulled his hand out from under his
            | jacket, and I instinctively shut my eyes.
    Page 309|   But even after what felt like an eternity, the
            | muffled shot and the pain I was expecting did
            | not come. I warily opened my eyes, and saw
            | what was in his hand. It was not a gun, but a
            | disc.
            |   "Everything you ever wanted to know about
            | FOXDIE." Richard walked up to me and placed
            | the disc in my hand.
            |   "As I said, a recording of what took place in
            | this room won't guarantee your safety. There's
    Page 310| no solid proof, just talk. It can easily be
            | denounced as a fabrication and covered up."
            |   "But the FOXDIE data is a different story,"
            | he continued. "This disc contains everything
            | about that project, from its origins to the
            | names of every individual involved. As long as
            | you have this as an insurance, they won't be
            | able to touch you."
            |   "Why, Richard?"
            |   He did not answer my question.
    Page 311|   "You'd better get out of here quickly. Your
            | car's just out back."
            |   "What about you?"
            |   "That's not something you need to worry
            | about."
            |   "But -- "
            |   "You don't need me, Nastasha. And I have
            | things to take care of."
            |   "Why are you doing this?" I asked again.
            |   "You'll figure it out someday. Do what you
    Page 312| 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 me away.
            |   "Now go. Hurry." There was gravity in his
            | voice that allowed only one response. I
            | nodded, and sped out of the room.
            |   That was the last I ever saw of Richard
    Page 313| Ames. 
            |   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
    Page 314| the incident. The roster of the dead included
            | Liquid Snake, Psycho Mantis, Sniper Wolf,
            | Decoy Octopus and Vulcan Raven. Revolver
            | Ocelot's body was never recovered, but his
            | personnel file was closed with 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
    Page 315| 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,
    Page 316| 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
    Page 317| 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
    Page 318| 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 FOX-
            | DIE program data covers Naomi's careful
    Page 319| 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.
    Page 320|   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.
    Page 321|   Snake and Meryl appear to have success-
            | fully made it off Shadow Moses Island. I could
            | however find no traces 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. Official were closed-
    Page 322| 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 know of only one
            | person who could have breached the base's
            | tight security and successfully led someone to
            | freedom.
            |   And then there was the matter of Richard
            | Ames. 
            |   I called in a favor and had an inquiry made
    Page 323| to the DIA about one Major Richard Ames. The
            | Agency's response was that there was "no
            | DIA personnel fitting that name and des-
            | cription." 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, and objective
    Page 324| bystander. The powerlessness I felt watching
            | Snake's solitary war 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 that 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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