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                         That was quite a show, wasn't it?
          ---    Metal Gear Solid 2 : Sons of Liberty  -  Game Script   ---
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                        Written by : El Greco
                           Created : April 18, 2004
                           Version : 2.50
                           Updated : January 19, 2005
                        Copyright 2004-2005 Don Fleming
    This is currently [Version 2.50] of El Greco's Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of
    Liberty Game script.
      *  This script covers the entirety of the main story of Konami's smash-hit
         Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty as well as transcripts of the
         Previous Story section of the game.  I am confident that all the
         dialogue is correct as well as punctuation and so on; if there are any
         mistakes found then it would be appreciated if you would take the time to
         report them to me.  All that aside, on to the story!
                                 Contact: REMOVED
    ---  WHAT'S NEW?  (Version History)  ----
    Version 2.50 | January 19, 2005 | 583 kb
    I added in some odds and ends here and there in the appendices and in the
    previous story sections.
    Version 2.00 | October 29, 2004 | 539 kb
    I added in the Miscellaneous Transmissions.  This will most likely be the very
    last update of this script unless some kind of glaring error is pointed out.
    Version 1.50 | August 21, 2004 | 485 kb
    I added in the Backstory section.
    Version 1.00 | August 10, 2004 | 473 kb
    This is the first version of the guide.  The entire game script is completed.
    If there will be any more updates I cannot say what they will be, maybe missed
    lines of dialogue and whatnot.  As of this moment I am thinking of this as the
    first and final version.
    |_________________________________TABLE OF__________________________________|
           01)  Metal Gear - The Outer Heaven Uprising
           02)  Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake - The Zanzibar Land Disturbance
           03)  Metal Gear Solid - The Shadow Moses Incident
           04)  Metal Gear Solid 2 - Plot Summary
      Tanker Chapter Script
           01)  Infiltration
           02)  Hairy armpits and bad Russian accents
           03)  Possessed arms and weird twists
      Plant Chapter Script
           01)  Big Shell
           02)  The twirly guy with the knives
           03)  Why do I have to do this crap?
           04)  Laugh and Grow Fat
           05)  Is that really Solid Snake?
           06)  Don't touch me there!
           07)  This guy is a pain in the arse
           08)  Rescuing the fair maiden
           09)  Bare nak3d infiltration
           10)  Even my patience has its limits
           11)  What the hell?
      Miscellaneous Transmissions
           01)  The Terrorists and Dead Cell
           02)  Otacon's Equipment Descriptions
           03)  Otacon's Proverbs
           04)  Pliskin's Equipment Descriptions
           05)  Emma's Arguments
           06)  Whacked Out Colonel
           07)  Scott Dolph's Speech
      Previous Story Transcript
           01)  The New York Mirror
           02)  The Shocking Conspiracy Behind Shadow Moses
           03)  In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth
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                  01)  Metal Gear - The Outer Heaven Uprising
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    The year is 1995. Deep in South Africa, 200km north of Garzburg, Outer Heaven-
    an armed fortress nation, established by the legendary mercenary. He was
    feared in combat by both his friends and foes as a hero and a lunatic. The
    "Western" nations have found that a weapon of mas destruction capable of
    rewritting war history is under development at Outer Heaven. They have called
    upon the high-tech special forces unit FOX-HOUND to take care of the
    situation.  In response to this order, Big Boss, the commander-in-chief of
    FOX-HOUND, sent Gray Fox, the man with the code name "Fox" which is given to
    the best member of the unit "Operation intrude N313"
    After a few days, his last message being "Metal Gear..." Gray Fox was missing
    in action. Taking the situation seriously, the top men of the "West" again
    called for FOX-HOUND. Big Boss selected Solid Snake, who had recently joined
    FOX-HOUND, as the agent and entrusted everything to him.
    Successfully making a solo infiltration to Outer Heaven, Snake got in touch
    with local resistance members Schneider, Diane and Jennifer. With their
    co-operation, Snake suceeded in rescueing Gray Fox. Gray Fox laid out the
    terrifying facts about "Metal Gear" Metal Gear was the development name of a
    nuclear warhead-equiped two-legged walking tank. It can walk through over the
    toughtest terrains 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 l and surface...
    With Metal Gear, Outer Heaven was trying to establish its military superiority
    over the entire world. In order to destroy Metal Gear, Snake rescued Metal
    Gear's chief engineer Dr. Pettrovich and his daughter, Elen, who was taken
    hostage to force her father to continue with his development. Snake hears from
    Dr. Pettrovich how to destroy Metal Gear.
    However, as Snake approached the heart of Outer Heaven and Metal Gear, well
    designed traps are set all around Snake- as if his actions are being leaked
    to the enemy...
    In the midst of the escalating battle, the leader of the resistance,
    Schneider, fell into the hands of the enemy, and Snake himself was injured
    through the deadly battles with Outer Heaven's best mercenaries. But Snakes
    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, Snake ultimately succeeded in destroying Metal Gear.
    Snake tried to escape from Outer Heaven upon completing the mission. However,
    during the escape he was comfronted by one man- FOX-HOUND's commander-in-chief
    Big Boss. Big Boss laughed at the astounded Snake and told him the truth
    behind his mission. While serving as commander-in-chief of FOX-HOUND Big Boss
    also ran a mercenary dispatch company utilizing his connections and capitals
    from his own years as a merc. He was planning on to build this company a
    larger military establishment, and he built Outer Heaven as its base. His
    purpose for sending the rookie Snake was to cause information confusion
    amongst the west. However, Big Boss miscalculated. He never thought Solid
    Snake would make it this far...
    Having lost Metal Gear, Big Boss activated the self-destruct system of the
    underground base. While the countdown to destruction continued, his screamed
    echoed in the emptiness
    	           "YOU HAVE GONE TO FAR. TOO FAR!!!"
    On the 100th floor basement, the battle between the 2 men commenced- free of
    idealogy and politics. The armed fortress nation Outer Heaven collapsed. The
    impenetrabe fortress made from the best military technology and occupied by
    the toughest mercenaries burned in flames. Behind him, the flames reached
    skyward, as Outer Heaven fell leaving Solid Snake all alone...
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          02)  Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake - The Zanzibar Land Disturbance
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    1999, the world was facing an energy crisis. It was obvious that the petroleum
    would run out faster than what was expected. However, the development of an
    alternative energy resource is far from completion. The price of petroleum has
    skyrocketed and the world economy in confusion. The 21st century was expected
    to be one of chaos. One mans invention changed the entire situation. A Czech
    genius and biologist, Dr. Kio Marv, invented OILIX, a microorganism that
    refines petroleum to product a highly purified form of petroleum. The world
    was filled with hope upon the discovery of this messiah to solve the energy
    crisis, but at the same time the world entered a time of tension regarding
    this new algae.
    Just when the whole worlds attention was drawn to OILIX and Dr. Marv, he was
    abducted by someone and disapeared. Nations begun investigations immediatly
    anda name soon appeared...'Zanzibar Land'...
    Zanzibar Land was a democraticmilitary regime that suddently appeared in
    central Asia in 1997. When their uprising took place, the CIS Army, formed
    around Russia, sent in a suppressive unit immediatly. Zanzibar Land resisted
    by gathering a band of Mercenaries from nations around the world and
    fortifying most of its land. 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 'Mercenaries 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.
    According to the latest information, Zanzibar suppoedly was armed
    with Nuclear Weapons. The whole scenario was crystal clear. By obtaining OILIX
    in addition to nuclear weapons, Zanzibar Land was trying to establishits
    economoic and military superiority over the entire world. Concerned about the
    situation, the United States of America 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 Dr. Marv and OILIX.
    Successfully infiltrating Zanzibar Land and with help from CIA
    angent Horry and others, Snake was able to go deep into the fortress and meet
    again with Dr. Pettrovich, the chief engineer of Metal Gear from Outer Heaven.
    He too was abducted to Zanzibar Land and forced to develop another Metal Gear.
    He told to surprised Snake 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 co-operation with Natasha, Dr. Marv's guard
    and former Czech International Secret Police agent, and then headed for the
    confinement facility deep in the fortress to save Dr. Marv. When Pettrovich
    and Natasha crossed the narrow suspension bridge over the deep valley, a
    missile blew the bridge away. Natasha flew into the air because of the
    explosion. While unable to do anything to save Natasha, Snake started hearing
    a well-known voice "Hey Snake, we're good buddies. I can let you go. Just
    leave this place at once!" Gray Fox. Snake saw Gray Fox controlling Metal
    Gear. The best soldier in FOX-HOUND who, after the fall of Outer Heaven,
    disappeared as if he followed BigBoss. Losing Natasha infront of his eyes and
    letting Pettrovich get taken away, Snake screamed "Fox! I will not give up!"
    After a series of deadly battles with mercenaries, Snake finally made it to
    Dr. Marv's confinement facility. However, he arrived to 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 withstand the repeated tortures
    because of heart problems. Snake then recieved an emergency call from Horry.
    The information she supplied was very shocking. Pettrovich had been
    voluntarily visiting Zanzibar Land to develop Metal Gear. The abduction of Dr.
    Marv was conducted under the the directions of Pettrovich himself. After the
    truth came out, Pettrovich attacked Snake, but Snake easily put an end to him
    and obtained the structual plan of OILIX.
    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 did not submit
    and challened Snake to the final battle. In the midst of a minefield, Snake
    and Fox fought without any weapons. A fist-to-fist duel involving no hatred or
    murderous intent. During that moment of purity the 2 were bound by forces
    transcending words and emotions. Snake won the tough but pure battle against
    Gray Fox. However, there was still someone else. Snake had to fight Big Boss.
    Just like 4 years ago at Outer Heaven Big Boss was waiting for Snake.   "One
    who has experienced the tension of battle can never leave the battlefield.
    I'm 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 to fight.
    To free myself from you, to shatter the nightmare...Big Boss, I will kill
    With the structual plan of Oilix, Snake and Horry escaped from Zanzibar Land
    on a rescue helicopter. Snake once again saved the world.  However, there was
    no smile on his face. Big Boss's last words kept ringing in his head "Whoever
    wins, out battle does not end. There loser is freed from the battlefield, the
    winner must remain there and the survivor must live his life as the warrior
    until he dies" Snake then disappeared into the whitelands of Alaska...alone...
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          03)  Metal Gear Solid - The Shadow Moses Incident
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      *  Courtesy of Grant Gordon (futuresuperstar)
          - Author of "Metal Gear Sold: Dawn of the Concealed"
    Several years had passed since the legendary Solid Snake had killed
    Big Boss, the greatest soldier in the world, at Zanzibar Land.  On
    Snake's last mission, he had infiltrated an enemy fortress and put
    down a threat posed by Big Boss and his band of rogue soldiers.  Snake
    also destroyed Metal Gear, a walking bipedal tank, which eliminated
    the threat that Big Boss proposed.  Following his successful mission
    and eerie new innovation that Big Boss was potentially his own father,
    Snake retired to Alaska.
    Several years later in 2005, while asleep at his home, Snake heard a
    noise coming from outside his cabin.  Snake quietly made his way to
    the window and looked outside.  In the darkness, he could see several
    heavily armed soldiers advancing on his cabin.  Snake got his gun from
    a cupboard and was prepared to take out the intruders.  However, the
    soldiers had Snake surrounded and forced him to surrender.  He was
    then taken away by the soldiers to an Ohio Class Submarine, the USS
    Discovery.  Snake was at that time strip searched and confined in a
    small room.
    After several minutes of waiting in the cold room, the door finally
    opened and in walked a man from his past, Roy Campbell.  Campbell
    informed Snake of the situation they were in. FOXHOUND, Snake's former
    unit, along with members of the Next Generation Special Forces unit,
    had seized control of a nuclear disposal facility on Shadow Moses
    Island.  They had taken hostages and demanded the remains of Big Boss,
    or else they would launch a nuclear weapon.  Snake was reluctant to go
    back into battle, but after much persuasion, as well as Campbell
    showing him the leader of FOXHOUND, a man known as Liquid Snake who
    had the same codename as Solid Snake, he agreed to take the mission.
    Snake infiltrated Shadow Moses Island and began his mission.  Soon
    after the start of the operation, Snake discovered that a new model of
    Metal Gear was secretly in development on the base.  Also, something
    was apparently amidst.  Snake attempted to rescue the high profile
    hostages on the island, ArmsTech President, Kenneth Baker, and DARPA
    Chief, Donald Anderson.  However, both times the men died from an
    apparent heart attack.  Snake then located Metal Gear's chief
    engineer, Hal Emmerich.  However, Emmerich was being attacked by a
    cyborg ninja, who Snake had seen in an earlier battle. Snake and the
    Ninja commenced in battle in the labs with Snake managing to defeat
    the fearsome opponent.  During the battle, the ninja seemed as if he
    knew Snake from somewhere.  After the battle, the Ninja gave a large
    hint as to who he was before running off. Shocked, Snake informed
    Campbell that the Ninja was none other than Grey Fox, an old war buddy
    of Snake's, and Dr. Naomi Hunter, assistant to Snake's mission,
    commented that Dr. Clark, her predecessor, might have had something to
    do with it.  However, Fox had died back in Zanzibar, Snake's previous
    mission, and Clark had died in a lab incident years before.  Campbell
    said that it was impossible for the ninja to be Grey Fox, but Snake
    was convinced.  He then returned to the mission and located Emmerich,
    who told Snake a bit about Metal Gear and its location in an
    Underground Base several miles to the north.  Snake also met Roy
    Campbell's niece, Meryl Silverburgh, who was stationed at the facility
    before its takeover.  At this point, Snake began to fall for Meryl,
    and Meryl felt the same way about Snake.  Meryl gave Snake a PAL card
    which could stop Metal Gear's launch by overriding the detonation code
    sequence, but there was only one card when three cards were needed.
    Meryl and Snake traveled toward Metal Gear's location, but were
    separated when Meryl was injured by gunfire from FOXHOUND's sniper,
    Sniper Wolf.  Meryl was captured and soon Snake himself was captured
    and confined as well.
    Snake was then submitted to grueling torture from Liquid's right-hand
    man, Revolver Ocelot.  Ocelot told Snake if he submitted to the
    torture, then Meryl would be killed.  Snake suffered through the
    severe torture and eventually escaped with help from Otacon (Hal
    Emmerich's alternative name).  Snake continued on his mission and
    eventually made his way to Metal Gear's underground base.  However,
    during his time there were several disturbing twists that took place.
    Master McDonnell Miller, a previous mission analyst for Snake at
    Zanzibar who was also assigned to this mission, informed Snake that
    Naomi Hunter, another member of Snake's support who was in charge of
    monitoring Snake's vital signs, was actually a traitor, possibly
    working for the enemy.  Miller dug around some more and found of a new
    assassination weapon, which Snake may have been injected with.  The
    weapon targets only specific victims and kills them in a manner, which
    simulates a heart attack.  This weapon, called FoxDie, was uncovered
    as the reason for the ArmsTech President and the DARPA chief's deaths.
    Colonel Campbell found out about this and placed Naomi under arrest
    after finding she was sending coded transmissions to the base.
    Later on, Naomi managed to get away from Campbell and the others and
    contacted Snake.  Naomi told Snake that she was actually Frank
    Jaeger's (Grey Fox) adopted sister.  Snake was shocked at discovering
    this.  She then confirmed that she had injected Snake with the FoxDie
    virus, but it was not her decision, it was part of the mission.  Naomi
    was then placed back under arrest before she could explain more.
    Snake demanded to know what was going on but Campbell was
    unresponsive.  Snake then continued to Metal Gear's chamber.  There he
    found the secret to deactivating Metal Gear.  Apparently the PAL card
    he had acted as all three keys and Snake needed to warm and cool the
    keys in order to change them into the desired key.  Snake did so and
    activated all three keys.  However, instead of deactivating Metal
    Gear, the walking battle tank was actually activated due to Snake's
    actions.  It seemed Snake had been set-up all along.  He then got a
    call from Miller.  He told Snake that he had been useful as a pawn and
    his purpose was now over.  He then revealed himself to be none other
    than ... Snake's brother, Liquid Snake.  Campbell informed Snake that
    Master Miller had been found dead in his home, and that Liquid had
    assumed his identity for the mission.  Apparently, the DARPA chief had
    died prior to Snake contacting him, and the man that Snake tried to
    free was actually a terrorist member in disguise who was further
    assuring Snake that the only way to disarm Metal Gear was to use the
    PAL keys, but he simply wanted Snake to input the keys to activate
    Metal Gear.  The keys acted as a reversible action.  If the code for
    the nuclear weapon had been inputted, the keys would disengage Metal
    Gear.  If the code had not been inputted, it would activate Metal
    Gear.  Liquid explained how Snake was used to activate Metal Gear for
    them, because the terrorists hadn't been able to figure out the launch
    code ... so they turned to using Snake.  It's also explained that
    FoxDie killed the terrorist, not the DARPA chief, which is why he died
    when Snake attempted to rescue him after telling him that he had to
    disengage Metal Gear.
    Snake rushed out of the control room after Liquid and confronted him
    in front of Metal Gear.  The two talked a bit about Liquid's
    intentions, and Snake learned that he was indeed a clone of Big Boss,
    his supposed father, and Liquid was the second clone.  Snake retained
    all of the recessive soldier genes while Liquid had received all of
    the dominant ones.  However, Liquid believed the reverse, thinking
    that he had been the recessive clone.  Before Snake could react,
    Liquid jumped into Metal Gear's cockpit and activated the monstrous
    weapon.  To his horror, Snake watched as Metal Gear sprung to life.
    Just as in the past, Snake battled Metal Gear.
    As Snake began to fall to the enormous death machine, Liquid attempted
    to crush him under Metal Gear's weight.  Just before he had the
    chance, Grey Fox reappeared and saved Snake at the last moment.  The
    two had one last conversation and for his last act as Snake's friend
    he destroyed the Radome, Metal Gear REX's (the codename for Metal
    Gear) radar.  Fox was soon after killed for a final time by Metal
    Gear.  Snake was consumed with rage for the death of his friend and
    finished off Metal Gear with a final missile into the vehicle's
    cockpit.  Metal Gear exploded in a brilliant light.  The force of the
    explosion sent Snake flying into a nearby wall, knocking him
    unconscious.  Before he went under, Snake heard what sounded like
    footsteps nearing him.
    When Snake came to, he found himself tied up on top of the wreckage of
    Metal Gear with Liquid Snake standing in wait in front of him.  Liquid
    and Snake chatted for a bit.  Liquid told him that they didn't have
    long before the end.  Snake asked if he meant FoxDie, but Liquid told
    him that he was referring to a missile attack which the Pentagon had
    issued.  Snake contacted the Colonel who confirmed Liquid's story.
    Campbell told Snake that he would help him out, to repay him for all
    the lies.  He said he would issue an order to stop the launch which
    would disrupt the chain of command and give him time to escape.  This
    plan would not unfold however, as Campbell was placed under arrest by
    the Secretary of Defense, Jim Houseman, who had orchestrated the Metal
    Gear project and was trying to cover up the incident.  Houseman said
    they had a lot of catching up to do and broke contact, but not after
    informing Snake that the entire purpose of the mission was for Snake
    to spread FoxDie to all of the terrorists to kill them.  Then Snake
    would die, and the government would steal Metal Gear instead of
    destroying it.  Metal Gear, having been destroyed, was of little use
    to the government now, so they decided to nuke the place to cover up
    any evidence of what really happened there.
    Liquid then showed Snake a little surprise of his.  Behind him, Meryl
    was laying unconscious.
    Next to her was a small nuclear bomb with a timer.  Liquid said she
    would be the sacrifice for their final battle. He then untied Snake
    and prepared for the fight.  Liquid activated the timer and so the
    battle begun. Snake and Liquid began a battle, filled with hate for
    each other and what they represented.  The battle ended with Liquid
    being knocked from the top of Metal Gear to his apparent death.  Snake
    then deactivated the nuke and untied Meryl who was thankfully still
    alive.  The two conversed a bit before Snake got a call from Otacon.
    He said he would stay behind and open a path for the two of them to
    escape. Snake thanked him, and he and Meryl descended from Metal Gear
    and started off to their escape.
    Meryl and Snake jumped into a nearby jeep and rushed toward the exit
    of the facility, gunning down any guards along the way.  However,
    their escape would not go unhindered, as Liquid Snake, who was somehow
    still alive, chased after the two.  The two rushed toward the exit and
    the chase ended with a crash just at the end of the tunnel.  Snake and
    Meryl were alright, however they were both trapped under the jeep.
    Though, the same was not true for Liquid, who stumbled forward, fueled
    only by his hate for Snake.  Liquid raised his gun and trained its
    sights on the two.  Before he could fire, Liquid was attacked by the
    FoxDie virus and collapsed to the ground dead.
    The two freed themselves from underneath the wreckage.  The Colonel
    contacted Snake and told him the bombing had been called off, as the
    Secretary of Defense was acting alone, and the entire incident was his
    doing.  He then informed him that that there was a snowmobile nearby
    which could take them to Fox Island where an evacuation chopper
    awaited.  Naomi then spoke with Snake, telling him that she didn't
    know when or if FoxDie would kill Snake.  He would later find out that
    Naomi had programmed the virus to strike at a random time.  Meryl and
    Snake then departed from Shadow Moses and disappeared into the Alaskan
    After the operation, Meryl and Snake most likely had a relationship.
    Snake was then contacted by Otacon, who survived the Shadow Moses
    incident.  Otacon told Snake of how Ocelot, the sole terrorist
    survivor, had sold Metal Gear's data on the black market and many
    countries would now develop their own versions of Metal Gear.  Otacon
    told Snake that he could make a difference and convinced him to join
    him in forming a new group, Philanthropy, an anti-Metal Gear
    organization officially recognized by the United Nations.  For the
    next two years or so, Otacon and Snake destroyed dozens of rogue Metal
    Gears, with nothing significant taking place.
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          04)  Metal Gear Solid 2 - Plot Summary
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      *  Courtesy of Grant Gordin (futuresuperstar)
          - Author of "Metal Gear Sold: Dawn of the Concealed"
      --  Tanker Chapter  --
    In 2007, Otacon got a tip from someone of a new, highly advanced Metal
    Gear that was being developed by the Marine Corp.  He and Snake
    planned a mission to infiltrate a tanker which was carrying the Metal
    Gear and take photos of it, and then leak the photos to the press and
    bring the black project to light.  However, all would not go according
    to plan.  After Snake made his way aboard the Tanker, the ship was
    taken over and hijacked by an unknown group of soldiers.  All of the
    crew in the upper decks was killed.  Snake took a photo of the
    apparent leader of the group, a Russian looking military man.  He
    asked Otacon to get an ID on who the man was.
    Snake made his way through the Tanker, dispatching any enemy soldiers
    who got in his way.  Snake then encountered a woman soldier on one of
    the front decks of the ship.  The two did battle with Snake managing
    to subdue the woman.  The woman's tomboyish appearance reminded him of
    Meryl.  After defeating the woman, Snake spotted a Cypher, a type of
    flying security camera device.  Otacon then contacted Snake and told
    him the ID of the man from before.  He was Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich,
    the leader of a private mercenary army.  Snake then proceeded into the
    holds and finally into the chamber of Metal Gear.  Along the way he
    avoided the legion of Marines who were watching the Marine Commandant
    in charge's speech.  Snake managed to get the desired shots of Metal
    Gear and sent them to Otacon.
    However, before Snake could make his escape, a man from his past
    appeared and confronted the Marine Commandant and his men. That man
    was Revolver Ocelot, the same terrorist from the Shadow Moses incident
    two years before.  Ocelot distracted the Commandant long enough for
    Colonel Gurlukovich to grab and take the Commandant hostage.
    Gurlukovich's men then arrived in the room and secured the area.
    Snake moved in for a closer look as he watched the drama unfold.
    Ocelot then betrayed his allies and shot Gurlukovich and several of
    his men before blowing a hole in the tanker and making his way toward
    Metal Gear's cockpit.  Snake rushed in to stop him.  Ocelot looked
    down at his old foe and felt an odd feeling.  He screamed in agony as
    his hand convulsed and throbbed.  Ocelot then spoke, but not in his
    own voice.  His voice was that of Liquid Snake.  Snake, confused as to
    what had happened, demanded to know what was going on.  Liquid told
    Snake that he lived on though Ocelot's arm.  Back in Shadow Moses,
    Ocelot had gotten his right hand cut off by Grey Fox, and after the
    incident, Ocelot had Liquid's arm grafted on.  Supposedly, Liquid's
    enhanced genetic makeup allowed him to take control of Ocelot's body
    at random times, and often when Snake was present.
    Their conversation was cut short as a gush of water slammed Snake into
    a wall and knocked him out for a moment.  Liquid/Ocelot then leapt
    into Metal Gear and activated the machine.  He made his way out of the
    Tanker.  Snake followed close behind and emerged on the surface of the
    wreckage of the Tanker.  He was then greeted by Metal Gear RAY, the
    codename for the new Metal Gear, which stood in front of him
    menacingly.  RAY then back flipped into the water behind him and sent
    a massive wave toward Snake.  Ocelot was satisfied that Snake was
    finished and retreated with his new toy.  However, that was not the
    end of Snake.  Otacon soon arrived in a small boat and rescued Snake
    from a watery grave.
    Once the two returned to land, they leaked Metal Gear RAY's existence
    to the press.  However, a more interesting story would overshadow
    their deed.  Snake and Otacon had been set-up as the fall men for a
    massive conspiracy.  The two were labeled as the worst ecological
    terrorists of all time for the sinking of a Tanker which caused a
    massive oil spill in the Hudson Bay area.  Their actions lead to the
    creation of an offshore oil decontamination facility, the Big Shell.
    For the next two years, Snake and Otacon kept a low profile after
    being marked as terrorists.
      --  Plant Chapter  --
    Otacon was leaked information about a new Metal Gear being developed
    at the Big Shell.  Snake set off for the facility and found it was
    captured and taken over by another terrorist organization.  Snake
    infiltrated the area and disguised himself as a Navy SEAL in order not
    to raise suspicion, as the navy was orchestrating a rescue operation
    at the time, anyway.  The terrorists had President Johnson hostage,
    and the Navy SEALS were on a rescue mission.  During his mission,
    Snake found a member of FOXHOUND, a man calling himself "Raiden" who
    was sent in by the organization.  Snake found that strange, seeing as
    FOXHOUND had been disbanded following Snake's destruction of the group
    back at Shadow Moses.  Snake did not fully trust the man and refrained
    from revealing his identity. He called himself "Iroquois Pliskin."
    Snake then aided the rookie on his mission, giving him advice about
    weapons, the enemy, and the facility.  Soon after their first meeting,
    Snake found Raiden once again confronting a middle-aged black man.
    Snake recognized the man to be the legendary bomb disposal expert,
    Peter Stillman.  Stillman informed the two of the situation.  Fatman,
    a member of Dead Cell, the terrorist group present at the Big Shell,
    had planted bombs throughout the facility.  Stillman gave the two a
    device that could stop the bombs.  Snake then set out to the Shell 2
    area of the facility to defuse the bombs there while Raiden stayed in
    the Shell 1 area.  Snake reported into Stillman each time he found a
    bomb.  Stillman thought that the bomb placement was completely wrong
    and asked Snake to take a look at the bottom of Shell 2.  Snake did so
    and found a huge amount of C4 explosives there.  Several events then
    happened and part of Shell 2 was destroyed. Snake was caught near the
    explosion and knocked out for a while.
    During these events, Raiden had managed to disarm all of the
    explosives throughout Shell 1 and was confronted by Dead Cell's
    leader, Fortune.  The two battled, and Raiden was powerless, as every
    bullet fired at Fortune was deflected before hitting her by a strange
    defensive force.  Vamp, another member of Dead Cell, came down to the
    two to confront Raiden.  Raiden fired another shot at Fortune, and it
    swerved around her force field and hit Vamp between the eyes.  Fortune
    was devastated and coddled the lifeless Vamp as Raiden fled the scene.
    Afterwards, however, following Fortune's tears of pain while holding
    Vamp, Vamp returned to life, claiming he had already died, and
    couldn't die twice.
    Raiden then killed Fatman, the man behind the bombs, and attempted to
    free the hostages at the core of the shell.  After speaking with Ames,
    a man under the President, Raiden fled the core, as Ocelot, who was
    discovered to be at the scene of the takeover, found him.  Raiden
    escaped with the aid of a mysterious ninja, one that looked much like
    Grey Fox from Shadow Moses, and ran toward Shell 2 to find the
    After Snake came to, he and Otacon discovered the location of the new
    Metal Gear.  The entire facility WAS the new Metal Gear, or rather a
    guise for the fortress.  Snake continued his mission while Raiden did
    the same with his.  Otacon and Snake managed to hijack a Kamov chopper
    which they planned to use to rescue the hostages which were taken
    during the takeover.  Before they had the chance, however, the
    terrorist leader, claiming to be Solid Snake, confronted Raiden on a
    bridge between Shell 1 and Shell 2.  Enraged by his claim of being
    Solid Snake, Snake opened fire on the man.  Snake managed to knock the
    man from the bridge, only to find that a Harrier 2 was lying in wait
    to ambush them.  Snake, knowing he couldn't take out the Harrier with
    a Kamov, tossed Raiden a Stinger Missile Launcher and some ammo and
    instructed him to take out the Harrier.  He then supported Raiden with
    cover fire as Raiden battled the jet.
    Raiden managed to defeat the Harrier and send it crashing below, only
    to have it scooped up by Metal Gear RAY, the same RAY from the tanker
    two years ago, piloted by a very alive Vamp.  RAY then fired on the
    facility, damaging the Kamov in the process.  Snake and Otacon were
    forced to land the helicopter.  After that, Snake revealed that he
    really was Solid Snake and Iroquois Pliskin was just a made up name.
    Snake then proceeded to explore the Big Shell in hopes of finding a
    way into Arsenal Gear, the name of the new Metal Gear.  While in Shell
    2, Snake was attacked and battled the same ninja that Raiden had been
    saved by earlier.  Snake discovered that the Ninja was actually Olga
    Gurlukovich, the woman whom Snake fought two years ago on the Tanker.
    Olga, having been Sergei Gurlukovich's daughter, believed that Snake
    was responsible for his death at the tanker.  Snake explained to Olga
    what really happened there, and of Ocelot's betrayal to her father and
    his men.  The two decided to work together for mutual benefit.
    Meanwhile, Raiden successfully found the President and snuck inside
    his chamber.  President Johnson told Raiden about the Patriots, a
    group that supposedly controlled America.  He claimed that every
    action ever done by him was actually an act or an order of the
    Patriots, and also explained how the Big Shell was just a disguise for
    Arsenal Gear.  Raiden, in shock, questioned him further.  Ocelot
    showed up, however, and killed the President, for reasons unknown to
    this day.
    Raiden then proceeded to finding Emma Emmerich, Otacon's long-lost
    half-sister.  She supposedly knew how to infect Arsenal with a virus
    to crumble its database, and perhaps retained other knowledge that
    would prove useful.  However, he was stopped by Vamp.  The two
    warriors battled with Vamp finally losing.  He had the ability to read
    muscles and see in extremely slow motion at will, but Raiden found a
    way to defeat him.  Vamp fell into a pool and drowned.
    Away from the scene, Snake was contacted by Raiden.  Raiden needed
    cover support for helping Emma get to Shell 1 to get to Arsenal's
    entrance via a long bridge along the water.  Snake went to the scene
    and helped Raiden defend Emma from patrolling guards and gun ciphers
    with sniper fire.  However, Emma was ambushed and seriously wounded by
    Vamp, who once again had supposedly come back to life.  Raiden once
    again played sniper and shot him several times, and Vamp fell into the
    ocean, finally dead.  Snake rushed to the girl's side and carried her
    back to the computer room where Otacon was waiting.  He tried to patch
    her up the best he could, however it seemed Vamp got some internal
    organs and he couldn't stop the bleeding.  Snake asked Raiden if he
    got the disc from Emma, which could infect Arsenal's database and stop
    it.  Raiden handed it over and Snake loaded the program into Arsenal's
    activation console.  All did not go according to plan (as usual) and
    an anti-virus agent stopped the virus before it could be completed.
    In the meantime, Otacon and Emma had a last conversation.  She soon
    Otacon broke down in grief at the loss of his sister.  Snake convinced
    Otacon to go on and save the hostages.  After Otacon left, Snake
    revealed a "friend" of his to Raiden: the ninja, who was actually
    Olga.  Snake told him that it was bedtime for Raiden and Olga knocked
    Raiden out with her High Frequency Blade.  Olga then took Raiden to
    her superiors, as she was pretending to work for Solidus and the
    terrorists, and Snake snuck aboard Arsenal along with her.
    Now aboard Arsenal Gear, Snake changed back into his sneaking suit.
    He thanked Olga and was about to continue on with his mission.  Before
    he went, Olga gave him her HF Blade and told him to give it to Raiden.
    A bit confused, Snake agreed to give it to him.  Snake then advanced
    into the bowels of Arsenal and waited for Raiden's arrival.  Snake
    found him in a long hallway, completely naked.  Snaked laughed at the
    sight and gave Raiden his equipment back.  He then handed over the HF
    Blade, as Olga had asked.  Snake gave Raiden a few tips on how to
    wield the sword.
    Before this, however, Raiden had escaped his confinement with the aid
    of Olga and sneaked through Arsenal.  The Colonel of his mission, who
    had been giving him orders all along, started to malfunction, as if it
    had been affected by a virus, and started to say random things.  Rose,
    Raiden's girlfriend, also started to malfunction, as if she was a
    machine.  Raiden didn't know what was going on, but met Snake in the
    After Raiden was done training, he and Snake advanced into the next
    room.  They were then attacked by an onslaught of Arsenal Tengu,
    guards of the place.  The two fought side by side and annihilated the
    legion of soldiers in the next two rooms.
    At this point, the real Rose contacted Raiden and told him that she
    had been spying on him for the Patriots their entire relationship.
    Raiden was disgusted and upset, but Rose told him that she was sorry
    and really did love him.  After Raiden didn't believe her, Rose told
    him she was pregnant, and then the transmission died.
    In the following room, after killing the enemy soldiers, Dead Cell's
    leader, Fortune, confronted Snake and Raiden.  Fortune claimed that
    Snake had killed her father, the Marine Commandant Scott Dolph, at the
    tanker.  Snake told her that it wasn't him, but she would hear nothing
    of it.  Snake then told Raiden to go on and he'd handle her.  Raiden
    did so.  Snake then began a hopeless battle and was defeated by
    Fortune and taken captive.
    Meanwhile, Raiden had been talking to Solidus Snake, the third clone
    of Big Boss.  He was a direct clone, not recessive or dominant.
    Solidus told Raiden of his plans and then had an onslaught of
    mass-produced Metal Gear RAYs attack him. Raiden finally gave in.
    Olga appeared and tried to save Raiden, telling Raiden that if he died
    or failed his mission, Olga's child, which the Patriots had hostage,
    would die.  Solidus killed her with a bullet to her head and tossed
    her aside.  As the RAYs began to attack Raiden again, the virus that
    Emma had given them started to take effect and the RAYs began to
    malfunction.  Solidus, infuriated, single-handedly destroyed the
    remaining three RAYs and cursed at the Patriots, knowing they had
    something to do with it.
    Snake found that Raiden too had been captured when he was taken above.
    He watched as the scene unfolded between Solidus, Fortune, and a
    returning Ocelot.  Ocelot revealed that he had been a Patriot's spy
    all along, and told of his betrayal to Solidus.  Solidus's plan had
    been to detonate a nuke over Manhattan, the dwelling place of the
    Patriots, to take out all electronics that were concealing the
    Patriots' identities, and then proceed to kill the Patriots to
    "liberate" the United States from unknown dictatorship.  Ocelot told
    him that the entire exercise at the Big Shell was scripted by the
    Patriots themselves, as was the sinking of the tanker two years ago.
    Solidus, infuriated, attacked Ocelot, only to find that Ocelot
    couldn't be harmed due to the Patriots' technology.  Fortune also was
    shot by Ocelot, and it was soon discovered her mystical abilities were
    nothing more than the same technology that Ocelot possessed.  Ocelot
    concluded with saying that all he had to do was recover Arsenal and
    clean up the refuse from the exercise, and he jumped into one of the
    RAY's cockpits and attempted to kill everyone.  Fortune, barely alive,
    managed to somehow find within her part of the mystical power that was
    taken away and deflected all of RAY's missiles.  After Ocelot then
    attempted to take them out with a cutting laser, Ocelot became
    possessed by Liquid Snake once again.  Liquid called out to his
    brothers and told them of his plans.  He claimed he knew where the
    Patriots were and that he was going to crush them, and he then
    prepared to leap off the side of Arsenal inside RAY.  Snake could not
    allow Liquid to get away and managed to muster enough strength to
    break his damaged handcuffs.  Liquid laughed at seeing Snake pursue
    the massive vehicle.  Metal Gear leapt off the side of Arsenal and
    Snake leapt in right behind it.  Snake was unable to keep up with the
    powerful RAY, but he did manage to plant a tracker on it.
    Raiden and Solidus were thrown onto Federal Hall, where the Colonel
    contacted Raiden.  He claimed that the S3 was still there.  The S3 was
    revealed to be a protocol of some sort that stood for "Selection for
    Societal Sanity."  Following was a horrid conversation between the S3
    and Raiden, where the S3 claimed it was humanity's only hope and that
    humans were crazy, evil, and self-killing animals.  It stated that it
    needed to have control of America to lead us into a good age instead
    of an age of lies and false veracities.  Raiden refused to believe it,
    but was plagued with words that he didn't know if they were real or
    not.  His entire mission was a lie, a script of the Patriots, and now
    the S3 was telling him that he was just a weapon ... a creation of the
    S3 with no purpose but what they made for him.  After the S3 told him
    to kill Solidus, Solidus informed Raiden that there was still a way
    for Solidus to succeed with his plan.  He stated that the Patriots'
    digital information was inside of Raiden, wired into his genetic
    makeup, and then continued preaching his wish of freedom from the
    Following this, Solidus told Raiden that he had killed Raiden's
    parents, and then told of Raiden's past.  According to Solidus, Raiden
    had been a child solder in the Liberian Civil War, and Solidus had
    adopted him as his own.  Raiden, disbelieving, commenced battle with
    him.  Raiden ended up winning, and Solidus fell off of Federal Hall to
    his doom.
    Snake then returned to shore and located Raiden who now stood alone in
    front of Federal Hall.  He convinced Raiden that he had done the right
    thing and went on about the future and such and how reality is only as
    real as we make it, and also about how he planted a tracker on RAY.
    He also informed him that the disc containing the FoxDie computer
    virus, the same disc Emma had, could also be used to locate the
    Patriots.  Snake then disappeared into the shadows as soon as he came.
    Raiden was left on the streets of Manhattan, and Rose approached him.
    Having known that the S3 was lying and digitally imitating Rose,
    Raiden forgave Rose about her affiliation with the Patriots, and they
    decided to live a new life ... together.
    Watching the two lovers behind a car was none other than ... Vamp.
    Soon after the mission, Otacon analyzed the disc's data.  He told
    Snake he found who the Patriots were and that one of the members was
    one of their biggest contributors.  He also informed that all twelve
    of them were dead, and had been for a solid 100 years.  Snake,
    shocked, uttered three words ... What the hell ...?
                                Tanker Chapter Script
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                               01)  Infiltration
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    [The screen is black.  Snake's voice comes in.]
    Snake      : The Hudson River, two years ago... We had classified intelligence
                 that a new type of Metal Gear was being transported. The whole
                 thing stank...but our noses had been out in the cold too long.
                            --  George Washington Bridge  --
    [Rain pours down over the historic bridge in New York that spans the width of
     the Hudson River.  Cars hurry through the rain.  The only person outside is
     an unknown man in a long, black raincoat.  He has his hands dug deep into his
     pockets as he puffs on a cigarette dangling from his lip.  In a moment he
     finishes his cigarette and casually tosses it into the traffic with a brief
     puff of smoke.]
    [Suddenly he breaks out into a jog and then a full sprint.  His raincoat flies
     away in the wind but the man is no longer visible except for a faint,
     transparent outline of his body.  Without warning he leaps off the bridge and
     plunges towards the river.  This man has no intentions of committing suicide
     however.  We can see a faint, but telltale, elastic-line that will break his
     momentum when he reaches his target, a large oil tanker cruising slowly
     beneath the bridge.]
    [The man's line snaps taut and he grunts, for a moment he becomes visible as
     his optic camouflage cuts out.  The man is Solid Snake.  The hero of Shadow
     Moses.  He falls a little bit further and when he is close enough he releases
     his line and falls to the deck of the ship.  He lands hard.  His optic
     camouflage fizzles out of operation with a dazzling display of electric
     currents.  Slowly Snake gets up and surveys the bridge he had leaped off of
     just a few seconds ago.]
    [Far in the distance a solitary helicopter hovers.  Inside is a man dressed in
     military fatigues.  He is holding a Colt Single-Action Pistol and he is
     looking though a pair of binoculars.  He speaks.]
    Ocelot     : Our boy is right on schedule. He'll know soon enough...
    [Snake slowly straightens himself upright and the title appears onscreen.]
                         METAL GEAR SOLID 2: SONS OF LIBERTY
    [Snake hears something and rushes to cover.  He kneels down, places his hand
     by his ear and calls someone on his Codec.  It is Hal Emmerich (Otacon), whom
     we know from the Shadow Moses Incident two years ago.]
    Snake      : This is Snake. Do you read me, Otacon?
    Otacon     : Loud and clear, Snake.
    Snake      : Kept you waiting, huh? I'm at the "sneak point."
    Otacon     : Everything’s going okay?
    Snake      : The stealth camo's busted. Landing impact.
    Otacon     : We must have overused it. Sorry, but you're going to have to deal
                 with it.  You're not in the military anymore.
    Snake      : Right. I didn't plan on relying on this gadget anyway.
    Otacon     : The private sector's not so bad, is it? Privacy guaranteed...
    Snake      : I'm happy as long as no one gives me any more unwanted gifts.
    Otacon     : You mean that thing with Naomi?
    Snake      : And I can't say I miss the chattering nanny.
    Otacon     : Mei Ling's not so bad. That reminds me, I have to get in touch
                 with her again about that new Natik flashware.
    Snake      : Diverting toys from the SSCEN (U.S. Army Soldier Systers Center)
                 again? Give her a message from me: someone will find out sooner
                 or later. She's better off assuming it's sooner and quit while
                 she's safe.
    Otacon     : Too true. Okay, Snake, let's get to work. You know the technical
                 specs of Metal Gear were sold on the black market after Shadow
    Snake      : All Ocelot's doing...
    Otacon     : Exactly. And now every state, group, and dotcom has its own
                 version of Metal Gear.
    Snake      : Not exactly a classified weapon for today's nuclear powers.
    Otacon     : This new one seems to have been designed to wipe the floor with
                 all the other models. The only consistent description is that
                 it's an amphibious, anti-Metal Gear vehicle...
    Snake      : That explains why this one is under Marine Corps jurisdiction.
    [The outside decks of the tanker are shown.]
    Otacon     : The mission objective is to make visual confirmation of the new
                 Metal Gear being transported by that tanker, and bring back
                 photographic evidence. But I want you to first go up to the top
                 level of the infrastructure, to the bridge. We need to find out
                 where the tanker is headed.
    Snake      : A little reconnaissance, huh?
    Otacon     : There's too much we don't know about this new prototype.
                 Capabilities, deployment method -- we don't even know how close
                 it is to completion. If we know where the testing arena is, I can
                 start to draw some reasonable conclusions.
    Snake      : All right. I'll head to the bridge ASAP.
    Otacon     : Try to avoid confrontations. Our goal is to collect evidence on 
                 Metal Gear development and expose it to the world. It would be
                 best if you could get out of there without alerting anyone.
    Snake      : Don't worry. I know the drill -- we're not terrorists.
    Otacon     : Very good. Don't you forget that you're a part of "Philanthropy"
                 now, an anti-Metal Gear organization and officially recognized by
                 the UN.
    Snake      : Recognized, but still fringe, Otacon.
    [Snake sorts through his gear.]
    Otacon     : All right, let's look at your gear. Your weapon is a tranquilizer
                 gun converted from a Beretta M92F.
    Snake      : M9.
    Otacon     : It's a little hard to work with because you have to reload after
                 each shot since the slide locks.
    Snake      : It's better than scavenging on mission site. Good suppressor too.
    Otacon     : The chemical stun will take affect in a few seconds and last for
                 hours. You can take down a elephant with that thing. Check out
                 the laser sighting too.
    [Snake takes a practice shot and breaks a light nearby.]
    Otacon     : The affects of the anesthetic rounds will vary depending on what
                 target the body hits. Were talking about a difference of tens of
                 seconds between hitting the enemy's chest or head.
    [Snake pauses and looks at his cigarettes.]
    Otacon     : As for the equipment... Hey Snake, cigarettes? What's wrong with
    Snake      : It's kind of a lucky charm.
    Otacon     : You haven't read the surgeon general's warning, have you?
    [Snake looks at his digital camera.]
    Otacon     : He's the digital camera. Works almost the same as your old one.
    [Snake uses the zoom on the camera to scan the deck.  He spots a Marine
     soldier patrolling.]
    Snake      : They don't look armed...
    Otacon     : Hey, Earth to Snake. These are nice, upstanding Marines, not
                 terrorists. Don't get caught; you're in stealth mode here.
    Snake      : Sure, if it comes to that, a little beauty sleep never hurt
                 anyone. By the way, Otacon, are you sure of this intelligence?
    Otacon     : Absolutely. Hacked it out of Pentagon's classified files myself.
    Snake      : No traces?
    Otacon     : Oh please. I'm too good for that.
    Snake      : We can't rule out the possibility that this is a trap. There's a
                 high price on our heads, you know.
    Otacon     : You're just paranoid.
    Snake      : I hope so.
    [Snake spots another soldier.]
    Snake      : They don't seem anything but civilians from here.
    Otacon     : With all the ships passing on the river and in the harbor.
                 Putting uniformed Marines on the deck would be a bad idea. People
                 can get a clear view of the water from riverside too.
    Snake      : The waterline is too high...According to the navigational plans,
                 this ship should have discharged its cargo upriver.
    Otacon     : It's in there, no doubt about it.
    Snake      : A Metal Gear in the holds will weigh down a ship a bit, I'd say.
                 The military trains you to watch for threats from the stern on a
                 boat. That's SOP for Counter-terror ops too. Security should be
    Otacon     : You worry too much.
    Snake      : Where's the target?
    Otacon     : Satellite surveillance is a major international pastime these
                 days. I'd say the cargo holds, safely below the deck. Do you see
                 the entrance to the holds?
    Snake      : Looks like there are a few entry ways into the crew quarters.
    [Snake hears a helicopter flying nearby.]
    Snake      : A chopper. Wha--!
    [Snake pans to one of the soldiers on the deck and promptly the Marine gets
     his throat slit by a soldier in military fatigues.  Another soldier gets
     knocked to the ground and his fall is promptly followed by a knife plunging
     through his neck.  A third Marine gets stabbed several times by a soldier
     that has just snuck up on him.]
    Snake      : Looks like were not the only ones after Metal Gear tonight.
    Otacon     : Is that a chopper I just heard?
    Snake      : Affirmative. Probably another cavalry...
    [Some soldiers move in to secure the area.]
    Snake      : What's their game? Hijack?
    Otacon     : They're probably targeting the ship's controls.
    Snake      : Otacon, how many men do you need to take over a tanker of this
    Otacon     : The ship is run by a computer so... I'd say about 18 people.
    Snake takes a look at one of the soldier's weapons.
    Snake      : AKS-74u?
    [Snake spots a soldier that appears to be ordering the others around.  The man
     turns around.  He has a brown moustache and short brown hair.  He appears to
     be in his mid 50's or so.]
    Snake      : Russians?
    Otacon     : You sure?
    Snake      : No Marine barber touched that head of hair.
    [The man puts on a hat and Snake snaps a picture of him.]
    Snake      : I'm transmitting the photo. Let's try to get a ID on him ASAP.
    Otacon     : I'm on it.
    Snake      : Looks like the tanker's theirs now.
    [Snake hears a helicopter again.  This time he is able to identify it.]
    Snake      : KA-60. Kasatka?
    Otacon     : Kasatka? Kamov chopper, right?  'Killer Whale'...
    [Codec screen.]
    Snake      : We need to get a fix on who they are.
    Otacon     : Judging by their transport, aren’t they some kind of military
    Snake      : Not necessarily. It could be the KA-62, the civil model.
    Otacon     : Look, Snake, all we need is the photographic evidence of Metal
                 Gear. As long as we have those, we can put it online and blow the
                 whole thing wide open. So no pyrotechnics, okay?
    Snake      : All right. I’ll do my best.
    Otacon     : This isn’t like Shadow Moses. Reach me if anything happens. The
                 frequency is 141.12.
    Snake      : How can I check in and save my progress?
    Otacon     : I’ll do it. There’s a frequency set aside for it -- 140.96. Sorry
                 but no Mei Ling this time. Call me on the Codec when you want to
    Snake      : Got it.
    Otacon     : I’ll be waiting just past the Verrazano Bridge. You need to be
                 off that ship by then.
    Snake      : I’ll be in touch.
    [Snake signs off.]
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                      02)  Hairy armpits and bad Russian accents
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    [Snake reaches the bridge of the tanker.  He enters slowly, with his gun drawn
     and slowly moves through.  There are two crewmen lying over some instruments
     wearing orange jumpsuits, they are both dead.  Snake reaches the front window
     of the bridge and sees two identical helicopters flying past in the rain.]
    Snake      : So it is the Kasatka... Russian choppers...
    [The two helicopters descend above the deck and soldiers repel and quickly
     secure the area.]
    [Snake reaches a computer terminal and punches some buttons.  After looking
     for a moment he calls up Otacon.]
    Otacon     : Snake, did you find out where that ship is headed?
    Snake      : I’m looking at it -- 35 degrees longitude, latitude around 58.
    Otacon     : More than 500 miles off the coast of the Bermudas, out in the
                 middle of the Atlantic... So the prototype is ready for solo
                 testing -- it’s basically combat-worthy. That area is outside the
                 Second Fleet’s operational range, too. It must be a stand-alone
                 Marine Corps project -- which means this prototype Metal Gear
                 must be designed for independent deployment, without any Naval
                 assistance... Anyway, analysis can wait till later. Snake, you
                 need to go down to the holds and locate the actual Metal...
    [There is a loud bang from outside.  A crate falling, perhaps?]
    Snake      : !?
    [Snake sees a woman strolling through the rain with her back turned.  She is
     holding a radio.]
    Snake      : Hm?
    [Snake sneaks outside and gets close enough to hear the woman talking to
     someone over the radio.  A man is speaking]
    Radio      : ...Shalashaska has landed. I'm on my way to the tanker holds...
                 Report your status.
    Woman      : Control room, communications and engine room are under control.
                 All entry and exit points to the tanker holds secured. Infrared
                 sensors placed and operational.
    Radio      : Good work. Are the explosives in place?
    Woman      : Yes, they're all planted.
    Radio      : Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be
    Woman      : And the vehicle's pilot?
    Radio      : He's the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else can
                 do it.
    Woman      : Are you sure you can trust him?
    Radio      : Your part in the mission is complete. You are to leave at once.
    Woman      : No, it's not over yet!
    [The man talking over the radio is shown.  He is the Russian commander Snake
     snapped a picture of.]
    Radio      : I can see the moon...even in this storm. Pale as death. I have a
                 bad feeling about this mission... You swore this to me that you
                 would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Do not
                 worry. This is a country of liberty.
    Woman      : This is where I belong, with the unit.
    [The woman takes out her gun and looks at it.]
    Woman      : I have nowhere else to go. Father, I want to stay and fight.
    Radio      : There is no choice to make here, Olga! Need I remind you that you
                 are carrying my grandchild?
    [Olga pats her stomach gingerly.]
    Olga       : ......
    Radio      : You will be on the helicopter out of here, now!
    [The transmission is cut abruptly.]
    Olga       : Damn it!
    [Olga waves away a helicopter.  As it flies away Snake leaps out from behind
     a crate and trains his gun on Olga.]
    Snake      : Freeze!
    [Olga turns around slowly to see Snake.]
    Snake      : Hands over your head! Now!
    [Olga slowly raises her arms.]
    Snake      : Toss your gun overboard! Slowly.
    [She casually tosses her gun overboard.]
    Snake      : A woman...?  Show your face.
    Olga       : You men -- you're all the same.
    Snake      : Who are you?
    [She slowly takes off her cap and lets the wind carry it to Snake.]
    Olga       : We are nomads. Wanderers.
    [Olga moves to her side.]
    Snake      : I said, don't move!
    Olga       : Americans...so you shoot unarmed women too?
    Snake      : I'm a nomad too.
    [Snake sees her knife.]
    Snake      : What else do you have there? Take the knife and toss it.
    [Olga takes the knife and tries to place it on the ground at her feet.]
    Snake      : Not there. Toss it overboard! Hold that position. Now, turn
    [She raises her hands over her head, knife in hand.]
    Olga       : You know what you're doing.
    [The tanker jerks violently, both of them lose their balance for a moment. The
     rain stops.]
    Olga       : It's stopped raining... Not too shabby, is it? New York, I mean?
    [Olga twirls around and a bullet flies from the knife.  Snake is startled but
     manages to (barely) dodge the shot.  As Olga takes cover behind a crate Snake
     snaps back into position with his gun trained on the storage rack where Olga
     is hiding.]
    Olga       : And that brings our tour to its conclusion!
    Snake      : Scout knife with a surprise -- you a Spetsnaz?
    Olga       : I think you deserve a little credit. No one's ever dodged that
                 shot of mine... But no one gets lucky twice, either!
    [Snake and Olga battle.  During the battle Olga speaks to Snake.]
    Olga       : I've been on the unit since I was born. I grew up on the
                 battlefield. Conflict and victory were my parents. The unit is my
                 life, my family. We've shared everything -- all the bad and all
                 the good. I have no one -- nothing except the unit. Nothing else
                 matters to me! Whoever you are, your not stopping us!
    [Snake defeats her with his tranquilizer gun.  She falls unconscious to the
     deck.  Snake slowly approaches her.  He kicks her a little bit and she falls
     limp.  Seemingly relieved he holsters his gun and takes hers, a USP.  There
     is no ammo in it.]
    Snake      : Hmm...
    [A small surveillance remote appears.  It hovers for a moment making some
     clicking noises and then flies off into the distance.]
    Snake      : CYPHER!?
    [Snake calls Otacon.]
    Snake      : Otacon, the ship appears to be under their control. The men have
                 Russian gear, but I haven’t been able to find out anything else
                 about their origin.
    Otacon     : I know who they are.
    Snake      : You do?
    Otacon     : We’ve ID’d the old man.
    Snake      : Who is he?
    Otacon     : Sergei Gurlukovich.
    Snake      : Gurlukovich.! One of Ocelot’s allies?
    Otacon     : Yeah...the GRU colonel. He’s the one Ocelot was supposed to meet
                 up with, after Shadow Moses...
    Snake      : They’re after Metal Gear...
    Otacon     : Everything’s changed. This is not going to be as simple as we
    Snake      : You could say that. I saw a surveillance remote just now, it
                 looked like the Cypher.
    Otacon     : A Marine Cypher-T?
    Snake      : No, Army.
    Otacon     : First the Marines, then the Russians -- now the Army...?
    Snake      : You’re right, this isn’t going to be simple.
    Otacon     : Snake -- There’s something I have to tell you.
    Snake      : What?
    Otacon     : We didn’t dig up this info -- about the new Metal Gear -- on our
                 own. Not like usual...
    Snake      : How did you find out, then?
    Otacon     : It was a tip. An anonymous tip.
    Snake      : Anonymous? You’ve never trusted those -- why would you start now?
    Otacon     : I, ah. I have a younger sister. A stepsister. We have different
                 parents. I only knew her for two years.
    Snake      : You’ve never mentioned her before. So...?
    Otacon     : The sender of the tip was “E.E.”
    Snake      : “E.E.”?
    Otacon     : Her name is Emma, but I always called her “E.E.”...
    Snake      : Emma Emmerich?
    Otacon     : Yeah. It just caught my eye, you know? I figured it was a
                 coincidence, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. There’s really
                 no one there who knows about her.
    Snake      : When was the last time you saw her?
    Otacon     : Over 10 years ago.
    Snake      : You think it’s a trap? To lure us out here...?
    Otacon     : I don’t know. After I got the tip, I did break into the Pentagon
                 system to get confirmation.
    Snake      : Okay...
    Otacon     : Watch your back, Snake. Maybe I screwed up...
    Snake      : I’ve got a light-equipped USP; I can take them on now. There’s no
                 ammo, but it takes a 9mm, just like the Marines’ M9. I’ll find
                 those somewhere around here.
    Otacon     : Don’t raise too much racket with that thing.
    Snake      : I hear you.
    [Snake signs off. Snake reaches a junction in the ship that he must get past.
     It is blocked by plastic explosives and trip lasers. Snake calls Otacon for
    Otacon     : Snake, there’s another set of infrared sensors in place. If you
                 touch that, the explosives will detonate and that ship will be
    Snake      : I’m not in the mood to go sleep with the fishes. There are too
                 many sensors. Looks like I’ll have to find another way.
    Otacon     : No need to worry. There’s a way through. Take a close look -- do
                 you see the thing with blinking green lights right next to the
                 explosives? That’s the control unit for the sensors. Destroy that
                 and the sensors stop functioning. You can’t get in close enough
                 to touch it, so you’ll have to shoot it out. But the M9’s
                 knockout rounds won’t work. The USP you picked up should do the
                 trick. Use that gun.
    [Snake makes it past the SEMTEX by shooting the control units.  When he enters
     the next hatch he hears an announcement.]
    Announcer  : Verrazano Bridge checkpoint passed. All non-essential personnel,
                 report to the holds in 10 minutes time for the scheduled briefing
                 session with the Commandant. You are ordered to continue manning
                 your posts until that time.
    [Snake travels through the corridor but up ahead he hears the sound of a
     squeaky hatch opening.  He quickly draws his gun and crouches down.  At the
     hatch three soldiers emerge and secure the annex room where it is located.
     They seal the hatch again.  One of the soldiers calls up the commander over
     the radio.]
    Soldier    : Colonel, we have sealed the stern hatch.
    Sergei     : All right.
    Soldier    : The lift is also under our control.
    Sergei     : We’re on the foredeck. About to descend to the holds.
    Soldier    : Sir, the Marine commander has started his speech already.
    Sergei     : We will complete the preparations before the end of the speech.
    Soldier    : All communications to the holds have been severed. No one is
                 aware of our presence.
    Sergei     : Let no one down into the holds until we are out.
    Soldier    : Yes sir! We will secure your exit, with our lives if necessary.
    Sergei     : There is one more thing...
    Soldier    : Yes sir?
    Sergei     : My daughter...keep her safe.
    Soldier    : Yes sir!
    [The transmission ends.  The three soldiers begin to patrol through the
     corridor.  Snake leans up against the crate he is next to.]
    Soldier    : Who goes there?
    [Snake fights off a dozen soldiers in the corridor and then proceeds to the
     hatch the soldiers came out of.  He opens it.  A soldier that somehow avoided
     the carnage sneaks behind him and watches.  Snake goes through the hatch. The
     soldier quietly closes the hatch with a sigh.  He hears somebody approaching
     from the rear.]
    Soldier    : Who goes there!
    [The man who was watching Snake when he landed on the tanker appears out of
     the darkness.]
    Soldier    : Oh, Shalashaska.
    [The soldier lowers his gun.]
    Soldier    : Why are you here? We thought you were with the Colonel.
    [Suddenly the man draws his revolver and aims point-blank at the soldier's
    Soldier    : What the...!
    [The revolver fires.  The soldier falls to the ground.  Shalashaska moves to
     the hatch and seals it.  He begins to walk away.]
    Ocelot     : The colonel will be joining you soon... Comrade...
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                        03)  Possessed arms and weird twists
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    [Snake reaches the holds of the tanker.  He sees a group of Marines standing
     below watching a projection movie of a speech by the Marine commander.]
    Otacon     : Snake, are you in yet? Have you made it to the holds?
    Snake      : It’s taking longer than I expected. We’ve already passed the
                 Verrazano Bridge.
    Otacon     : All right. We’ll use another recovery point.
    Snake      : They may be planning to change course.
    Otacon     : What?
    Snake      : The exits to the deck are all sealed.
    Otacon     : What are they planning?
    Snake      : If they get Metal Gear, we’re going right off the fringe.
    [Snake peers down at the Marines.]
    Snake      : The men down here are definitely Marines.
    Otacon     : If the deck is sealed off, they have no way of knowing that the
                 ship’s been taken over.
    Snake      : I’m not interested in fighting these guys. The weapons won’t do
                 me much good here.
    Otacon     : Can you see Metal Gear?
    Snake      : No. I’ll have to go around to the bow. They have some serious
                 defenses here. I doubt the recent arrivals want to blast their
                 way through the Marines either.
    Otacon     : Wonder where they’re headed.
    Snake      : I don’t know... Not the beach, that’s for sure.
    Otacon     : OK, Snake. Let’s go over this one more time. Use this camera to
                 get photographic evidence of the Metal Gear prototype. Now, do
                 your thing and take pictures that speak louder than the
                 government’s plausible denials. We need four shots: Metal Gear
                 from the front, front-right, and front-left, and a close-up of
                 the Marine Corps marking.
    Snake      : Marking?
    Otacon     : There should be a “MARINES” insignia on the body of Metal Gear.
                 Just let someone try explaining away a clear shot of that.
    Snake      : All right.
    Otacon     : There’s actually one little thing...
    Snake      : Just spit it out. I’m used to things going wrong.
    Otacon     : It looks like someone’s monitoring our transmission.
    Snake      : Who?
    Otacon     : I don’t have a clue. All they’re doing is watching -- it would
                 creep me out less if they tried to interfere with our
    Snake      : Could it have something to do with that Cypher we saw?
    Otacon     : Maybe. I’ve switched the encryption protocol for our burst
                 transmission for now. What I want to do is use a different method
                 for sending those photos, just in case.
    Snake      : Instead of using the Codec?
    Otacon     : Exactly. There’s a workstation in the southeast corner of the
                 block where Metal Gear is housed. I’ve made arrangements so that
                 you can send the pictures from the machine.
    Snake      : “Arrangements”?
    Otacon     : I hitched a ride on Link 16 into U.S. military’s proprietary
                 network. Managed to get into that workstation and overwrote a
                 part of the system software so I could remote-install a little
                 app I wrote...
    Snake      : Why bother with anything that complicated...
    Otacon     : No, it’s pretty simple, really. Look, all you have to do is stand
                 in front of the machine and push the Action button. The app will
                 automatically launch and download the image data from the camera,
                 split the files and encrypt them individually. The data packets
                 can then masquerade as...
    Snake      : OK, OK. So all I have to do is push the Action button in front of
                 the computer once I have the pictures, right?
    Otacon     : Well, sure, if you put it that way. And one more thing... The
                 Commandant’s already begun his speech, but you need to get the
                 pictures before he’s done talking. Otherwise, they’ll spot you.
    Snake      : How much time do I have?
    Otacon     : I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text of
                 that speech. I’d say you have seven more minutes -- longer if he
                 throws in a joke or two.
    Snake      : A seven-minute time limit, huh?
    Otacon     : Remember, Snake, just the photos, OK?
    Snake      : With these kinds of odds, I won’t be making any sudden moves. But
                 that doesn’t mean we can just let Metal Gear be hijacked.
    Otacon     : Okay, okay, but first, the photos...
    Snake      : All right. We’ll deal with the rest when we get there.
    Otacon     : Stay low.
    [Snake signs off.]
    [Snake makes it to the third hold of the tanker and finds a group of two dozen
     Marines watching the Marine Commander give his speech.  The group is flanked
     by two cameramen who are taping the speech.  Behind the Marine Commander is
     Metal Gear RAY, the new Metal Gear prototype.]
    Snake      : Metal Gear!?
    [Snake gets a call from Otacon.]
    Otacon     : Ok, we’re finally there.
    Snake      : So this is the new Metal Gear...
    Otacon     : Yep. And we’re going to show the whole world its baby pictures.
                 Get the prototype on camera. We need four images. One from the
                 front-right, the front, and the front-left, and a close-up of the
                 “MARINES” marking on the prototype. Once you have the photos, use
                 the workstation in the southeast end of the area to transmit them
                 over to me. Send me something I can use!
    [Snake snaps all the pictures, going unnoticed by everybody in the room.  He
     uploads the pictures to Otacon just as the commander finishes his speech.]
    Dolph      : We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order with
                 Metal Gear RAY.
                 That is all. Dismissed!
    [The Marines stand at attention and salute the commander.  As they are
     saluting, (sarcastic) clapping can be heard from the rear of the hold.  The
     Marines and the commander look around, puzzled.  A man emerges from behind
     Metal Gear, clapping his hands as he struts along.]
    Ocelot     : Excellent speech, my friend...
    Dolph      : Who the -- !?
    [The commandant turns to face the intruder.]
    Ocelot    : Gift of the silver tongue -- they say it’s a mark of a good
                 officer -- and of a liar. Americans are too in love with the
                 sound of their own voice to speak the truth.
    Dolph      : Identify yourself!
    Several Marines rush to Dolph's side and train their sights on the intruder.
    Ocelot     : I am Shalashaska! Also called Revolver --
    [Snake recognizes the man as he steps forward.  They both utter the same word.]
    Both       : Ocelot.
    [Flashbacks to Shadow Moses.  The Marines try to advance forward but they are
     held back by the commander.]
    Dolph      : What do you want?
    Ocelot     : This machine will be quite useful.
    Dolph      : What are you planning to do -- steal this thing?
    Ocelot     : Steal? No, no, I’m taking it back.
    [Snake moves to a different location.  He can see an arm reaching out for the
     commandant.  The arm grabs the commandant.  It is Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich
     holding a gun to the commandant's head.]
    Snake      : Gurlukovich...
    [Gurlukovich takes a few protective steps backwards with his hostage.]
    Ocelot     : Nobody move! Understood?
    [Ocelot steps onto the platform.  In the other holds the Marines are beginning
     to panic.  Ocelot raises a device above his head.]
    Ocelot     : This ship now carries enough SEMTEX on its key structural points
                 to blow it out of the water -- at the touch of this button.
    [Some of the Marines stand a little uneasy now.]
    Ocelot     : That’s right...no one has to die needlessly.
    [Russian soldiers rappel from the ceiling and take up positions covering their
     commanders from the Marines.]
    Ocelot     : We’re almost at the target. Get a move on!
    [A group of soldiers begins to undo the lines holding down Meta Gear Ray.]
    Dolph      : What do you intend to do with RAY -- sell it on the streets?
    Sergei     : I was raised in Snezhinsk, formerly known as Chelyabinsk-70, the
                 nuclear research outpost.
    Dolph      : What are you talking about?
    Sergei     : After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the
    Dolph      : Is there a point to this sad story?
    [Gurlukovich become angry and presses the pistol against the commandant's head
     spinning it a little.]
    Sergei     : Not that you would understand. Land, friends, dignity...all sold
                 to the highest bidder -- the United States of America. Even the
                 technology that gave birth to these weapons is Russian, developed
                 by us!
    Dolph      : What do you intend to do?
    Sergei     : Russia will rise again -- and RAY is the key.
    Ocelot     : I regret to inform you that I have no intention of selling Metal
                 Gear. As I said, I came to take it back.
    [Ocelot slowly paces away from them and then turns around.]
    Ocelot     :  Yes returned. To the Patriots!
    [The Marine Commandant recognizes the name.  He is startled.]
    Dolph      : The La-li-lu-le-lo! How’s that possible!?
    [Gurlukovich restrains the commandant and snarls at Ocelot.]
    Sergei     : Ocelot, you...! Have you sold us out?
    Ocelot     : I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich...
    Sergei     : Are you still in league with Solidus...!?
    Ocelot     : No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can rot, for all I care.
    Sergei     : Since when, Ocelot! When did you turn?
    Ocelot     : I’m glad you noticed comrade. I abandoned “her” during the Cold
    Sergei     : Aargh!
    Ocelot     : Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich, you and your
                 daughter will die here.
    Sergei     : Damn you!!!
    [Gurlukovich releases the commandant and shoves him forward.  At the same time
     Ocelot throws his trench coat into the air between him and Gurlukovich.]
    Sergei     : Die, you dog!
    [Both the Russians draw their weapons and fire madly.  As the trench coat flies
     to the ground bullets rip through it.  When it finally settles Both the
     commandant and Gurlukovich fall to the ground.]
    Ocelot     : Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement.
    [Ocelot lets go of his revolver and it clatters to the floor.]
    Sergei     : Traitorous dog...
    [The other Russian soldiers surrounding Ocelot draw their guns to fire on him.
     With lightning speed he draws his second revolver and twirls in a quick
     circle burying one bullet in each soldier.  As they fall to the ground Ocelot
     pulls out the detonator.]
    Ocelot     : Show’s over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! This
                 ship is still in the Lower New York Harbor. You may yet make it
                 to shore if you swim for your life!
    [Ocelot presses the detonator and the SEMTEX goes off killing some Marines.
     One of the blasts punctures the hull of the ship and water begins to pour
     into the chamber.  The Marines scramble.  Ocelot has climbed up to the upper
     platform of the hold and is approaching the open cockpit of Metal Gear Ray.
     Some Marines try to shoot Ocelot but none of the shots hit their mark. Snake
     rushes forward and aims upwards at Ocelot.]
    Snake      : OCELOT!!
    [Ocelot looks down at Snake but before he does anything his arm begins to
    Ocelot     : Aaaarrghhhh!!
    [Ocelot grabs his right arm in pain.  He straightens up but this time his
     voice is different.  He is speaking in a familiar voice.]
    Ocelot     : It’s been a while, brother.
    Snake      : Who are you?
    Ocelot     : You know who I am.
    Snake      : Liquid?
    [Memories of Shadow Moses come to Snake.]
    Liquid     : Not so young anymore, eh, Snake? You’re drowning in time. I know
                 what it’s like, brother.
    Snake      : ...
    Liquid     : No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program.
    [Ocelot's right arm begins to twitch again.]
    Liquid     : Aaarrrr!
    Ocelot     : Out -- get out of my mind! Liquid...
    [Ocelot bites his arm.  Liquid is still in control.]
    Liquid     : The price of physical prodigy... Few more years and you’ll be
                 another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are vintage,
                 brother. Big Boss was in his late fifties when they created his
                 copies. But I -- I live on, through this arm.
    Snake      : Liquid’s arm?
    [An explosion knocks Snake into the water.]
    [Gurlukovich floats on the surface of the water that is pouring into the hold.
     Blood is gushing out of his wound.]
    Sergei     : Olga...
    [Liquid leaps into the open cockpit of Metal Gear Ray as Snake is climbing out
     of the water, gasping for air.]
    Liquid     : You don’t have what it takes after all.
    [Liquid slams Ray into the ceiling.]
    Liquid     : You’re going down, Snake, with this tanker!
    [Snake tries to dodge one of the legs coming down at him but he gets
     knocked unconscious.  Up on a balcony some marines begin to fire gunshots at
     him and some RPGs.  Liquid turns Ray to the marines and smashes them with the
     leg of the great machine.  Snake regains consciousness and says something to
    Snake      : Otacon, we have a problem...
    [Ray plunges its head into the water and begins to suck some water into its
     system.  It then raises its head and fires a high-powered stream of water
     into the hull of the tanker.  Water pours in.]
    Otacon     : Snake!! Snaaaake!!!
    [Metal Gear Ray swims through the water and leaps above the water. It
     straddles a large crack that has appeared near the middle of the ship.  Snake
     surfaces and gasps frantically for air.  Ocelot is sitting in the cockpit of
     Ray peering down at Snake.  Ocelot is talking to someone over the radio.]
    Ocelot     : No problems...proceeding as planned, sir.
    [Ray does a back flip into the water and sends an enormous wave washing over
     Snake.  He begins to slip under the water.]
    [Ray swims through the water.  ocelot is still talking to the person over the
    Ocelot     : ...Yes, at the location we discussed. Yes. I have photographic
                 evidence of Snake on the scene. The Cypher was most useful...I
                 look forward to tomorrow morning’s news flash. I would say the
                 Marine Corps’ plans are on indefinite hold.
                 Yes, of course, Mr. President...
    [Overhead view of the sinking ship, Snake is nowhere to be seen.]
    Otacon     : SNAKE!!
                              Plant Chapter Script
    Scientists had to make thousands of calculations to create the (atomic bomb)
    and determine its effects... Computers and atomic bombs, both products of World
    War II, grew up together."
    Information Age: People, information, and Technology exhibition- Nation Museum
    of American History, Smithsonian Institute.
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                                   01)  Big Shell
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                        --  Verrazano Bridge, April 29th  --
    [Overhead view of the Verrazano Bridge.  Two military helicopters are flying
     through the early morning skies.]
    Colonel    : Snake, do you remember the sinking of that tanker two years ago?
    Snake      : Of course.
    Colonel    : Terrorists blow a hole in an oil tanker full of crude, barely 20
                 miles off the shore of Manhattan, your classic nightmare. It
                 didn’t take long for the government to put an oil fence around
                 the whole mess. And then that massive offshore cleanup facility
                 went up inside.
    Snake      : The “Big Shell.” I hear the cleanup isn’t quite over yet.
    Colonel    : It takes time. But in the meantime, the Shell’s become a
                 landmark, a symbol of environmental protection. Approximately six
                 hours ago, the Big Shell was seized by an armed group.
    Snake      : Do we have an ID?
    Colonel    : Former members of the Navy SEAL’s special anti-terrorist training
                 squad, “Dead Cell.” Russian private army members may also be
                 involved. It’s a highly trained group and they have the Big Shell
                 under complete control.
    [As the SEAL choppers swoop in to the Big Shell a group of NYPD officers peer
     curiously through a pair of binoculars.]
    Commander  : Calling teams Alpha and Bravo. Deploy at the Big Shell as
    [As the SEALS are on their final approach to the Big Shell the FoxHound
    operative pops above the water to check his bearings.  He goes unnoticed]
    Commander  : Come in from downwind, then pull up fast! Get ready to fast rope
                 down to Shell One! Five minutes to ETA! Alpha, your top priority
                 is to rescue and safeguard the President! Team Bravo, watch out
                 for Stillman’s back, and get those C4’s disarmed!
    [Snake swims to the oil fence and finds that a hole has already been cut in
     it.  He promptly swims through.]
    Snake      : What are their demands?
    Colonel    : Thirty billion dollars.
    Snake      : Thirty billion dollars!? What makes them think they can get that
    Colonel    : There was a government-sponsored tour going on at the Big Shell
                 that day.
    Snake      : Hostages, huh?
    Colonel    : A VIP from one of the major conservation groups, and one from our
                 own government -- the Most Important Person in a sense.
    Snake      : The most important person -- ?
    Colonel    : James Johnson.
    Snake      : The President!
    Colonel    : Unless the demands are met, the terrorists intend to blow the Big
                 Shell out of the water.
    Snake      : And the crude will ignite, turning the Manhattan Harbor into an
    Colonel    : That’s not the worst-case scenario. If the chlorides being used
                 to decontaminate the seawater go up with the oil, toxins
                 containing catastrophic levels of dioxins will be released. In
                 other words, the bay’s ecosystem will be wiped out, and the sea
                 will turn into a toxic soup for centuries -- becoming the worst
                 environmental disaster in history.
    [Snake swims up through a dock in the Big Shell.]
    Colonel    : You have two missions objectives.  One: infiltrate the offshore
                 decontamination facility “Big Shell” and safeguard the President
                 and other hostages.  And two: disarm the terrorists by any means
    [Snake reaches the surface of the Deep Sea Dock of the Big Shell and makes a
     quick scan for enemies lurking around.  Seeing none he climbs up a ladder and
     gets onto  the platform.]
    Colonel    : You should know... that SEAL Team 10 is also conducting a rescue
    Snake      : Is this a joint effort?
    Colonel    : No. FOXHOUND remains a covert body. Don’t alert them to your
                 presence -- that is an order.
    [Snake calls the Colonel with his Codec.]
    Snake      : This is Snake. I am now inside Strut A of Shell 1.
    Colonel    : How are things?
    Snake      : We’re in luck. Looks like there are no sentries posted here.
    Colonel    : What’s the visibility?
    Snake      : The lights on the plant’s struts are functioning. I won’t have to
                 use the IR goggles.
    Colonel    : Any problems?
    Snake      : There was a brand-new hole cut through the oil fence. There’s
                 someone else besides me that wanted to get in badly.
    Colonel    : That’s not possible.
    Snake      : What about SEAL Team 10?
    Colonel    : They landed on the roof of the Big Shell as planned. And by the
                 way Snake, we’re changing your code name for all following
    Snake      : What’s wrong with “Snake”?
    Colonel    : Just a precaution. You are now designated “Raiden.” All right,
                 Raiden. You’ve already covered infiltration in VR Training.
    Raiden     : I’ve completed three hundred missions in VR. I feel like some
                 kind of legendary mercenary...
    Colonel    : Okay, we’ll skip that part. Make sure nobody sees you. If you
                 need to, contact me by Codec. The frequency is 140.85. When you
                 want to use the Codec, push the SELECT button. When we need to
                 reach you...contact you, the Codec will beep. When you hear that
                 noise, press the SELECT button. The Codec’s receiver directly
                 stimulates the small bones of your ear. No one but you will be
                 able to hear it.
    Raiden     : All right. I’ll contact you if anything changes.
    Colonel    : First, make your way to the upper section of the Big Shell.
    Raiden     : How do I get up to the next level?
    Colonel    : There’s an elevator at the far end of that area. Use that.
    Raiden     : Sounds good.
    [Views of Raiden's Sneaking suit are shown.]
    Colonel    : Your new Sneaking suit uses electrofiber technology, a by-product
                 of fiber-optics research. The texture isn’t far removed from
                 rubber but the material protects against a wide range of toxic
                 substances. The suit itself has a wide array of built-in sensors.
                 It is referred to as “Smart Skin” in military R&D. Data about
                 damage to different regions of the body, including blood loss, is
                 exchanged between the suit and the intravenous nanomachines to
                 create a bio-feedback system.
    Raiden     : There’s a lot of pressure on my torso.
    Colonel    : Relax. The suit applies varying pressure to major internal organs
                 to maximize performance and safeguard their functions. They call
                 this the “Skull Suit” in FOXHOUND.
    Raiden     : Skull suit -- seems appropriate somehow.
    Colonel    : The hatch with a circular handle will open into the elevator
                 area. Locate the hatch first.
    Raiden     : Copy that. Moving onto main mission objectives.
    [Raiden signs off. Raiden proceeds through the hatch and when he opens it he
     spots an enemy that has just been knocked unconscious.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, I’ve sighted an enemy sentry. AN-94 and a Makarov...
                 those grenades...all his equipment are Russian-made.
    Colonel    : Must be a Gurlukovich man.
    Raiden     : Gurlukovich?
    Colonel    : A Russian private army that was in line to work with the Shadow
                 Moses takeover group, four years ago.
    Raiden     : What’s their stake in this one?
    Colonel    : They must have made a deal -- an arrangement with the terrorists.
                 They’ve become a band of mercenaries, an army without a country.
    [Raiden signs off. When he goes into the next room he finds two unconscious
     sentries.  One of them just rolled off the elevator ascending in the back of
     the room.  Raiden catches a quick glimpse of the man.  He is wearing a
     familiar uniform.  He calls up the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, there’s definitely another intruder in here besides me.
    Colonel    : That’s not a possibility.
    Raiden     : Not a team -- looks like a solo job.
    Colonel    : One man...?
    Raiden     : We may not know who he is, but he managed to take care of every
                 sentry in the area; they’re all out cold. Whoever he is, he’s got
                 some skills.
    Colonel    : We need to get an ID... But for now, you can take advantage of
                 the situation and get to work. There’s a terminal in front of the
                 elevator, a node.
    Raiden     : Did you say “nerd”?
    Colonel    : Not “nerd” -- “node.”
    Raiden     : Oh.
    Colonel    : Use the node to gain access to the Big Shell’s facilities
    Raiden     : Then what?
    Colonel    : Pull up the map of the structure; that’ll let you activate the
                 Soliton Radar.
    Raiden     : The Soliton Radar? True, that radar came in useful during VR
    Colonel    : A radar system. Uses biological magnetic fields as input. These
                 estimated enemy positions are projected onto a map according to
                 reference points collected via GPS signals and field personnel
                 reports. We need to get to the map through the Big Shell’s node
                 to put this data processing to practical use. The node unit is
                 about three feet high and should be colored blue. Each area has
                 at least one.
    Raiden     : How do I gain access?
    Colonel    : Just push the Action button in front of the node. The
                 nanomachines in your body will take care of the security
                 clearance, and allow you access to the node. Complete the
                 procedure before those sentries gain consciousness. If they spot
                 you, you won’t be able to gain access for a while. Stay on guard.
    Raiden     : Got it.
    [Raiden signs off and moves to the node.  When he places his hand on it a jolt
     of electricity is sent through his arm.  He screams out.  When the shock ends
     he pants and finishes the login sequence.  He calls the Colonel again.]
    Colonel    : Good work, Raiden.
    Raiden     : The radar should be functioning now?
    Colonel    : Remember your VR training sessions. The tool is exactly the same
                 one -- it maps the terrain as well as the position of enemy
                 personnel. The bright dot in the middle is you, Raiden. The red
                 dots are your enemies and the blue cone shape represents their
                 field of vision.
                 Your radar isn’t affected by the weather, but if you’re
                 discovered by an enemy you won’t be able to use it. It gets
                 jammed easily I’m afraid. It’s all made from currently existing
                 technology. You won’t be able to use it in an area with strong
                 harmonic resonance. So be careful. The Big Shell’s layout map
                 should now be available after touching the START button.
    Raiden     : How do I save the mission data?
    Colonel    : I’ve set aside a proprietary frequency for saves. And an analyst
                 to work on the data too.
    [A young woman, maybe in her early 20s comes onscreen.]
    Woman      : Jack, is everything all right?
    Raiden     : What are you doing here!?
    Woman      : Jack, can you hear me?
    Raiden     : 
    Rose! You’re not supposed to be involved! What’s going on!?
    Rose       : Jack, I’m a part of this mission.
    Raiden     : Colonel, what the hell is going on?
    Colonel    : Raiden, meet the mission analyst. She’ll be overseeing the data
                 saving and support.
    Raiden     : Why her?
    Colonel    : The FOXHOUND analyst that was supposed to take part in this
                 mission was in an accident. Rosemary was brought in as a
    Raiden     : An accident...?
    Colonel    : And according to the files, she knows you better than anybody
    Raiden     : Rose may be in the service, but an intelligence analyst is no
                 field officer.
    Colonel    : Not to worry. She has our technical staff at her disposal.
    Raiden     : She’s never been a part of a field mission. This is insane.
    Colonel    : I have my own reasons for selecting her for this mission,
    Raiden     : Colonel, I fail to see --
    Colonel    : I know your VR training performance in and out. But sometimes
                 that’s not enough. You’re familiar with the Shadow Moses incident?
    Raiden     : You know I covered it in VR.
    Colonel    : If there’s a crucial tactical detail that case taught us, it was
                 the power of the operative’s will to survive.
    Raiden     : I was trained to fight. My personal feelings have no place in a
    Colonel    : We’ve learned that it doesn’t work that way. And on the field,
                 you need all the help you can get.
    Rose       : Jack? You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.
    Raiden     : Rose...
    Rose       : You need someone to watch your back. But I have conditions that
                 need to be met, Colonel.
    Colonel    : What is it?
    Rose       : I’ll perform my duties and save that mission data. But I’m aware
                 that technically, I’m not part of the mission control team. After
                 all, I’m just a normal girl who’s worried about Jack. But that
                 means, Colonel, that I am not required to follow your orders
                 outside of my immediate duties. Jack is not simply a field
                 personnel for me to track. His safety comes first to me, not the
                 mission. And because of that, I will be monitoring and keeping a
                 record of every communication you have with him, Colonel.
    Colonel    : ...Given the circumstances, you’re free to do what you see fit.
    Rose       : Hey, I prefer this to being kept in the dark, waiting.
    Colonel    : I’d like to make a request, if I may.
    Rose       : Of course.
    Colonel    : His handle is Raiden. For the duration of the mission, could you
                 call him that?
    Rose       : Yes sir. All right -- Raiden. Let me know when you’re ready to
                 turn in a save. The proprietary save frequency is 140.96.
    [The frequency switches to 140.96 (Rose's)]
    Rose       : I just switched frequencies. Jack?
    Raiden     : What?
    Rose       : Do you know what day it is tomorrow?
    Raiden     : April 30th -- is there something special about it?
    Rose       : Isn’t there?
    Raiden     : I can’t remember. I’m sorry.
    Rose       : Oh well, I’ll keep trying ‘til I hear the answer. I’m going to
                 let you go now, Jack. Take care.
    [The transmission ends.  The enemy sentries are regaining consciousness.  The
     Colonel contacts Raiden.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, the enemy sentry is regaining consciousness.
    Rose       : Be careful, Jack!
    Colonel    : Find somewhere to hide until the elevator arrives. You must stay
                 out of sight!
    [The Colonel signs off. Raiden avoids the sentries and makes it to the
     elevator without alerting anybody.  As the elevator ascends he takes off the
     diving mask to reveal his face.  He has long white hair and very pale skin.]
    Colonel    : The terrorists call themselves “Sons of Liberty.”
    Raiden     : Sons of Liberty?
    Colonel    : The name of their leader is Solid Snake.
    Raiden     : The hero of Shadow Moses!? So that’s why you changed my code
    [The elevator grinds to a halt at the top of the shaft, scaring some birds
     that fly off into the bright sunlight.]
    Colonel    : Right. But it can’t be THE Solid Snake. He died two years ago, on
                 that tanker, after he blew it sky-high.
    Raiden     : Could he have survived?
    Colonel    : Not a chance...
    [Raiden takes cover behind some storage crates.  He calls the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, I’m on the roof. There are no sentries, but it would
                 only take one to spot me in this light.
    Colonel    : You never had daylight VR training, after all. Stay extra sharp
                 until you can find a node to log in from.
    Raiden     : What about the commandos?
    Colonel    : SEAL Team 10 has landed on Struts B and C.
    Raiden     : And the President?
    Colonel    : Seems he was spotted on Strut B.
    Raiden     : Strut B?
    Colonel    : The Big Shell is comprised of Shells One and Two. Each unit
                 consists of a central core and six struts surrounding it.
    Raiden     : So the whole thing is shaped like two hexagons connected
    Colonel    : Exactly. And you’re on the roof of Strut A, Shell One at the
                 moment. First, get to a node. Log into the network.
    Raiden     : Got it.
    [The call ends.  Raiden has just passed the first entryway into Strut A when
     the Colonel contacts him again.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, SEAL Team 10 is in.
    Raiden     : Do we really have no line of communication with the SEALs?
    Colonel    : They don’t know a thing about us. You know we work in the dark,
                 and this mission is no exception. Only a few people know about
                 your presence here.
    Raiden     : ...
    Colonel    : There’s no need for concern. This operation is under Pentagon's
                 direct command, and the NSDD (National Security Decision
                 Directives) came from the Vice President and the Secretary of
                 Defense. Your mission may be top-secret, but it’s gone through
                 the usual channels.
    [The Colonel signs off. Raiden makes it to the next connecting bridge.  He
     gets a call from the Colonel.]
    Colonel    : Wait a second, I just intercepted new intelligence on the
                 operation being executed by SEAL Team 10.
    Raiden     : Intercepted?
    Colonel    : As I said before, they need to be kept in the dark about our
    Raiden     : So we just listen in...
    Colonel    : I’m patching it through.
    SEAL       : This is Alpha Zero. We have the President.
    Commander  : Is he safe?
    SEAL       : He is safe.
    Commander  : What about the package?
    SEAL       : Tell the guys upstairs that we’ve secured the package. Easy
    Commander  : Good work. Your retrieval is on the way. Come on home...
    SEAL       : Roger that... H-holy!
    [Gunfire erupts over the line.]
    Commander  : Alpha Zero! Report!!!
    SEAL       : Dammit! Cover the President!!
    Commander  : Come in, Alpha Zero!
    SEAL       : This is Alpha Zero. We are under attack! This is crazy! Is
    Commander  : Alpha Zero, respond!
    [The transmission goes dead.]
    Commander  : All Alpha, respond!
    Colonel    : Raiden, the President’s life in danger! Head to Strut B now!
    [Transmission ends.]
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    [When Raiden reaches strut B he meets a gruesome scene.  There is blood all
     over the walls and floor next to the bodies of two dead SEALs.  Raiden takes
     out his recently acquired M9 pistol and advances with caution to the nearest
    [The view switches to the inside of the room.  Three SEALs are patrolling
     through a large transformer room with their guns drawn at the ready.  Out of
     nowhere three knives appear, one hitting the front soldier in the neck, he
     goes down.]
    SEAL A     : Uaaagh!
    [The two remaining SEALs start firing at random into the rafters, at an unseen
     enemy.  The enemy quickly leaps about the rafters deftly avoiding all their
    SEAL B     : Damn it! I can’t hit him!
    [The enemy makes a foray towards the SEALs from behind.  He slices the
     furthest SEAL quickly, he falls to the ground screaming.]
    SEAL B     : Aaargh!!!
    [The remaining SEAL begins to panic.  He starts spinning wildly and shooting
     randomly into the rafters.]
    SEAL C     : Aa Aa Aaargh!!!
    [The SEAL commander comes over the radio.]
    Commander  : Alpha Zero, come in Alpha Zero.
    [As the SEAL continues his attack the enemy leaps down from the rafters coming
     down softly in front of the SEAL.]
    SEAL C     : Aah! Oh no, no!
    [The enemy takes out a knife from a belt on his waist and gives the SEAL a
     menacing stare.  The SEAL hesitates briefly and then begins to fire again at
     the enemy.  The enemy spins towards the SEAL with his knife drawn and once
     again manages to dodge all the bullets meant for him.  He reaches the SEAL
     and promptly slits his wrists.  As the SEAL cries out in pain he circles
     around and cuts him across the kneecaps from behind.  The man falls to his
     knees but doesn't hit the ground.  The enemy holds him up and carefully,
     slowly, he slits the throat of the SEAL.  As the blood pours out the enemy
     appears to be in some sort of brief trance.  The body falls to the floor,
     limp.  The radio squawks.]
    Commander  : All Alpha, come in! What’s going on? Alpha, respond!
    [Raiden slowly enters the room.  He reaches a railing undetected and peers
     beyond it.  He lets out a muffled gasp when he sees that the enemy is sucking
     the blood out of the soldier.  The enemy slowly turns his head and snarls at
     Raiden.  He hastily lets the body drop to the floor.  He pulls a knife out of
     his belt.]
    Raiden     : What are you?
    [The man draws the knife across his chest.  Slowly slicing the skin.]
    Vamp       : Five today... Or rather, six?
    [The man leaps clear over Raiden but Raiden can't react fast enough.  He still
     has his gun drawn as the man reaches out from behind him to tap his shoulder.
     Suddenly a SEAL bursts into the room.]
    SEAL       : Get down!!
    [The SEAL rattles off a burst of bullets in Vamp's direction as Raiden ducks
     under it.  Once again Vamp has evaded the bullets.  The SEAL slowly enters
     the room and scans all the directions.  The enemy is nowhere to be seen.]
    SEAL       : Where is he!
    [Vamp leaps down from the ceiling and slashes the SEAL's left arm.  Vamp slams
     the SEAL against the wall and draws close to him.]
    SEAL       : Agh!
    [The SEAL's rifle slides toward Raiden. He quickly grabs it and takes aim at
    Vamp.  Vamp's head moves close to the SEAL's neck.]
    Vamp       : Hmmm? Strange smell... You smell like -- !
    [Vamp drops the SEAL to the ground, stunned.]
    Vamp       : Are you...it has to be!
    SEAL       : Shoot him! What are you waiting for!
    [Raiden lets out a full clip in Vamp's direction but none make their mark.]
    Raiden     : !
    [A female's voice comes over the man's radio.]
    Woman      : Vamp.
    Vamp       : Yeah, Queen.
    [The SEAL slides a clip to Raiden.  The clip slides underneath Vamp's spread
     legs unnoticed or largely ignored.]
    Woman      : Are you all done cleaning up?
    Vamp       : Yes. But wait till I tell you what I found...
    Woman      : Something interesting?
    [Raiden grabs the clip.]
    Vamp       : I’ll tell you in person. Where are you?
    Woman      : In the central unit, with the President.
    [Raiden loads the clip into the gun as fast as he can.]
    Vamp       : Be right there.
    [Raiden cocks the rifle and aims at where Vamp is but he isn't there.  Vamp is
     then heard jumping about in the rafters but Raiden can't find a target.  As
     Vamp disappears Raiden takes aim at the SEAL.]
    SEAL       : I'm not a enemy. Calm down.  My name is S... My name is Pliskin.
                 Iroquois Pliskin, Lieutenant Junior Grade.
    Raiden     : Are you a Navy SEAL? How did you get in?
    Pliskin    : Fast rope decent from a Navy chopper.
    [A sea lice crawls out from under Pliskin.  Raiden gives it an odd look,
     something is wrong.]
    Raiden     : Have I seen you before?
    Pliskin    : That suit, are you FOX-HOUND?
    Raiden     : That's right.
    Pliskin    : FOX-HOUND was disbanded.
    Raiden     : ...?
    Pliskin    : Where were you before FOX-HOUND? Delta Force?
    [Real life of special ops training is shown as well as some video from Metal
     Gear Solid: VR Missions.]
    Raiden     : I was a part of the Army's  Force XXI trials...
    Pliskin    : Force XXI? That's about tactical IT deployment, right? Any field
    Raiden     : No -- not really.
    Pliskin    : So this is your first.
    Raiden     : I've had extensive training -- the kind that's indistinguishable
                 from the real thing.
    Pliskin    : Like what?
    Raiden     : Sneaking mission 60, Weapons 80,
    Pliskin    : VR, huh.
    Raiden     : But realistic in every way.
    Pliskin    : A virtual grunt of the digital age.  That's just great.
    Raiden     : That's far more effective  than live exercises.
    Pliskin    : You don't get injured in VR, do you? Every year, a few soldiers
                 die in field exercises.
    Raiden     : There's pain sensation in VR, and  even a sense of reality and
                 urgency. The only difference is that it isn't actually happening.
    Pliskin    : That's the way they want you to think, to remove you from the
                 fear that goes with battle situations. War as a video game --
                 what better way to raise the ultimate soldier?
    [Raiden gives Pliskin his rifle.]
    Raiden     : So your saying VR training is some kind of mind control?
    [The Colonel calls Raiden.]
    Colonel    : Raiden what's going on?
    Raiden     : The Alpha team from Navy SEAL team 10 is dead. No, a single
    Pliskin    : The kid's wired with nanomachines.
    [The Codec screen pops up.]
    Colonel    : What about the President?
    Raiden     : Looks like they took him somewhere else...
    Colonel    : I see... You said there was a survivor from SEAL Team 10?
    Raiden     : Yeah. Lieutenant J.G. Pliskin.
    Colonel    : Has he seen your face?
    Raiden     : What?
    Colonel    : This is a top-secret mission. No one can know that we're
    Raiden     : It's a little too late for that.
    [Pliskin walks down to the lower level and Raiden follows.]
    Raiden     : What's up?
    Pliskin    : Take a look.
    [Raiden looks at where Pliskin is looking.  There is a Navy Captain lying on
     the ground with blood oozing out of some fresh wounds.  There is a broken
     handcuff on his left wrist.]
    Pliskin    : A Navy Captain.
    Raiden     : What the hell!?
    [Pliskin stumbles towards the stairs.]
    Raiden     : You all right?
    Pliskin    : Give me a few minutes.
    [Pliskin takes out a cigarette.]
    Pliskin    : Must have lost a few more pints then I thought.
    Raiden     : What was that man just now? That blood sucking freak? That was
    [Pictures of Vamp and Dead Cell are shown.]
    Pliskin    : He's Romanian, a wizard with knives as you saw.
    Raiden     : The way he moved --  didn't seem human.
    Pliskin    : You won't see that in VR, I guarantee.
    Raiden     : What is he?
    Pliskin    : One of the members of Dead Cell.
    Raiden     : Dead Cell... Him?
    Pliskin    : A special forces unit created by  Ex-President George Sears. The
                 name was originally intended to reflect its anti-terrorist
                 functions. The unit would launch unannounced  assaults on
                 government complexes, for the ultimate terrorism simulation. They
                 were needed to show VR troopers like you how to deal with the
                 real thing.
                 But around the time their original leader died in prison, the
                 unit began to unravel. They were always close to the edge, but
                 they became more and more extreme. Began to go after U.S. allies,
                 even civilians. We estimate that no fewer than a hundred people
                 died on accidents the Dead Cell arranged on their own. They were
                 out of control -- and it all  came to a head six months ago.
    Raiden     : What happened?
    Pliskin    : The unit was devastated. There are only three left now --  and
                 you just saw one of them.
    Raiden     : Why would they go after the Big Shell?
    Pliskin    : How should I know? I told you they were on the lunatic fringe.
    Raiden     : What about the leader? He says he's Solid Snake?
    Pliskin    : Snake died two years ago.
    [Flashbacks of the Tanker incident are shown.]
    Raiden     : You mean the incident that made this Big Shell necessary in the
                 first place.
    Pliskin    : Right. And he was the one  that sank that tanker.
    Raiden     : But he's a Legend --
    Pliskin    : Legends are usually bad news. There's not a lot of difference
                 between heroes and madmen...
    Raiden     : You're saying Snake is still alive and pulled another one?
    Pliskin    : No, he's not involved in this one. His body was positively ID'd
                 two years ago. Snake is dead... And buried.
    [Guards patrolling on a connecting bridge are shown.]
    Raiden     : What about the other soldiers? I saw Russian equipment too.
    Pliskin    : Former Soviet military.  They're probably mercenaries. The Big
                 Shell is too much ground for just Dead Cell members to hold
                 down. You weren't briefed on any of this? ...And you came in
                 alone to boot? What are you really doing here?
    [Raiden doesn't speak.]
    Pliskin    : Not gonna tell me, huh? Fine with me.
    [Pliskin hands Raiden some cigarettes.]
    Raiden     : I don't smoke.
    Pliskin    : Keep it anyway, may come in handy.
    [Raiden puts the cigarettes in his pocket.  Pliskin pulls out a SOCOM pistol
     and hands it to him too.]
    Pliskin    : Take this too.
    [Raiden takes the SOCOM.]
    Raiden     : Here, take this.
    [The radio on Pliskin's back erupts with a voice.]
    Navy SEAL  : Come in Alpha Zero. This is Bravo Zero, currently at the
                      bridge between Struts B and C. The President is...
    [Gunshots are heard over the radio.]
    Navy SEAL  : Damn, I can't hit this thing! It's like some bad dream.
                      Alpha! Anyone. Come in all Alpha! This is Bravo Zero.
    Raiden     : Aren't you going to answer him?
    [Pliskin reluctantly reaches for the radio.  But an explosion is heard and the
     line goes dead.]
    Pliskin    : The B-C connecting bridge.
    Raiden     : We need to get there. Can you handle it?
    Pliskin    : I need a few more minutes. Remember my frequency, it's 141.80.
    Raiden     : 141.80, got it.
    Pliskin    : I've been briefed on this plant's layout. If you need information
                 about the place or on Dead Cell contact me. Your using
                 nanocommunication, right?
    Raiden     : Yeah, but I can patch into your frequency.
    [Raiden begins to walk up the stairs.]
    Pliskin    : Hey, what's your name?
    Raiden     : Raiden.
    Pliskin    : Raiden? Strange codename.
    Raiden     : Makes up for the boring one my parents gave me.
    [Raiden walks away.]
    Pliskin    : Maybe I'll find out some day.
    [On his way to the BC Connecting Bridge he is contacted by Rose.]
    Rose       : Jack, it's me...
    Raiden     : Everything okay, Rose?
    Rose       : Don't you need to save the mission data?
    Raiden     : Oh yeah -- thanks for the reminder.
    Rose       : Jack, do you remember what day tomorrow is?
    Raiden     : That again... I'm sorry, but I still don't have a clue.
    Rose       : That's okay.
    Raiden     : What is it, Rose? Talk to me.
    Rose       : I'd rather you figure it out. It's important.
    Raiden     : How important?
    Rose       : Important enough. And we'll talk about it, tomorrow.
    Raiden     : Why not now?
    Rose       : Tomorrow seems more -- appropriate. I need all the help I can get
                 so that I won't chicken out anyway.
    Raiden     : Is that the reason you decided to be part of this mission? OK...
                 I'm going to finish this thing by tomorrow, no matter what.
    Rose       : You know I'll do everything I can to help you.
    Raiden     : Rose, there's something I need you to do as an analyst. It has to
                 do with Solid Snake. The leader of this takeover incident is
                 claiming that he's Snake himself.
    Rose       : The legendary mercenary? Hm.
    Raiden     : I need as much data on him as possible. Everything they have on
                 him after the Shadow Moses incident.
    Rose       : He's dead now, isn't he?
    Raiden     : Yes. Should be a burial record somewhere too. You should be able
                 to request top-level security clearance from the Colonel. That
                 should get us into the most classified material.
    Rose       : I'm on it. I'll contact you as soon as I find out something.
    [Raiden signs off.]
    [Raiden reaches the bridge and spots two SEALs firing prone at a target across
     the bridge.  The target is a tall, slim, black woman with blonde hair.  She is
     carrying a menacing gun and at her feet are a man in a suit and a black
     suitcase.  The bullets fired at her seem to move away when they near her.]
    Raiden     : What the hell is that?
    Woman      : Come, put me out of my misery.
    SEAL 1     : This is impossible. Nothing will hit her.
    SEAL 2     : Is she the one they call Fortune?
    [Vamp walks out from the building behind her.  He casually picks up the man
    and the suitcase.  As he begins to walk back to the building he pauses.]
    Vamp       : Queen.
    [He walks back into the building with the President and the black suitcase.]
    Navy SEAL  : Don't let them take the President!
    A group of SEALs advances down the walkway towards Fortune.]
    Navy SEAL  : Ready grenades.
    A SEAL fires a grenade. It rolls to Fortune's side but nothing happens.]
    Navy SEAL  : A dud.
    [The SEALs begin to advance.]
    Fortune    : Today is another bad day.
    [Fortune activates her rail gun and aims it at the SEALs.]
    Fortune    : Is there anyone here that can give me happiness?
    [She fires her rail gun at the SEALs.  The SEALs are thrown into the air and
     off the bridge.  The walkway between the connecting bridge and the Shell 1
     Core is destroyed.  When the smoke clears one of the SEALs is hanging on the
     edge of the destroyed bridge.  He tries to pull himself up but can't.  He
     falls into the ocean below as Fortune looks on unemotionally.]
    [Soon after a seagull falls at her feet, killed by her gun.]
    Fortune    : I'm so sorry my beauties. I'll see you again some day.
    [As Fortune begins to walk away the seagulls begin to fall out of the sky.
     Raiden stops watching and calls the Colonel on the Codec.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, SEAL Team 10's Bravo team was wiped out.
    Colonel    : I see.
    Raiden     : What happened to the cargo choppers?
    Colonel    : Both of them are at the bottom of the harbor. Looks like your
                 new hosts have a Harrier 2.
    Raiden     : A Harrier? What is this?
    Colonel    : Calm down. It just means they anticipated the attack. Besides,
                 since the SEALs drew their fire, your infiltration went off
                 without a hitch. On top of that, we know their defensive
    Raiden     : Are you saying that this was all a feint?
    Colonel    : Raiden, get a hold of yourself. The entire mission is in your
                 hands now, do you understand?
    Raiden     : But...
    Colonel    : There's no time for questions. They could decide to retaliate for
                 that failed assault.
    Raiden     : You mean the hostages?
    Colonel    : They could be in danger, yes. But we need to consider the
                 possibility that they'll blow the whole Shell. If that toxic
                 spill does take place, it'll devastate not only the harbor, but
                 poison the coastline for generations.  Raiden, we've had to
                 adjust the mission objectives. The priority is now on removing
                 those C4's that the terrorists wired over the Big Shell. The
                 President can wait, but this can't.
    Raiden     : Colonel, you know I'm no bomb disposal expert.
    Colonel    : That's not a problem -- the Bravo team brought an explosives pro
                 in with them.  He was supposed to standby on Strut C according to
                 their mission. You should find him there.
    Raiden     : Is this according to simulation too...?
    Colonel    : What are you talking about? Get to Strut C and find him!
    Raiden     : Understood... But I need to ask you something before I go.
    Colonel    : Make it quick.
    Raiden     : Who are they -- Dead Cell, I mean? They couldn't hit her, no
                 matter how hard they tried... And that vampire too. It's -- it's
                 like... It's like being in a nightmare you can't wake up from.
    Rose       : Jack, snap out of it!
    Raiden     : And you Rose -- I can't believe you're on this mission. I keep
                 thinking I'll wake up...
    Rose       : Raiden, this is real. And that's why you won't wake up.
    Raiden     : But nothing seems real.
    Rose       : I've made up my mind to stay with you. Whether this is real or a
                 bad dream, I'll keep watching you, till it's over.
    Raiden     : Thank you, Rose. And I won't let you be just a dream...
    Colonel    : Are you two done? Raiden, you're needed on Strut C.
    [Raiden signs off.]
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    [When Raiden arrives in Strut C he finds a man kneeling on the floor by a
     countertop.  He is wearing an NYPD jacket.]
    Raiden     : Freeze!
    Man        : Don't shoot.
    [The man slowly raises his hands.  He places his hands by a wrench that is
     lying on the countertop.]
    Raiden     : You a cop?
    Man        : I'm not NYPD. I came in with the Bravo Team. Who are you with and
                 what happened to SEAL Team 10?
    Raiden     : There all dead.
    Man        : All of them!? That's bad.
    [The man slowly gets up.]
    Raiden     : Did I tell you could move?
    Pliskin    : It's all right, he's not one of the bad guys.
    [Pliskin is walking towards Raiden calmly.]
    Pliskin    : Don't go pointing that thing everywhere, kid.
    [The man on the ground walks forward.  He uses a cane to help him limp along.]
    Pliskin    : What's your name?
    Man        : My name is Peter, Peter Stillman.
    Pliskin    : A lecturer at NSEOD, Indian Head. Also consultant to the NYPD
                 Bomb Squad.
    Stillman   : A poor old man who got dragged along for this picnic.
    Pliskin    : I thought you retired.
    Stillman   : I did. Can't keep up with everybody, as you can see. And a famous
                 church got wiped off the map, thanks to me, with too many lives
                 inside. All I lost was this leg.
    Raiden     : So your the bomb disposal guy.
    [A picture of Stillman is shown.]
    Pliskin    : Kid, this is THE bomb disposal guy. Open any explosives disposal
                 textbook and you'll see his name.
    Stillman   : Heh, just ancient history now.
    Raiden     : Why did they bring you out of retirement then?
    Stillman   : Because the terrorist group here includes one of my students.
    [A picture of Fatman is shown.]
    Stillman   : The Emperor of Explosives -- Fatman. He built an atomic bomb when
                 he was only ten. I created him in a sense.
    Pliskin    : And that's why you're here...
    Stillman   : I'm pretty rusty. I was supposed to supervise the bomb disposal
                 -- looks like it was taken care of before I had my turn.
    Pliskin    : I wouldn't say that. There are at least two people here that can
                 claim to be experts at bomb disposal.
    Stillman   : Are you two with SEAL Team 10? I didn't see you at the mission
    Pliskin    : Oh were...with another squad. My name is Pliskin, Lieutenant
                 Junior Grade.
    [Pliskin holds out his hand for Stillman to shake but Stillman ignores him.]
    Stillman   : Mr. Pliskin, do you have any experience with explosives disposal?
    Pliskin    : Don't worry about me. And he looks young but he can do it. But
                 we need more manpower.
    Raiden     : I umm...
    Stillman   : What's your name?
    Raiden     : Raiden.
    Stillman   : That's a odd name.
    Raiden     : Any other survivors?
    Stillman   : There was also a engineer with us.
    Raiden     : A engineer?
    [Pictures of the SEALs exiting the choppers are shown.  There is a man in a
     white lab coat walking among them.]
    Stillman   : A skinny guy. He went in with us...
    Raiden     : Where is he?
    Stillman   : I haven't seen him since that skirmish.
    Raiden     : Was he killed?
    Stillman   : I don't think so. I didn't find his body.
    Raiden     : I see...
    Stillman   : They told me he was the security systems architect for the Big
    Raiden     : Why would they take a civilian along?
    Stillman   : Everything in this structure is computer-controlled. He was
                 supposed to get us past all the security measures.
    Raiden     : I never heard anything about that.
    Stillman   : He had official orders with him.
    Pliskin    : We'll leave that for later. Right now, we need to figure out how
                 to deal with all the bombs.
    Raiden     : But there's no one left from the SEAL's EOD (Explosive Ordnance
                 Disposal) squad.
    Pliskin    : Yep. So we have to do it ourselves.
    Raiden     : But I've never defused a bomb before...
    [The Colonel calls Raiden.]
    Raiden     : Hold on a sec.
    Pliskin    : Off to confer with the CO again?
    [Codec screen.]
    Colonel    : Glad to hear Stillman is safe. Assist him in any way possible to
                 clear the C4 from the structure.
    Raiden     : Colonel, you know I've never been trained in bomb disposal.
    Colonel    : It's all right. The man you're working with is the best in the
                 field. All you have to do is follow his directions. You will of
                 course keep your identity and mission objectives to yourself.
    Raiden     : Is it true that an engineer came in with Stillman?
    Colonel    : I wasn't informed of that. It's probably something the SEALs
                 decided on their own. There are more important issues at hand,
                 Raiden. The enemy may retaliate for the failed assault. Get those
                 C4's neutralized now.
    Raiden     : Colonel, I'm not qualified for bomb disposal.
    Rose       : Jack, it's me. You can do this. Trust me.
    Colonel    : You haven't had bomb disposal training per se in VR, but you're
                 more than capable of handling C4.
    Raiden     : ...This is a little different from using C4.
    Colonel    : You're up for this. You know that.
    Pliskin    : How about it, kid? Are the results in yet?
    [Back to Strut C.]
    Stillman   : There's no need to worry so much. You won't actually be
                 dismantling the bombs. That's not for a amateurs. What we'll try
                 here instead is a temporary freezing method. Here, look at this.
    [Stillman pulls out some C4.]
    Stillman   : This is a C4 bomb.
    [He flips a switch on the bomb.]
    Stillman   : It's live, you can see it pulsing.
    [Stillman picks up a canister that resembles a fire extinguisher.]
    Stillman   : Now you spray this on the sucker and...
    [He sprays the bomb.]
    Stillman   : ...there we go. Simple, huh? The spray freezes the detonator
    Raiden     : How long does the effects last?
    Stillman   : There's no way the thing can detonate in this condition. Even if
                 you leave it alone it will stay out of commission for at least 24
    Pliskin    : That's enough time.
    Stillman   : If we had the manpower, I'd recommend complete disposal. But this
                 will have to do. The spray can be used from several yards away.
                 Now check the floor, ceiling, walls, and on the tables,
                 everywhere. Try to imagine the location of the bombs could be.
    Pliskin    : That won't be easy, we don't know a thing about Fatman.
    Stillman   : That won't be a problem.
    [Stillman picks up s small gadget.]
    Stillman   : This sensor detects the scent of the signature on Fatman's bombs.
    Pliskin    : So in other words it sniffs out the bombs.
    Raiden     : What if Fatman uses a different type of scentless bomb?
    [Pictures of Fatman are shown.]
    Stillman   : I know Fatman well. I know how into his own aesthetics he is.
    Pliskin    : Signatures?
    Stillman   : Yes. On every bomb he builds, he always leaves a trace of the
                 cologne he uses. The sensor also picks up that particular scent
    Pliskin    : Is that something he learned from you?
    Stillman   : No, it was his own quirk. He wouldn't work by any rules except
                 his own, and he followed them like a religion. And common sense 
                 isn't one of his strong points. I thought I taught him 
                 everything I knew... I have no children of my own, and I thought
                 I found a son in him.
                 He had the right stuff, you know. There's something very unusual
                 about an ability like that. Even at Indian Head, he got special
                 treatment. Maybe that's what started all this. I didn't teach
                 him the most important thing I had to tell him. There are some
                 things you have to pass on.
    Pliskin    : The trick is to know which one.
    Stillman   : Right... All I taught him were skills. And now I have to stop
                 him from using it to destroy us all.
    Pliskin    : Let's see how well that sensor works.
    Stillman   : Alright. I'm activating it, what. You see the green stuff on the
                 radar? That's the visual representation of the C4 scent detected
                 by the sensors.
    Raiden     : It's a pretty big area, isn't it?
    Pliskin    : Don't complain, it's better than nothing.
    Stillman   : Just activate the sensors and search the area, okay.
    Raiden     : Alright.
    Stillman   : Don't forget that you need the radio to use this. Log into the
                 node in every strut and turn the radar on.
    Pliskin    : We have to keep out of the enemy's sights too.
    Raiden     : Because the radar gets knocked offline when were spotted?
    Stillman   : Exactly. Fatman allotted some C4 here on Strut C as well.
    Raiden     : Here?
    Stillman   : I know the layout of this facility and if he wants to take out
                 the plant, where he would target
    Pliskin    : You know this for sure?
    Stillman   : Of course. I taught him the techniques. His ideas are based on my
                 theories. Demolition is a kind of ideology and makes no
                 exceptions to time or place. Big Shell consists of two hexagons
                 end-on-end north to south. They should be backing C4 on each of
                 the vertexes or the struts in this case. You need at least that to
                 take a building of this integrity out.
    Pliskin    : Six on Shell 1. Another six on Shell 2. A total of twelve bombs
                 at least.
    Stillman   : Considering this shell's architecture and composition from a
                 engineering standpoint, that's my conclusion. And that is exactly
                 what he would have decided as well.
    [Both Raiden and Pliskin take their Coolant Spray and Sensors.]
    Pliskin    : Kid, this place is all yours. I'll take care of Shell 2.
    Stillman   : Take this.
    [Stillman slides a keycard to Raiden.]
    Raiden     : What's this?
    Stillman   : Security cards issued to Shell personnel. The Big Shell security
                 layout includes varying levels off limits. The clearance level is
                 indicated by the number printed on these doors. Raiden, your
                 cardkey can open doors of security level 1. Pliskin, your card
                 can get you into level 3 areas. You need it to get next door to
                 Shell 2.
    Raiden     : How did you get these?
    Stillman   : That engineer I told you about gave it to me. He was supposed to
                 program a set of all access cards once we were on site.
                 Unfortunately, this card won't get you into every area of this
    Pliskin    : We'll have to deal with the remaining security lock-ups as they
                 come up. Let's get going.
    [All of them start walking to the exit.]
    Pliskin    : You stay here.
    Stillman   : No, I'm going.
    Pliskin    : The two of us can handle it, don't worry.
    Stillman   : But...
    Pliskin    : You'll just slow us down with that leg of yours. There's a war
                 going on here.  I don't have time to baby-sit any more.
    Raiden     : Why don't you just let us do all the grunt work. You can tell us
                 what to do over the radio like in the original mission plan.
    [Stillman sits down on a stool.]
    Stillman   : Alright. I'll give you instructions from here. I may also need
                 to prepare a back-up plan just in case.
    Raiden     : In case of what?
    Stillman   : Good luck to both of you. This is a dangerous one.
    Pliskin    : Who dares, wins.
    Stillman   : If anything comes up, let me know. My frequency is 140.15.
    Pliskin    : Good luck, kid. I'll see you later.
    [Pliskin starts walking out.]
    Pliskin    : Semper fi.
    [Pliskin leaves.  Raiden makes a move to follow.]
    Stillman   : That man is no SEAL. I don't even think he's a Navy man.
    Raiden     : What?
    Stillman   : Semper fi... Marine Corps talk.
    Flashbacks of the choppers from the beginning are shown.
    Stillman   : Normally, team leaders stay back and give orders over headphones.
                 And as far as I know SEALs keep their officers away from the
                 field. And "who dares, wins" is a motto of the British Special
                 Air Service.
    Raiden     : Is he one of the terrorists then?
    Stillman   : No, somehow I don't think so. If there is someone to suspect, I'd
                 put my money on you.
    Raiden     : I'm...
    Stillman   : Just take care of those bombs for now.
    [Stillman stands and moves towards a small food pantry.]
    Raiden     : What about you? They could be back in this area soon.
    Stillman   : I'll hide out in this pantry for a while. If I lock the door it
                 should be alright. Plenty of food in here too, so there's no need
                 to worry about me. I'll give you instructions from Codec from
                 here. Good luck.
    Stillman begins to close the pantry door.
    Stillman   : Bomb disposal is a face off with your own mortality. Don't let
                 the fear get to you. When you give into the fear, the darkness
    [Stillman slides the door closed.  Raiden begins to dispose of all the bombs.]
    Raiden     : Raiden here. I took care of the C4 in Strut C. The ceiling of the
                 Women's Bathroom was set to blow.
    Stillman   : That's not like him...
    Raiden     : Anything wrong?
    Stillman   : Maybe. Pliskin's reported other locations too, and none of them
                 are effective demolition points.
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    Stillman   : It means that they wouldn't be the best places to choose if you
                 wanted to destroy this place.
    Raiden     : Are you saying they don't plan on blowing the Shell up?
    Stillman   : It certainly seems that way. So far, we haven't seen anything but
                 a waste of good explosives. Unless of course, we're missing
    Raiden     : A trap?
    Stillman   : He couldn't have overlooked the fact that I would be called into
                 this. There's something going on.
    [Raiden contacts Stillman in Strut A.]
    Raiden     : This is Raiden. The C4 found in Strut A has been frozen and
                 disposed of. Explosives were planted in the Pump Room on the
                 first floor.
    Stillman   : This is all wrong. This is something only an amateur would do.
                 All the bombs that have been found so far don't appear to be in
                 the right kind of locations. And the quantity of explosives isn't
                 sufficient either.
    Raiden     : Even Fatman can make mistakes, right?
    Stillman   : No. there's something else going on here... Get a move on with
                 the disposal, Raiden. I've got a bad feeling about this.
    Raiden     : Do you think it's a trap?
    Stillman   : I don't know, but I'm going to tell Pliskin to watch his back
                 too. Just hurry.
    [During his bomb disposal run, Raiden gets a call from Rose.]
    Rose       : Jack -- it must be so nerve-racking to defuse a bomb...
    Raiden     : Yeah, I'd say so.
    Rose       : OK, that was a stupid thing to say. Sorry.
    Raiden     : That's all right. It's just that I've never been trained in this
    Rose       : You okay? Are you feeling well?
    Raiden     : I almost threw up a few times.
    Rose       : Oh Jack...
    Raiden     : But I'm okay. It's not like I'm in this alone.
    Rose       : Oh -- yeah, that's true. What do you think about when you're
                 defusing those things?
    Raiden     : I don't think so much as remember. And I know that I need to
                 resist that, and keep my mind blank. I can't let myself be
                 overwhelmed by the fear.
    Rose       : So, am I a part of what you try not to remember?
    Raiden     : ...
    Rose       : I was just kidding. But I guess this isn't a good time for that.
    Raiden     : No, it is. And I do think about you. I'm trying to remember
                 what's so special about April 30th.
    Rose       : Any success?
    Raiden     : No, not yet.
    Rose       : You need to stay alive so you can.
    Raiden     : Okay, that's a deal.
    Rose       : Hey Jack? I bet bomb disposal's a lot like starting a
    Raiden     : Huh? What are you talking about?
    Rose       : Carefully dismantling emotional defenses, being on your toes
                 constantly... you know?
    Raiden     : I guess. Neither of them are my strong point.
    Rose       : It's true that you're not the most patient man in the world.
    Raiden     : It's not that. I like to leave things as they are.
    Rose       : Are you afraid of what might be hidden inside?
    Raiden     : Not afraid, just -- unwilling... to deal with complications.
    Rose       : Like me?
    Raiden     : You're --
    Rose       : Hey Jack?
    Raiden     : Yeah?
    Rose       : Do you know why I took this job? I wanted to see what you were
                 really like.
    Raiden     : But we've been together a while. You know me already.
    Rose       : No -- you never let me in past a certain point. And I need to
                 know what's there.
    Raiden     : ...Hahhhh. Are you trying to take me apart now?
    Rose       : Hey, it's not important. Good luck, Jack.
    [End transmission.]
    [On the EF Connecting Bridge Raiden gets a call from a mysterious person.]
    ???        : Be careful! There are Claymore mines around there.
    Raiden     : Who is this!
    ???        : Stealth-equipped Claymore mines, invisible to the naked eye. Use
                 the mine detector.
    Raiden     : Identify yourself.
    ???        : Just call me "Deepthroat."
    Raiden     : Deepthroat? You mean from Shadow Moses?
    Deepthroat : Mr. X, then.
    Raiden     : Mr. X now, is it? Why would it matter if I called you Deepthroat?
    Mr. X      : Never mind about that.
    Raiden     : Why did you contact me?
    Mr. X      : Let's just say I'm one of your fans.
    [End transmission.  Raiden calls up the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, someone calling himself Mr. X just contacted me. Do you
                 know anything about it?
    Colonel    : No -- and whoever it was, it wasn't a burst transmission. The
                 transmission was sent from within the Big Shell.
    Raiden     : He called himself "Deepthroat" at first. Do you think -- ?
    Colonel    : I caught that part too, but the possibility of it being true is
                 none. Gray Fox was the one who used that alias in Shadow Moses,
                 and he's dead.
    Raiden     : Is it an enemy trap?
    Colonel    : Could be. Exercise extreme caution.
    [Raiden approaches the Heliport on Strut E. He hears a woman talking to a man
     over the radio. The woman is Olga Gurlukovich (from the Tanker Chapter). The
     man is unidentified.]
    Man        : I've taken care of that annoying fly. What's the situation over
    Olga       : Puzzling. I saw a man dressed as a Ninja just now.
    Man        : Ninja?
    Olga       : It's the only way to describe it. A kind of Cyborg Ninja,
                 complete with a sword.
    Man        : What?
    Olga       : Are you hiding something from me?
    Man        : Olga. Are you sure it wasn't a Arsenal Tengu?
    Olga       : Don't be a fool to think I wouldn't know the difference. I've
                 never seen field gear like that ever.
    Man        : Alright, we'll intensify patrols. Anything else?
    Olga       : Actually, one more thing. You'll find it hard to believe though.
                 I saw a man hiding under a cardboard box.
    Man        : Where?
    Olga       : On the connecting bridge to Shell 2.
    Man        : Hmm...
    Olga       : So you believe me this time?
    Man        : I've seen someone use that box trick before. We'll lay a trap
                 on the Shell 2 connecting bridge.
    Olga       : Over and out then.
    [As Olga puts away her radio Raiden leaps out with his gun drawn.]
    Raiden     : Freeze! You must be one of Dead Cell.
    Olga       : Of course not. What a thing to say.
    Raiden     : Drop your gun!
    Olga       : Not a chance.
    [Olga leaps over the railing sideways.  Raiden rushes to the edge but sees
     nobody there.  He contacts Pliskin.]
    Raiden     : I saw a female soldier -- Russian.
    Pliskin    : Must be Olga Gurlukovich.
    Raiden     : How do you know?
    Pliskin    : Unlike you, I've been briefed.
    Raiden     : She's not a Dead Cell?
    Pliskin    : No, she commands a Russian private army.
    Raiden     : They must be the ones patrolling the Big Shell.
    Pliskin    : That's right. She's led the group ever since her old man, Colonel
                 Gurlukovich, died. Watch yourself with her. She's a tough one.
    [Raiden freezes the bomb atop Strut E.]
    Raiden     : Raiden here. The C4 reported on the roof of Strut E has been
                 taken care of. Explosives were planted on the Harrier 2 stationed
                 on the roof.
    Stillman   : Good work. Only one more left to go...
    Pliskin    : This is Pliskin. Do you read me, Pete?
    Stillman   : I'm here. What's up?
    Pliskin    : Raiden, you need to hear this too.
    Raiden     : I'm listening.
    Pliskin    : I checked out the bottom of Strut H for you, Pete.
    Raiden     : Wait -- what's this about?
    Stillman   : I asked Pliskin to look around. Knowing Fatman, I can't shake the
                 feeling that all the bombs so far were just wrong.
    Raiden     : So did you find anything?
    Pliskin    : A hell of a lot of C4's packed into the bottom of the strut. Pete
                 called it right.
    Stillman   : I knew he had the real thing up his sleeve...
    Raiden     : So all the other ones were dummies?
    Stillman   : No, they're a threat all right, but the detonation wouldn't be
                 enough to destroy the entire Shell. But the C4's Pliskin found
                 would inflict serious structural damage.
    Pliskin    : That's not the bad news either. These are sensor-proof.
    Stillman   : What!?
    Pliskin    : New model, I guess. The ionization sensor can't detect them. The
                 whole thing is sealed tight to prevent vapor leak, and there's
                 no trace of that cologne signature. Pete, looks like he fooled
    Stillman   : Yes...
    Raiden     : But you managed to find the thing anyway?
    Pliskin    : It was sheer luck.
    Raiden     : Bombs that are invisible to the sensor...
    Pliskin    : Any ideas, Pete?
    Stillman   : Are there more out there? I'll go see for myself.
    Raiden     : You can't move fast enough.
    Pliskin    : He's right. I can try the spray from a distance.
    Stillman   : Hold on! There's something not right about this one, I can feel
    Pliskin    : Well, Pete? Should I come back and get you?
    Stillman   : No, there's no need. Raiden, you have one left to go, correct?
    Raiden     : Right -- except for those scentless ones.
    Stillman   : How about you, Pliskin?
    Pliskin    : I have two left not counting this one.
    Stillman   : OK... It'll have to be me. I have the level 4 card that'll get
                 me into Shell 2 in any case.
    Raiden     : You'll never make it. With that bad leg of yours, they'll spot
                 you for sure.
    Stillman   : That won't happen. I... I can walk just fine. I can even run...
                 That bomb, five years ago. I messed up. Even with all my
                 experience, I lost it. And a church was lost in the explosion. 
                 All those kids playing nearby too... These past five years, I've
                 lived a lie.
    Raiden     : Lied?
    Stillman   : Yes, lied. I didn't lose my leg in the explosion. So many dead
                 -- all because of my mistake. All I could think about was hiding
                 from the crime, shielding myself from the public outcry. I wanted
                 people to be sorry for me, for my weakness... I faked being a
                 victim myself because I couldn't bear to face the families of the
                 real victims. This is no prosthetic. I can keep my footing on
                 catwalks and hike over deserts. I lived my lie so well I haven't
                 even answered to myself for my sins... It was supposed to be a
                 shield. And it's become a shroud instead. I've killed my soul by
                 playing the victim. Instead of protecting me, it's made my life
                 even more hellish.
    Raiden     : What good can that do the victims?
    Stillman   : I know -- I'm a coward!
    Pliskin    : Hey, Pete...
    Stillman   : God forgive me... I can walk with my own two feet. And I need
                 them to stop Fatman. His crimes are also mine -- one of omission,
                 and arrogance. No one should teach the skills I taught him
                 without a clear conscience. This is the only way I can defuse my
                 own sins.
    Pliskin    : I get you, Pete. That one's all yours. You got it, Raiden?
    Raiden     : I understand.
    Pliskin    : Pete, I've taken care of guards in Struts G and H of Shell 2. I
                 wouldn't recommend you go into any of the other struts.
    Stillman   : I owe you one.
    Pliskin    : I'll get back to freezing the baby bombs then.
    Stillman   : You do that too, Raiden. I'll have the radio with me, if you need
                 to get in touch. Just don't ask for "Peg-Legged Peter." He's gone
                 for good.
    [Raiden defuses the last bomb.]
    Raiden     : I have the last C4 frozen. There's nothing showing up on the
                 sensor now.
    Pliskin    : You're way ahead of me, kid. I still have one to go. How's your
                 bomb, Peter?
    Stillman   : It's a bomb all right. Sealed C4, and in huge quantities...
    Raiden     : You think there's another one in Shell 1?
    Stillman   : For sure. Somewhere at the bottom of Strut A.
    Raiden     : Why are you so certain?
    Stillman   : If this bottom section of the strut is demolished, Shell 2 will
                 be well on its way to destruction.
    Raiden     : You mean that Shell 2 will actually sink?
    Stillman   : Not immediately. There'll still be five struts left. But, if
                 Shell 1 loses a strut at the same time, it'll be a very different
                 story. The Big Shell's structural integrity depends on a very
                 exact balance. If both Shells lose a strut each, the whole
                 structure will tear itself apart under its own weight.
    Pliskin    : What do we do?
    Stillman   : I have a sensor that can locate even those scentless C4's. It
                 makes combined use of a neutron scintillator and a hydrogen bomb
    Raiden     : You brought that stuff with you?
    Stillman   : Of course. I made the calibrations while I was in the pantry.
    Raiden     : Does it work?
    Stillman   : I just tested it, and it definitely responds. But the best I can
                 do is a sound beacon, not the radar.
    Raiden     : Sound?
    Stillman   : The shorter the interval between beacons, the closer the target.
    Raiden     : I get you.
    Stillman   : There's another one in that pantry I was in. You can go back and
                 get it.
    Pliskin    : It's all yours, Raiden.
    Stillman   : I'm going to study it some more, and see if the freezing process
                 will work. Don't touch the other one until I say so.
    Raiden     : OK. I'll standby until you radio in.
    [Raiden grabs the C4 sensor.]
    Raiden     : Peter, I have Sensor B.
    Stillman   : Good. Head to the bottom of Strut A.
    Raiden     : How's your invisible bomb?
    Stillman   : I'm looking at it, but I'm keeping my distance. How's Pliskin
    Pliskin    : A few more minutes... I just got to the last strut, but there
                 are a few enemy sentries I have to take care of.
    Raiden     : Does it look bad, Peter?
    Stillman   : Maybe. It's an odd one -- the detonator hasn't been activated.
                 But the sensors are live... Which means...
    Pliskin    : This is Pliskin. I've located the last C4.
    Stillman   : Is that it!?
    Pliskin    : I'm about to freeze it. Then --
    Stillman   : Wait! Pliskin!
    [Pliskin freezes the bomb.  Suddenly there is a beeping noise on Stillman's
    Stillman   : Damn! That WAS it! The detonator just woke up. It's counting
    Raiden     : What happened!?
    Stillman   : The big ones were rigged to be activated when all the baby C4's
                 went offline... Raiden, the one in Shell 1 should be counting
                 down too. Hurry!
    Raiden     : What's the remaining time!?
    Stillman   : 300 seconds.
    Raiden     : 300 seconds?
    Stillman   : Raiden, move! Get to the bottom of Strut A now!
    [Raiden heads for the Deep Sea Dock.  On his way down he receives a call from
    Stillman   : Raiden, Pliskin, listen carefully.
    Stillman   : I fell for it.
    Raiden     : Fell for what?
    Stillman   : Fatman has my number. A proximity trigger. Microwave.
    Raiden     : Microwave?
    Stillman   : With a 7-foot range. It's not a technique I taught him. Neither
                 was that multi-bomb booby trap. Looks like he's far surpassed me
                 as far as explosives technique goes. As for the rest --
    Pliskin    : Pete, get the hell out of there!
    Stillman   : There's less than 30 seconds left. It's too late. Pliskin, get
                 away from Strut H, as fast as you can.
    Pliskin    : Pete --
    Stillman   : Raiden, keep your distance. Use the spray from as far away as
                 possible. You can do it. I know that.
    Raiden     : I'm not so sure...
    Stillman   : But I am. Do it, I know you can.
    [The bomb goes off.  Stillman screams as his line drops dead.]
    [Raiden reaches and defuses the final bomb.  He calls the Colonel]
    Raiden     : Colonel, I've neutralized the bomb. It was a great loss for
    Colonel    : Yes it was.
    Raiden     : Colonel, any damage report on the explosion?
    Colonel    : Seems that the duct for diverting the contaminated sea water was
                 destroyed. And the central section of Shell 2 is flooding. The
                 explosion's ignited the oil slick on the surface.
    Raiden     : What about the toxins?
    Colonel    : The chemicals stayed in containment. There's no immediate danger.
    Raiden     : Is the Big Shell stable?
    Colonel    : Shell 1 was unaffected. The price was high, but the threat of the
                 bomb is over for now.
    Raiden     : What's the next objective?
    Colonel    : Rescue the President. Get back to the upper level.
    Raiden     : Roger that.
    [A few seconds later Raiden gets another call.]
    Raiden     : Raiden, the terrorists have retaliated for our bomb
    Colonel    : A hostage has been killed -- shot in the head. They shot one of
                 them on the roof, just to make sure we caught it. One of our
                 satellites caught it, clear as day.
    Raiden     : Damn!
    Colonel    : They announced that they would kill one every hour from now on.
    Raiden     : What are my orders? What should I do?
    Colonel    : Stay with your mission objective. Rescue the President.
    Raiden     : What about the other hostages?
    Colonel    : President Johnson is your first priority.
    Raiden     : Priority my butt. They're all in danger!
    Rose       : Jack, be reasonable. I know what you're feeling, but you can't
                 save them all.
    Raiden     : No, not by myself.
    Colonel    : Are you expecting that Pliskin to come through?
    Raiden     : Well...
    Colonel    : Looks like he's turned his radio off too.
    Raiden     : I can't complete this mission by myself.
    Colonel    : That man was not included in the simulation. He is not a factor
                 in this mission.
    Raiden     : What do you mean by that, Colonel?
    Colonel    : Your mission must remain a solo effort.
    Raiden     : What about the SEALs? No second attempt?
    Colonel    : They haven't even gotten to planning that. All we can do is wait.
                 In the meantime, you're our only hope.
    Raiden     : ...I understand.
    Colonel    : Raiden, go and rescue the President. You can start off by getting
                 to the upper level of Strut A.
    [Raiden moves through the next door.  He can hear the sound of the elevator
     descending.  Out of the elevator steps Fortune with her rail gun.  She walks
     forward slowly.  On the floor a gathering of sea lice begins to split before
     her as she walks towards them.]
    Fortune    : I can't tell you how happy I am to see your alive after all. I
                 knew this moment would come. Show yourself and finish me -- like
                 you finished off my father. Otherwise you will be the one to die.
    [Fortune activates her rail cannon.]
    Raiden     : Oh crap.
    [Fortune shoots off a round towards Raiden.  He leaps to the side, barely
     avoiding the shot.  He rolls out to the side and draws his SOCOM and points
     it at Fortune.]
    Fortune    : That's not him. This could be -- interesting. You've seen the
                 fires of hell -- haven't you?
    [The elevator door closes and it goes up, trapping Raiden down in the Deep 
     Sea Dock.]
    Fortune    : Maybe you can give me death. My name is Fortune. Lucky in war and
                 nothing else. And without a death to call my own. Hurry. Kill me,
    [Fortune and Raiden battle.  Raiden tries to shoot but all his shots get
     deflected and miss their target.  Raiden is contacted by the Colonel after a
     long time of dodging her shots.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, Fatman just contacted us directly.
    Raiden     : Fatman called US?
    Colonel    : Yes. Looks like he placed a bomb on the heliport. He specifically
                 asked for you, Raiden.
    Raiden     : What!?
    Colonel    : He's killed off Peter. Now he's after you.
    Raiden     : Why me?
    Colonel    : How should I know?
    Raiden     : Look. This is really not a good time for this.
    Colonel    : The countdown's already begun, Raiden!
    Raiden     : Great, how much time do I have left?
    Colonel    : I'll show you the count. There are 400 seconds remaining.
    Raiden     : So he's planning on taking this place out.
    Colonel    : It looks like he has a different agenda from that of Dead Cell.
    Raiden     : What about backup?
    Colonel    : None. There's no time.
    Raiden     : Which type of explosives is it?
    Colonel    : He didn't say.
    [End transmission.  The elevator descends as Raiden peers out from a crate. 
     When the doors open Vamp walks towards Fortune.]
    Vamp       : I'll take over Queen. It seems our friend Fatman is out of
    Fortune    : He'll actually try to destroy this place?
    Vamp       : Yes, this could unravel everything we planned.
    Fortune    : But why would he do such a thing?
    Vamp       : Who knows. But he nothing more than a stereotypical mad bomber
                 now. He's completely lost sight of our ideals. And with it, his
                 loyalty to Commander Jackson.
    Fortune    : Alright. I'll take care of the wayward soul.
    [Fortune lowers her weapon.]
    Fortune    : It wasn't him.
    Vamp       : Very unfortunate.
    Fortune    : I expected more of this one, really.
    Vamp       : So he couldn't kill you I see.
    Fortune    : Completely useless.
    Vamp       : Then he's all mine.
    Fortune    : Later, Vamp.
    [Raiden whirls from his hiding place.]
    Raiden     : Now!
    [He fires off three or four rounds at Fortune but they all veer off course.
     Two of the bullets hit Vamp.  One in the stomach and one in the head.  He
     falls backwards.  A startled Fortune catches him before he hits the ground.]
    Fortune    : !
    [Raiden fires three more shots.  they all miss.]
    Raiden     : Damn!
    [Raiden moves back to his hiding place.]
    Fortune    : Vamp. Are you gone? No. No that bullet was meant for me... Why am
                 I the only one that can't die? Alone again... Cheated out of
                 death again... How long will you force me to live? How much
                 longer dad?
    [Fortune starts to cry.]
    Fortune    : You've punished me enough.
    [Raiden slowly advances towards Fortune with his gun drawn.]
    Fortune    : I thought you could give me peace. But you couldn't kill me
    [Raiden moves past Fortune, never taking his gun or eyes off of her.  As
     Raiden steps in Fortune's tears roll off of her face and strike Vamp.  After
     Raiden has ascended Vamp lets out an icy breath.]
    Vamp       : There's no need for sorrow, Queen.
    Fortune    : !
    Vamp       : I died once already. I cannot die twice.
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    [Raiden makes it to Strut E and defuses the bomb atop the heliport.]
    Fatman     : So your the one. You're right on time I see. I like a punctual
    [Raiden spins with his gun drawn.]
    Raiden     : Is he Dead Cell?
    Fatman     : I am Fatman. I am the greatest humanity has to offer and the
    [Ticking can be heard.]
    Fatman     : Can you hear it? Hear this rhythm? This is the rhythm of time --
                 and life! Don't you love the sound. I used to hang around
                 department store clock counters.
    [Fatman pops out from behind a crate.  He has roller blades on and he is
     wearing a green bomb suit with leg guards.  He is holding a glass of red wine
     with a straw.]
    Fatman     : Life is short! Bombs tell the time with every moment of their
                 existence and nothing else announces it's own end with such a
                 fanfare. Glad you could make it -- the party is about to start.
    [Fatman sips at his wine.]
    Fatman     : Yum. Good year. Let's drink to Stillman -- shall we?
    Raiden     : If you destroy the Big Shell, you'll never get your ransom.
    Fatman     : Ransom? What are you talkin' about?
    Raiden     : Thirty billion dollars in cash.
    [Fatman bursts out laughing.]
    Raiden     : !?
    Fatman     : So that's what's going on?
    Raiden     : What the hell are you talking about?
    Fatman     : Oh, you'll know soon enough. And I could care less of what they
                 plan to do. My ambitions are much more simple. To be the most
                 famous bomber of them all.
    Raiden     : Your nuts, nobody is gonna give a damn about you.
    Fatman     : Oh yes they will. I'll go down in history -- as the man who beat
                 Peter Stillman. That's the only reason I existed.
    Raiden     : Like hell you beat Stillman, he had your number.
    Fatman     : What did you say?
    Raiden     : You had nothing of his courage.
    [Fatman laughs.]
    Raiden     : What are you laughing at?
    Fatman     : That crock died a dishonorable death. Six months ago...
    Raiden     : Six months ago... The liquidation of Dead Cell.
    Fatman     : Call it what you want. Only the right stuff survived that hell.
                 Set me free you know... Opened my way to a new dimension. So I
                 can become the Emperor among detonation devotees!
    Raiden     : Your nothing but a common criminal and that's the only way people
                 will remember you.
    [Fatman chucks his wine glass on the ground.  It shatters.  Fatman throw up
     his arms.
    Fatman     : How dare you! I'm an artist.
    [Fatman moves behind a storage container.]
    Fatman     : This is why I dislike boorish military types. It's time to start
                 the party...This is how it works: I plant a bomb...and it will
                 explode after that. If you prefer to stay in one piece -- you
                 will have to disable my bombs. "Laugh and grow fat!" Let's move!
    [Raiden disables the bombs quickly and manages to wound the bomber.  Fatman
     collapses to the ground.  When Raiden reaches him blood is starting to seep
     through the chest of his bomb suit.]
    Fatman     : My suit... Oh, no... I've nothing to wear to the party...
    Raiden     : The party is over for you.
    Fatman     : That's what you think...
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    [Fatman pulls out a small black device and pushes a button on it.  A beeping
     noise is heard.  Raiden grabs the black device.]
    Raiden     : What did you just do? What is this!?
    Fatman     : I have beautiful hands. These delicate hands can craft works of
    [Raiden tears off the face shield of Fatman's bomb suit.]
    Raiden     : Answer me, what the hell is this!
    Fatman     : This is the switch for the biggest bomb in the entire place.
    Raiden     : Huh?
    [Raiden tosses the switch to the side and aims his gun at it.]
    Fatman     : It's no use -- once it's activate there's no stopping the count.
    Raiden     : Where did you plant it? Where is it!?
    Fatman     : Somewhere in this area... Don't worry, it's very close by.
    Raiden     : Where is it!?
    Fatman     : Go ahead, shoot me -- I'm already dead.
    Raiden     : Damn!
    Fatman     : Think you can find it? When it goes off it'll take the Big Shell
                 with it.
    Raiden     : Tell me where I can find the bomb!
    Fatman     : That's your problem... This is the highlight of the party. Bring
                 it on I say. It'll make them happy too. I die here -- and start
                 my legend. Too bad you won't be around to see the movies...
                 "Laugh and grow fat!"
    [Fatman dies.  Raiden lifts up Fatman's body to find the last bomb.  He
     quickly freezes it.  The Colonel calls him up.]
    Colonel    : Good work, Raiden. Looks like all the bombs are neutralized. One
                 of their main leverages is now gone. That leaves --
    Raiden     : Colonel, Fatman didn't seem to know about the ransom demands.
    Colonel    : Intentionally kept in the dark, I'd say. He seemed to be coming
                 from a very different place from the other terrorists. Raiden, a
                 lot of hostages -- our President included -- are still in danger.
                 Keep your mind focused on protecting them.
    Raiden     : ... What are my orders?
    Colonel    : Rescue the President.
    Raiden     : We have no idea where he is.
    Colonel    : You haven't been in the central core yet. I suggest you start
    Raiden     : Wait, I have another call. Want me to take it?
    Colonel    : No, I'll go offline. Best to keep our presence unknown.
    [Pliskin is on the other line.]
    Pliskin    : How're you doing, kid?
    Raiden     : Pliskin!? Is everything all right?
    Colonel    : Could be better. Looks like I was out cold for a while.
    Raiden     : How did you manage to stay alive?
    Pliskin    : Had a little help from a friend.
    Raiden     : Friend?
    Pliskin    : What about the bomb?
    Raiden     : Defused. And Fatman too.
    Pliskin    : That's good news.
    Raiden     : How's Shell 2?
    Pliskin    : It's a mess. The bomb crippled H Strut.
    Raiden     : What about the toxins?
    Pliskin    : The what?
    Raiden     : If the Big Shell blows up, the explosion is expected to produce
                 massive amounts of toxins...
    Pliskin    : I've never heard anything about that.
    Raiden     : Well, looks like there's not much danger of that in any case.
    Pliskin    : But the central core is starting to flood. It won't last much
    Raiden     : What about the President and the other hostages?
    Pliskin    : They weren't in Shell 2. They must be in Shell 1.
    Raiden     : We need to get the hostages out of here now.
    Pliskin    : It's too far from Manhattan for a swim.
    Raiden     : What about the lifeboats?
    Pliskin    : There doesn't seem to be any. Doesn't make sense.
    Raiden     : So a chopper is our only extraction?
    Pliskin    : Right. And it comes with a passenger limit. Intel has it that
                 there are about thirty hostages.
    Raiden     : It'd take more than a single trip.
    Pliskin    : We'll have to come back.
    Raiden     : Can you pilot a chopper?
    Pliskin    : No, but I brought a gearhead with me. He's a good guy. I'll
                 introduce you later.
    Raiden     : Pliskin, I'm on the heliport right now, but I don't see their
                 Harrier. It's out somewhere.
    Pliskin    : We'd better move now then. Our chances with a Harrier after us
                 are close to nothing.
    Raiden     : Do you know where the President is?
    Pliskin    : No. That one's all yours.
    Raiden     : The President is at the top of our rescue list. These are our
                 orders, Lieutenant J.G.
    Pliskin    : Your orders. Not mine. See you later, kid.
    [End transmission.  As Raiden exits the heliport a ninja pops out from
     nowhere.  He looks very similar to Grey Fox in MGS but his suit is colored
    Ninja      : You passed with flying colors.
    [Raiden whips out his gun.]
    Raiden     : Identify yourself.
    [The Ninja draws his sword.]
    Ninja      : I'm like you...I have no name.
    Raiden     : Are you Mr. X?
    Ninja      : Hmm...if you like.
    [Mr. X puts his sword back in it's sheath.]
    Mr. X      : But come, let's get out of the open. Follow me.
    [They walk to the edge of the strut, which is slightly enclosed.]
    Raiden     : Are you with FOXHOUND too?
    Mr. X      : Neither enemy nor friend. Just a messenger from the
    [Mr. X taps his helmet.  He contacts Raiden over the Codec.]
    Mr. X      : This is safer, I think.
    Raiden     : Safe from what?
    Mr. X      : Eavesdropping, of course.
    Raiden     : All right -- why did you contact me?
    Mr. X      : I've been ordered to give you backup, including the relaying of
                 necessary intel.
    Raiden     : Ordered by whom? Why won't you identify yourself?
    Mr. X      : There is no need for you to know.
    Raiden     : I'll decide whether I need to know.
    Mr. X      : You are not yet trusted to make such decisions. I'll tell you
                 something you do need to know, instead. The current location of
                 the President. Or rather, the person who knows the current
                 location of the President.
    Raiden     : Who is it?
    Mr. X      : A Secret Service agent named Ames, currently being held with the
                 other hostages.
    Raiden     : Secret Service, huh.
    Mr. X      : The head of the President's security detail. Ames has been fitted
                 with the same type of VIP nanomachine system as the President. If
                 you're within range, you should be able to communicate.
    Raiden     : Why are you telling me this?
    Mr. X      : Do I need to repeat myself?
    Raiden     : There's no reason for me to believe any of this. You understand
    Mr. X      : Of course. But you also have no choice but to believe.
    Raiden     : Do you have any other leads? ...Where are those hostages?
    Mr. X      : Ha ha ha ha.
    [A room with about 30 or so hostages is shown.]
    Mr. X      : The hostages are being held in B1 Conference Room in the Shell 1
                 Core. You'll find him in there.
    Raiden     : What does he look like?
    Mr. X      : We don't know if it is indeed a "he"
    Raiden     : How am I supposed to look for someone without even a description?
    Mr. X      : Use your ears.
    Raiden     : What's that supposed to mean?
    Mr. X      : Ames has a pacemaker. You'll be able to hear the machine's sound
                 in a heartbeat.
    Raiden     : You expect me to walk up to every one of these hostages and
                 listen to their heartbeats?
    Mr. X      : The sounds are too minute to be hear unamplified -- you'll be
                 captured immediately.
    Raiden     : So what am I supposed to do?
    Mr. X      : Use a directional microphone. There's one somewhere in the core.
    [Mr. X hands Raiden a keycard.]
    Mr. X      : Take this. This security card will unlock all the level 3
                 security doors including those in the Shell 1 core. It's called
                 a PAN card. It works together with your body's own electrical
                 field. And watch yourself. The Core is more heavily guarded than
                 any other section of the Big Shell. You'll get nowhere dressed
                 like that. Try this instead...
    [Mr. X throws Raiden a terrorist BDU.]
    Raiden     : One of the terrorists?
    Mr. X      : The surveillance camera won't let you on the elevator without
                 the right uniform.
    Raiden     : You want me to disguise myself?
    Mr. X      : Men assigned to the Core and other areas are given different
                 color uniforms. The uniform alone won't get you in there.
    Raiden     : Your talking about weapons.
    Mr. X      : Yes, you need a AK.
    Raiden     : But I saw them carrying AN94's.
    Mr. X      : All men assigned to the core section are carrying AK's.
    Raiden     : So without a AKs-74u someone will see through me really quickly.
    Mr. X      : You can take care of the weapon part yourself. One more thing...
    Raiden     : There's more?
    Mr. X      : You'll also have to pass a retinal scan to get into the
                 conference hall.
    [The retina scanner is shown.]
    Raiden     : Biometrics. Crap.
    Mr. X      : Nothing but the real thing will suffice. Deception is not an
    [Codec screen.]
    Mr. X      : I suggest you hurry. They have the nuke on their side.
    Raiden     : The nuke!? They have a nuclear weapon WITH them?
    Mr. X      : You didn't find their continuing presence here unusual? Even with
                 the President as hostage, this is an island -- and they have no
                 visible means of escape...
    Raiden     : Even if they do have a nuke, the warhead is no good without an
                 access code. The security lockout can't be bypassed...
    Mr. X      : They don't need to. They have the code.
    [Picture of the dead Navy captain and the black briefcase.]
    Mr. X      : You saw it too I believe -- the Navy man with half a handcuff.
                 The other half was attached to the football, or the black case if
                 you like. The nuclear button, and now they have it.
    [Codec Screen.]
    Raiden     : Why did they have to bring the football along? To a
                 decontamination plant, of all places.
    Mr. X      : But they did have to. Because, after all, the Big Shell is the
                 farthest thing from a cleanup plant there is. Dead Cell didn't
                 have to bring a nuke along with them. It was right here to begin
                 with. Nothing in this affair is what it seems.
    Raiden     : A cover-up -- but why? For what?
    Mr. X      : For Metal Gear, that is housed here.
    [Quick pictures of Metal Gear Ray are shown.]
    Raiden     : Metal Gear!?
    Mr. X      : The very same. Bipedal nuclear-capable vehicle of Shadow Moses
                 infamy. This place is the R&D center for it's newest incarnation.
    Raiden     : What the hell is going on?
    Mr. X      : Better ask Ames the rest.
    [Mr. X hands Raiden a phone.]
    Raiden     : What's this for?
    Mr. X      : You might be glad you have it. Keep the controller vibration
                 function on.
    [Raiden looks down at the phone.]
    Raiden     : What would I need a cell phone for?
    [When Raiden looks up Mr. x is gone.  He quickly contacts the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, who was that man just now?
    Colonel    : He's not one of ours. No -- we have no one like that in our unit.
    Raiden     : He said that the Big Shell was housing a new model of Metal Gear.
    Colonel    : First I've heard of it.
    Raiden     : Colonel, what are you not telling me?
    Colonel    : I've been completely open with you, Raiden. I've told you
    Raiden     : Is that everything you know -- or everything I need to know?
    Colonel    : Snap out of it, Raiden! I'll have the Metal Gear rumor looked
                 into. You need to make contact with this Ames.
    Raiden     : So you believe that Ninja?
    Colonel    : Since we have no leads on the President's current location, we
                 have no other alternatives. Right now, collect as much data as
                 you can, including anything on Metal Gear.
    Raiden     : Are those my orders.
    Colonel    : Yes they are. Disguise yourself as an enemy soldier and
                 infiltrate the Shell 1 Core.
    Raiden     : Understood.
    [Raiden finds an AK and makes his way into the Shell 1 Core.  He passes the
     retinal scan by capturing an enemy soldier and have him use the device.]
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                         05)  Is that really Solid Snake?
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    [As Raiden enters we can see that the room is filled with men and women in
     business suits and various formal attire.  There is a guard patrolling as
     Raiden makes his way down the stairs.  When he reaches the bottom he is
     contacted by the Colonel.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, one of those hostages in there is Ames. The only thing we
                 know is that Ames wears a pacemaker. His heartbeat should sound
                 different from other people's, so use the directional microphone
                 to locate him. Once you recognize Ames by his heartbeat, keep the
                 microphone pointed toward him. Then push the Action Button and
                 call out to him. If it really is Ames, he should respond in some
    Raiden     : What if it's the wrong person?
    Colonel    : The guards may get suspicious and come running instead. Security
                 could get tighter too.
    Rose       : Try to be sure before you take the risk.
    Colonel    : Don't call out to a hostage with the Action button until you're
                 fairly sure that it's Ames. If you do make a mistake, switch the
                 microphone for an AK and get out of there before a guard gets
                 suspicious. If you're discovered inside, they'll cut off your
                 retreat and call in the reinforcements. You won't make it out of
                 the room. The mission will be over if your discovered.
                 Don your disguise and look for Ames while deflecting the enemy's
    [Raiden finds Ames with the microphone and he kneels down to him and whispers
     to him.]
    Raiden     : You must be Ames. Keep still and listen to me. I'm not a
                 terrorist. I got in here using one of their uniforms. I'm taking
                 off the tape, stay quiet.
    [Raiden rips the tape off Ames' mouth.]
    Ames       : Who told you about me?
    Raiden     : An informant calling himself Mr. X, dressed as a Ninja.
    Ames       : I see. Take this thing off me, will you?
    [Raiden takes the tape off of Ame's eyes.]
    Ames       : I'm Richard Ames.
    Raiden     : Secret service?
    Ames       : No, I was sent in by the la-li-lu-le-lo, just like you.
    Raiden     : What?
    [Revolver Ocelot watches this scene from a security center.  He snorts in
    Ames       : Your here to find out where the President is. We have little
                 time so I'll be brief. How about switching to nanocommunications
    Raiden     : Nanocommunications?
    Ames       : Right, silence beats talk when it comes to safety.
    [Ames and Raiden converse on the Codec.]
    Ames       : Are you on?
    Raiden     : Right here. Do you really know where the President is?
    Ames       : Almost certainly. He was moved to the first floor of Shell 2's
                 core section.
    Raiden     : The first floor, the core of Shell 2... Is he still there?
    Ames       : I don't know. I can't get a response.
    Raiden     : You don't think he's been -- like the other hostages...? A
                 hostage was killed in retaliation after the SEAL 10 disaster, 
    Ames       : What are you talking about? Regardless of what they do to other
                 hostages, they won't touch the President.
    Raiden     : What makes you so sure?
    Ames       : The case.
    Raiden     : You mean the nuclear button they took?
    Ames       : Right. And the case won't do a thing by itself. That case may be
                 the single most advanced example of a weapons fail-safe system.
                 The password is nothing less than the physiological data of the
                 U.S. President.
    Raiden     : Physiological data?
    Ames       : The President's own vital signs -- heartbeat, brainwave pattern,
                 blood pressure and so on -- are constantly monitored and relayed
                 by his internal nanomachines. This information along with the DNA
                 pattern serve as a biometric password, unbreakable even by the
                 latest parallel processor supercomputers. The password entry
                 itself cannot be performed unless brainwave patterns and
                 heartbeats fall within normal parameters, rendering chemical and
                 other forms of coercion impractical.
    Raiden     : In other words, the login must be made of the President's own
                 free will.
    Ames       : As a fail-safe, the input must also be reconfirmed hourly, even 
                 after the initial login. If a valid confirmation is not
                 forthcoming, the system will automatically cancel the login.
    Raiden     : And that's why they can't harm the President...
    Ames       : -- at least until the bird flies.
    Raiden     : Is there really a new model of Metal Gear here?
    Ames       : Absolutely. The Black Case serves as the launch key to Metal Gear
                 as well.
    Raiden     : Why would they hide a Metal Gear in an offshore plant?
    Ames       : ...Haven't they told you anything? The entire thing was planned
                 -- the oil spill, the tanker accident that caused it, everything.
                 The Big Shell was built specifically for the development of a new
                 Metal Gear model. The inspection tour was to check its progress...
    Raiden     : What's going on around here...
    Ames       : Wait!
    [There is movement in a room to the back of the room.]
    Ames       : Here comes Snake.
    Raiden     : That's him?
    Ames       : Use the microphone to listen in.
    [Raiden takes out his microphone and points it in direction of the room.]
    Ocelot     : King, Fatman is dead.
    Snake      : It doesn't matter -- saved us the trouble of getting rid of him
    Ocelot     : Why did he betray us...
    Snake      : There a band of lunatics to begin with. Nothing they do should
                 come as a surprise.
    Ocelot     : I'll have his background checked just in case.
    Snake      : You think he was working for them?
    Ocelot     : We can't discount the possibility -- especially with that
                 intruder still at large.
    Snake      : Yes... The man in the Sneaking Suit.
    Ocelot     : You know more about those suits then I do.
    Snake      : But FOXHOUND was disbanded 4 years ago. So it must be -- the
                 Patriots. What about the damage to Shell 2?
    Ocelot     : The circulation system for the contaminated water has been
                 damaged. The water being drawn in is overflowing and the lower
                 block of the central section is flooding.
    Snake      : Seal the connecting pathway Shells 1 and 2.
    Ocelot     : The SEMTEX and IR sensors are already in place.
    Snake      : Any effect on...it?
    Ocelot     : No.
    Snake      : What about the President?
    Ocelot     : The password entry has already been made to the black case. In
                 one hour we'll need a confirmation from him. His work is done
                 after that.
    Snake      : Make sure you keep him alive until then.
    Ocelot     : Yes, I know.
    Snake      : What about the unit's activation?
    Ocelot     : Almost complete. The code has already been input. All we need now
                 is for the girl to start the system.
    Snake      : The usual method I assume?
    Ocelot     : No...the drugs took care of everything...
    Snake      : Hmm...only a few more steps to Outer Heaven.
    [Olga walks in.  She stops in front of Ocelot.]
    Olga       : Who is that Ninja, Shalashaska?
    Ocelot     : I cannot even guess.
    Olga       : What about you?
    Snake      : I'm having the matter looked into.
    Ocelot     : Olga, don't carry suspicion where it isn't due.
    Olga       : Where it isn't do? When you watched my father die and did
    Ocelot     : It's been two years ago, Olga. Let it go.
    Olga       : I have the case file for Shadow Moses, by the way.
    Ocelot     : Olga, how could you suspect me?
    Olga       : I know that the Ninja is not one of my men.
    Ocelot     : How meaningful you make that sound. Of Sergei were still alive...
    Olga       : If the old man were still alive I wouldn't need to take orders
                 from you!
    Ocelot     : Olga, Sergei was my best friend.
    [Olga whips out her pistol and points it at Ocelot.  Ocelot does likewise.]
    Olga       : If you sell us out, I'll kill you myself!
    Ocelot     : Listen daughter of Sergei. Don't ever let me see your gun pointed
                 at me again!
    Olga       : If you wish. I'll put a bullet in your back instead.
    [Olga puts her gun away. ocelot does likewise after twirling his gun a bit.]
    Snake      : Enough! I let you both in when no one else would. You think any
                 government would have you two as irregulars in this political
                 climate? The worst kind of wetworks maybe -- but even that's
                 doubtful. I recommend against switching camps. You've nowhere
                 left to go.
    [Olga spins on her heel and leaves the room.  Ocelot's arm begins to twitch.]
    Ocelot     : U-ughh!
    Snake      : It's happening again?
    Ocelot     : This damn right arm -- Liquid! It's almost as if it's having it's
    Snake      : How much do you think we spent on that arm in Leyon?  The best
                 transplant surgery team in the world.
    Ocelot     : I never trust a Frenchman.
    [Ocelot shocks his arm with a device.]
    Ocelot     : There's something going on. The incidents are becoming more
                 frequent. Maybe that man's presence...
    Snake      : Ocelot, I leave this place in your hands. I have the intruder to
                 take care of.
    Ocelot     : Yes, King.
    [Snake exits the room.  Raiden lowers his microphone.]
    Raiden     : Is that really, Solid Snake?
    Ames       : That's what he claims.
    Raiden     : I thought Snake was dead.
    Ames       : Solid Snake did die. But he's also here in the Shell. Either he
                 survived or there is two of them.
    Raiden     : Two of them?
    Ames       : And that's impossible.
    [Codec screen.]
    Ames       : Anyway, what did you manage to catch?
    Raiden     : They said password input was complete...
    Ames       : I thought so...
    Raiden     : You said the password entry into the Black Case had to be made by
                 the President willingly.
    Ames       : That's right.
    Raiden     : So this means the President is cooperating with them?
    Ames       : It would have to be, yes. Probably tired of being a puppet. But
                 it wasn't a smart move to betray us...
    Raiden     : ...a puppet?
    Ames       : We're running out of time. They WILL fire a nuke. You know what
                 you need to do before then.
    Raiden     : Fire the nuke? But it's nowhere close to the ransom deadline.
    Ames       : Ransom?
    Raiden     : Thirty billion dollars in cash...
    Ames       : What are you babbling about! The nuclear strike is not a threat
                 -- it's been the objective all along!
    Raiden     : They plan to slaughter millions of people!?
    Ames       : No -- a high-altitude detonation. You've heard of the Compton
    Raiden     : The total disruption of electronic equipment caused by EMMA
    Ames       : Textbook answer. Well, when an average nuclear warhead goes off
                 within the atmosphere, the result is an electromagnetic pulse of
                 up to 50 billion megawatts. The EMMA field can reach tens of
                 thousands of volts per meter, and most electronic equipment will
                 be toast in an instant.
    Raiden     : If one of the key movers of world economy stops functioning, it
                 could mean the beginning of a global depression.
    Ames       : But that isn't their aim. What they plan to do is "liberate"
                 Manhattan, pull it offline, and turn it into some kind of a
                 republic.  Hence "Sons of Liberty," I suppose.
    Raiden     : "Sons of Liberty"?
    Ames       : Damn, Ocelot is coming! I'm going offline.
    [Ocelot is approaching from the room in the back.]
    Ames       : Search my pocket. Hurry!
    [Raiden grabs a keycard out of Ame's pocket.
    Ames       : It's a security card. You'll be able to unlock doors of up to
                 level 3 security. Use it to get to Shell 2. Take care of the
                 President before they launch the nuke.
                 He's coming! Pick up your AK!
    [Raiden does as Ocelot arrives.]
    Ocelot     : What do you think you're doing?
    Ames       : I asked him to remove these. I'm ill, you see.
    Ocelot     : I always knew the DIA turned out second-rate liars.
    Ames       : What are you talking about?
    Ocelot     : No need for denials. You know what you are -- Colonel Ames. They
                 knew that the President was planning to betray them, so they sent
                 you in to keep tabs on him.  Am I right?
    Ames       : You --!
    [Ocelot takes out his revolver and points it at Ames' head.]
    Ocelot     : Sorry Colonel, you failed to carry out your duties.
    Ames       : You'll never escape the La-li-lu-le-lo!
    Ocelot     : Is that so?
    [Ames suddenly gets to his knees and advances in a panic towards Ocelot.]
    Ocelot     : What the...
    Ames       : You -- you tricked me... I understand now. Ocelot you're --
    [Ames collapses to the ground, dead.  Ocelot then turns his Revolver to
    Ocelot     : You, which team are you with? Show me your face!
    [Some soldiers gather and point their guns at Raiden.]
    Ocelot     : You know who he is?
    Soldier    : No, he is not one of mine.
    Ocelot     : Identify yourself!
    [One of the soldiers pulls off Raiden's mask.]
    Ocelot     : We meet at last.
    [Mr. X suddenly drops down from the ceiling.  He swings his sword down to cut
     off Ocelot's arm but Ocelot dodges the blow.  Some of the soldiers fire at
     Mr. X.  He deftly deflects all the bullets sent his way.  Some of the
     deflected bullets strike the hostages.  He begins to cover Raiden's escape
    Ocelot     : Hold you fire! We need the hostages alive.
    Mr. X      : Hurry, get away!
    Ocelot     : You! But you died!
    [Raiden is heading up the stairs when some of the guards whirl around to fire
     at Raiden.  Mr. X leaps in and blocks the bullets for Raiden.]
    Mr. X      : Leave this to me.
    [Raiden leaves the hostage room and the entire Shell 1 Core is on Red Alert
     looking for him.  He contacts the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, Ames is dead. Looked like a heart attack.
    Colonel    : Hm, that's unfortunate. However, we do at least know where the
                 President is.
    Raiden     : So there really is a new type of Metal Gear in this place?
    Colonel    : Apparently. We're still looking into it...
    Raiden     : I've also been told that the nuclear strike was what the 
                 terrorists were after from the start. NOT the thirty billion
    Colonel    : Chri--, it was a cover-up all along...
    Raiden     : Colonel! What are you keeping from me!
    Colonel    : I am not keeping back anything! It's not as though I'm told all
                 the facts either! I'm pulling in all the favors I can to look
                 into all this. Just be a little patient.
                 Our priority should be with the President right now. We can take
                 it that they've completed the password entry and are preparing
                 Metal Gear for nuclear strike. Get to the President as soon as
    Raiden     : But the President is cooperating with them --
    Colonel    : According to Ames, yes. But it's also true that they're about to
                 get rid of the President. There's something else going on here,
                 and the President may be able to tell you what it is when you see
                 him in person. Once they get the confirmation for nuclear launch,
                 they'll do it. You need to rescue the President before then.
    Rose       : Jack, I agree with the Colonel. You need to protect the President
                 for now.
    Raiden     : All right...
    [End transmission.]
    [Raiden makes it to the Shell 1-2 Connecting Bridge.  He is contacted by
    Pliskin    : Raiden, can you hear me?
    Raiden     : Pliskin? Where have you been?
    Pliskin    : Checking around. I'm in Strut H right now. How's the situation
                 over there?
    Raiden     : We have a lead on the President's location.
    Pliskin    : Where is he?
    Raiden     : Shell 2 Core, the first floor.
    Pliskin    : I'm cut off from the core where I am. It's a mess here.
    Raiden     : All right. I'm on my way to Shell 2 right now.
    Pliskin    : There are IR sensors in place on the connecting bridge between
                 Shells 1 and 2. If you break the beams, the Semtex will go off.
    Raiden     : Yeah, I heard them talking about that.
    Pliskin    : Target the control units and destroy them. Make sure you don't
                 shoot the Semtex.
    Raiden     : What do the control units look like?
    Pliskin    : Take a look with your binoculars.
    [Raiden looks with his binoculars.]
    Raiden     : That's the Semtex... And that must be the control unit.
    [Raiden snipes all of the control units.  As he is walking across the bridge
     he gets a call from Pliskin.]
    Pliskin    : Raiden, I found us a ride.
    Raiden     : I'm all ears.
    Pliskin    : One of the enemy's Kasatkas.
    Raiden     : Is it in good shape?
    Pliskin    : Full tank. I'm heading for Shell 1 now. What about that Harrier?
    Raiden     : It's not on the heliport here.
    Pliskin    : Good. I'll set this one down there then.
    Raiden     : Can you cover the hostages? They're being held on level B1 in the
                 core. Pliskin, you didn't happen to find any other places where
                 hostages were being held, did you?
    Pliskin    : No -- nothing like that.
    Raiden     : OK...
    Pliskin    : How many hostages are there?
    Raiden     : There's a few short of thirty. One dead, and several wounded.
    Pliskin    : The Kasatka's cargo area will hold thirteen max.
    Raiden     : What about the other Kasatka?
    Pliskin    : I sabotaged it. It can't come after us if it can't get off the
                 ground. We'll have to make two trips.
    Raiden     : Can you fly a Kasatka?
    Pliskin    : I have a pilot who's flown the civilian model, the KA-62, in VR.
                 There's not a whole lot of difference between the military KA-60
                 and the civilian model.
    ???        : Cleared for takeoff!
    Pliskin    : Raiden, let me introduce you to my partner -- Otacon.
    Raiden     : Otacon?
    Otacon     : Hey, Raiden. Nice to meet you.
    Pliskin    : Raiden, I'll talk to you later.
    [Raiden calls the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, I need some answers from you. Who exactly is Pliskin and
                 his partner?
    Colonel    : I know what you're thinking.
    Raiden     : It keeps coming back to Shadow Moses. And now this Otacon...
    Rose       : A.k.a. Hal Emmerich, Ph.D. A Shadow Moses survivor. Snake and
                 Otacon both became fugitives after Shadow Moses, wanted for acts
                 of terrorism.
    Raiden     : An anti-Metal Gear organization...
    Rose       : They sabotaged and destroyed countless Metal Gear units
                 throughout the world... And were responsible for the incident two
                 years ago that necessitated the construction of the Big Shell.
    Raiden     : Snake and his partner aren't terrorists.
    Rose       : Jack, why are you defending them?
    Raiden     : I look back on what I've done here so far and things like
                 training and sense of duty alone won't get you through a sneaking
                 mission like this.
    Rose       : Jack, are you okay?
    Raiden     : You need something -- higher. I can't think of the right word,
                 but...it has to be pure will, backed up by -- by courage, or
                 ideals, or something like that. I'd stake my life on it. The
                 Solid Snake that saved Shadow Moses couldn't turn into a
    Colonel    : Maybe that's true, but they went down with that tanker two years
                 ago. We even recovered Snake's body. And the DNA test results on
                 the body say it's him.
    Rose       : Jack, I know what you're saying, but Snake is dead. He can't be
                 here, not even as this Dr. Hal Emmerich.
    Raiden     : But that also means that he can't be the terrorist leader behind
                 this thing!
    [End transmission.  Raiden hears a chopper flying overhead.  He turns and sees
     Pliskin in the cargo area of the Kasatka.  Pliskin waves to Raiden and the
     chopper flies off the heliport on Strut E.  Raiden continues on but he
     spots a man leaning against the wall in a long black cape.]
    Caped Man  : I've been waiting for you. A messenger -- from the Patriots!
    [He looks at Raiden.]
    Caped Man  : Where do I know you from...
    Raiden     : So your the boss around here?
    Caped Man  : No, not just around here. I'm the boss to surpass Big Boss
    [He stands straighter.]
    Caped Man  : Solid Snake.
    [Pliskin yells from the chopper, which has come back to the bridge.]
    Pliskin    : No! That is not Solid Snake!
    Snake      : What a pleasant surprise -- brother.
    Pliskin    : Save it, your no brother of mine.
    Snake      : Don't say you've forgotten me -- Snake.
    [The man in the cape steps forward.]
    Raiden     : Snake?
    Pliskin    : Raiden, take cover!
    [Snake unloads a clip at the man.  One of the bullets hits the Semtex and it
     detonates.  In the explosion the man dashes forward as his cape burns from
     the heat.  He is wearing a full body exoskeleton.]
    Pliskin    : Stop impersonating him!
    [Pliskin fires more shots but they all get deflected by the man in the
    Solidus    : Brother, I'm a whole different game from Liquid! HRRRRR!!
    [The man's muscles grow inside the exoskeleton.]
    Solidus    : GHHHH!!
    [Pliskin loads and fires a grenade at Solidus.  Solidus leaps into the air and
     lands on a pipe that is carrying some liquids between the shells.]
    Solidus    : Is that the best you can do, Snake?
    [Pliskin fires another grenade.  This time it finds its mark.  Solidus is
     thrown off of the pipe and drops down below.]
    Pliskin    : Did I get him!?
    [Pliskin looks below but he sees a Harrier 2 hovering with Solidus standing
     atop it.  Vamp is piloting.]
    Pliskin    : Otacon, were in trouble! It's the Harrier!
    [As Solidus gets inside the cockpit of the Harrier the Kasatka flies off.]
    Solidus    : The world needs only one Big Boss!  I'll drown you fools for
    [The Harrier fires two missiles at either end of the bridge, sealing off any
     exit for Raiden.  the Kasatka comes back into view.]
    Pliskin    : Raiden, this is the Stinger Missile launcher. The Katsaka can't
                 stand up to the Harrier. You have to shoot the Harrier down.
    [The Harrier comes into view.]
    Otacon     : Snake, we got company!
    Pliskin    : I'm counting on you!
    [Raiden shoots down the Harrier promptly.  It starts to become unstable and
     it loses altitude very quickly.  It crashes into the Connecting Bridge and
     takes a large bit of it out.  As the Harrier falls towards the water Solidus
     has a wound on his eye.  It appears to be lost.  Pliskin spots something
     rushing towards the surface.]
    Pliskin    : There's something coming up!
    [Metal Gear Ray leaps out of the water and cleanly grabs the falling Harrier
    Raiden     : It's Metal Gear!? It's already active!
    [Ray falls back to the water.  it fires off some rocket clusters that rain
     down all around the area.  One of the rockets hits the Kasatka and it starts
     to bleed out some smoke.  One of them hits close to Raiden and he is knocked
     aside and has to dangle on a narrow railing.  The Kasatka lands on the
     heliport safely and Raiden begins to haul himself up.]
    [Inside the broken Harrier Solidus checks his eye.]
    Solidus    : They got my eye!
    [Vamp slowly stands up.]
    Solidus    : Vamp -- go!
    [Vamp leaps into the water and begins to run across the surface.]
    Otacon     : Hey, what's that -- ?
    Pliskin    : It's running on water...
    [Raiden and Pliskin and Otacon watch Vamp run across the water and then up the
     side of one of the struts.  Raiden gets a call from Pliskin.]
    Pliskin    : Raiden, you all right?
    Raiden     : Yeah. How about you guys?
    Pliskin    : Barely managed, but we're all right.
    Raiden     : The chopper?
    Pliskin    : We need some time for repairs.
    Raiden     : Oh...
    Pliskin    : The President's all yours.
    Raiden     : OK... Can I ask you something? Are you THE Snake? They said you
                 were dead...
    Snake      : No, not me. There are still too many things I need to do.
    Raiden     : Snake, you're a legend -- and that's why I need to ask you this.
    Snake      : Legend? A legend is nothing but fiction. Someone tells it,
                 someone else remembers, everybody passes it on.
    Raiden     : I'm here because I was assigned to this mission, not because I
                 want to. If I could, I'd be out of here in a second. How could
                 you come back to all this?  Why keep fighting?
    Snake      : There's something my best friend said to me once.
    Raiden     : Wha...?
    Snake      : We're not tools of the government or anyone else. Fighting was
                 the only thing I was good at, but... At least I always fought for
                 what I believed in...
    Raiden     : What about -- what about the DNA results from that body?
    Otacon     : That was Liquid's body. He and Snake are identical on the genetic
    Raiden     : Liquid.
    Otacon     : A deception -- for our own protection. We stole his frozen body
                 from some organization. Kind of a hassle though...
    Snake      : That's all there is to it.
    Raiden     : Are you two really an NGO?
    Otacon     : Insofar as we're a nonprofit organization of civilians advocating
                 a cause, yes. The cause happens to be the eradication of Metal
    Snake      : We work on our own. But it's a cause worth fighting for.
    Raiden     : Why would you stick your neck out for something this risky?
    Snake      : That's the way I used to look at it, four years ago. I was holed
                 up in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, drinking too much.
    Otacon     : We have a responsibility to the coming generations, to the world.
    Raiden     : What responsibility?
    Otacon     : To keep track of the mistakes we've made as a species.
    Snake      : We need to remember -- to spread the word -- to fight for change.
                 And that's what keeps me alive.
    Raiden     : You think you can change the future?
    Snake      : I'm not as arrogant as that.
    Raiden     : What you do isn't grassroots activism. It's more like terrorism.
    Otacon     : I admit that... But our group, Philanthropy, received some
                 information: a new Metal Gear prototype was being developed here,
                 and terrorists were planning to raid the facility. The
                 information came from a very reliable source.
    Raiden     : So you're here to...
    Otacon     : We're here to stop all that, but I also have a personal motive.
    Snake      : Looks like the terrorists have his sister in the Big Shell. We're
                 here on our own, not under anyone's orders. We have our own
                 battles. Otacon's here for someone -- I'm not.
    Raiden     : This is a military mission.
    [End transmission.  Rose calls Raiden.]
    Rose       : Jack? Are you all right?
    Raiden     : Just barely.
    Rose       : You almost gave me a heart attack...
    Raiden     : Sorry. Wasn't intentional.
    Rose       : I know that. And I know I need to stay stronger.
    Raiden     : Say a prayer for me, Rose. So I can come back...
    Rose       : You will make it back. I'm with you all the way, remember...
    Raiden     : That means a lot to me, you know.
    Rose       : I'm going to save the data, okay Jack?
    [Raiden saves his data.  Raiden then calls the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : Colonel, Metal Gear's already gone active...
    Colonel    : It's not too late. You can still prevent a nuclear strike by
                 securing the President and preventing password confirmation from
                 taking place. Get to the President. He's in the core section of
                 Shell 2.
    Rose       : I'm checking the satellite images... Looks like you can get to
                 the core from the other side of Strut L.
    Colonel    : The core hasn't gone under yet from what we can tell. Follow the
                 railings down, then jump onto the pipes.
    Rose       : The only viable strut in the outer perimeter is the L. That
                 attack just now doesn't make any sense -- it's like they have no
                 more use for this place.
    Raiden     : Colonel, you were monitoring the Codec calls. That man was the
                 real Snake, all along...
    Colonel    : Maybe.
    Raiden     : Maybe?
    Colonel    : Don't let your guard down with him.
    Raiden     : Why do you say that?
    Colonel    : Because they were never a part of the simulation. They're an
                 unknown factor.
    Raiden     : You can take your simulation and...! We're out here, we bleed, we
    Rose       : Calm down!
    Colonel    : I suggest that you do, Raiden. Even if that is Snake, that has no
                 bearing on your mission.
    Raiden     : Colonel, you and Snake used to be on the same side. I don't
                 understand. I read about you and Snake in "In the Darkness of
                 Shadow Moses"...
    Colonel    : I don't give a damn what that piece of trash said. Do you get me?
    [End transmission.]
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    [Raiden makes it to the Shell 2 Core.  He finds Olga talking to Solidus
     inside. He sneaks a safe distance away and listens in with his directional
    Solidus    : Snake, he's here -- in Shell 1.
    Olga       : My father has some unfinished business with him.
    Solidus    : Olga, calm yourself! I'm not changing my plans for your personal
    Olga       : Then screw your plan. I've been waiting for this day for two
                 years and I will send him to the bottom of the ocean -- right
                 next to my old man!
    Solidus    : The launch comes first!
    Olga       : Damn.
    [Olga punches the wall.]
    Olga       : Where's Ocelot?
    Solidus    : Why?
    Olga       : I don't trust him.
    Solidus    : Don't talk that way about one of you own!
    Olga       : He's not "one of my own". He left my father to die, remember?
    Solidus    : We'll talk later. We need to get started on the final check for
                 the unit.
    Olga       : Alright, I'm heading back there.
    Solidus    : The upper connecting bridge for Shell 1 is down.
    Olga       : What about the chopper?
    Solidus    : The Kamov is out of action. Take the Oil Fence from Strut L.
    Olga       : I'll tell my men to get started.
    Solidus    : Not yet, there retrieval comes last. The intruder is still at
    Olga       : Hmm...
    Solidus    : What about the other?
    Olga       : He's got luck on his side.
    Solidus    : He survived that explosion... Listen, Olga, the code confirmation
                 is in one hour. Keep the President alive until then!
    Olga       : I know, no one gets in here. Turn the currents on.
    Solidus    : Of course.
    [Olga watches as a high-voltage current is turned on and passes through a
     metal grating in front of her.]
    Solidus    : High-voltage currents on.
    Olga       : The door stays shut unless the President manages to take out that
                 circuit panel from inside the room -- and that's no job for bare
    Solidus    : Alright, come back immediately.
    Olga       : One more thing --
    Solidus    : What?
    Olga       : We live for Russia when this mission is over. I want half the
                 money for that.
    Solidus    : Of course -- that was part of the original plan.
    Olga       : We're living for ourselves after this. If anyone wants to stay, I
                 want you to take good care of them.
    Solidus    : Gladly -- Gurlukovich soldiers are the cream of the crop.
    Olga       : It's time they went free...
    Solidus    : What happened to rebuilding Mother Russia?
    Olga       : The old man is dead -- the world is a different place now.
    Solidus    : It's your life.
    Olga       : Just a reminder, I'm going to say this one last time: Don't try
                 anything on us.
    Solidus    : The feeling is mutual.
    [Olga leaves.  Raiden calls the Colonel.]
    Raiden     : I'm in front of the room where they're keeping the President.
    Colonel    : Everything all right?
    Raiden     : No sign of flooding, but I can't get close to the door. The floor
                 is electrified.
    Colonel    : Don't test it. You'll be bacon.
    Raiden     : Any suggestions?
    Colonel    : Remember the Shadow Moses VR training.
    Raiden     : Take out the circuit panel?
    Colonel    : Right.
    Raiden     : But there's no way into the room.
    Colonel    : Try ventilation ducts.
    Raiden     : Yeah, I think I see one.
    Colonel    : Look for a remote-control missile launcher. You can guide it
                 through the duct into the room.
    Raiden     : ...then target the circuit panel. Got it.
    Colonel    : Right. But make sure you don't hit the President.
    Raiden     : The President is wired with nanomachines. If we know the
                 frequency, I can raise him...
    Colonel    : We've tried that repeatedly, but there's no response. It looks
                 like the walls have a built-in radio shield.
    Raiden     : So that's why Ames lost contact with him...
    Colonel    : If you need to confirm his position, you can log into the node.
    Raiden     : Understood.
    Colonel    : Locate a remote-control missile launcher first.
    [End transmission.  Raiden heads down to B2 of the Shell 2 Core to find the
    Raiden     : Colonel, B1 is completely flooded from what I can see.
    Colonel    : You'll have to swim through.
    Raiden     : I'm fine with swimming.
    Colonel    : Stroke the water and move forward by pushing the Punch button.
                 Push in rapid succession to swim faster. Change your heading with
                 the left analog stick. Up will take you up, down takes you lower,
                 left and right face those directions. The O2 Gauge will appear
                 under your Life Gauge while you're underwater. The gauge
                 corresponds to the amount of air you can hold from a single deep
                 breath. Once the O2 Gauge falls to zero, the Life Gauge will
                 start to drop. You need to be aware of that.
    [End transmission.  Raiden finds the Nikita and takes out the circuit breaker.
     Inside the room he finds President James Johnson.  He is wearing a red tie,
     white shirt, and black pants.  Raiden walks towards him.]
    Raiden     : President Johnson.
    Johnson    : So your finally here...
    Raiden     : You've been expecting me?
    Johnson    : Your equipment -- that Skull Suit isn't exactly standard military
    Raiden     : Are you alright, sir?
    Johnson    : Is this some kind of sick joke -- I thought you came to kill me?
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : I'm prepared to face the consequences of my actions.
    Raiden     : What are you -- ?
    [Quickly, the President grabs Raiden's crotch and squeezes.]
    Raiden     : What the -- !?
    Johnson    : Your...a man? Hmm...well, who are you?
    Raiden     : FOXHOUND, sir.
    Johnson    : FOXHOUND? I see. Now things are starting to make a little sense.
                 Switch over to nanocommunications so nobody can listen in.
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Do you read me, sir?
    Johnson    : Uh... yes.
    Raiden     : Mr. President. It's my understanding that the terrorists have
                 managed to input the code sequence necessary for launching a
                 nuclear strike...
    Johnson    : That's correct. I punched the sequence in myself.
    Raiden     : You're working for them!?
    Johnson    : If you asked me two hours ago, my answer would have been yes.
                 Right now, they're keeping me alive until my vital signs are
    Raiden     : They betrayed you?
    Johnson    : I wouldn't quite put it that way. I wanted power. They sought
    Raiden     : But why stoop to terrorism!?
    Johnson    : I wanted absolute power.
    Raiden     : But you're the President -- you have power...
    Johnson    : No. I'm just a figurehead.
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : I don't have any control. The real power is in the Patriots'
    Raiden     : The Patriots...?
    Johnson    : The truth behind this country... I'm not surprised you've never
                 heard of them. Very few are aware of their existence, even among
                 those with codeword clearance.
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : Politics, the military, the economy -- they control it all. They
                 even choose who becomes President... Putting it simply, the 
                 Patriots rule this country.
    Raiden     : No...
    Johnson    : Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's the truth. The Space Defense,
                 income tax reduction and the National Missile Defense (NMD)
                 programs -- Every policy that's been credited to me was actually
                 done according to their instructions.
    Raiden     : Space Defense was initiated by Congress...
    Johnson    : That's what the Patriots want the country to believe... It's all
                 a show. "Democracy" is just a filler for textbooks! Think about
                 it! Do you actually believe that public opinion influences the
    Raiden     : ...No.
    Johnson    : This country is shaped and controlled as the Patriots see fit.
                 The people are shown what they want to believe. What you call
                 government is actually a well-staged production aimed at
                 satisfying the public!
    Raiden     : ...
    Johnson    : Don't look at me like that -- I'm legally sane, you know.
    Raiden     : It's not your sanity that worries me...
    [Twelve grainy black and white pictures appear on screen one by one.  There
     are men in the pictures.  There is a red bar over each of their eyes.]
    Johnson    : The Patriots -- even I don't know who the actual members are. Are
                 they financial, political, or military leaders? No one knows who
                 the Patriots really are. Even my instructions  come from a
                 cut-out. All I've been told is that every key decision is made by
                 a group of twelve men known as the Wisemen's Committee.
    Raiden     : Your Office...? The White House...?
    Johnson    : Merely puppets. Pawns in a game. By pledging my loyalty, an
                 insignificant son of a senator was awarded the Presidency. Of
                 course, that wasn't the only price I had to pay...
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    Johnson    : Even if a pawn becomes a queen, it is still just a playing piece.
                 I wanted to leave my own mark in history. But my ambitions
                 were... You'll understand someday...
    [Codec screen.]
    Johnson    : I wished to be a member of the Patriots. I wanted to wield the
                 power of a king, instead of being an expendable pawn...
    Raiden     : And that justifies acts of terrorism?
    Johnson    : Yes. I'd intended to use the new Metal Gear as a bargaining chip...
    Raiden     : Bargaining chip?
    Johnson    : But I underestimated Solidus... he actually wants to challenge
                 the Patriots -- even if it means the destruction of the world!
    Raiden     : What are you saying?
    Johnson    : Whether you believe it or not, the balance of power rests in the
                 hands of the Patriots. They regulate the country's various
                 interests through controlled presentation, staging a "drama" that
                 is palatable to the general masses. Can you imagine what would
                 happen if they ceased to function?
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : Picture a massive political vacuum, a space that every
                 power-monger will try to fill for their own greedy ends. I'm
                 talking about an unregulated power struggle -- panic, civil 
                 war... chaos. Like it or not -- the Patriots is an organization
                 that must continue to exist.
    Raiden     : So you changed your mind because you wanted to avoid global
    Johnson    : When I told Solidus that I wished to prevent disaster, he replied
                 that pawns can never become players...
    Raiden     : And who is this... Solidus?
    [Pictures of George Sears are shown.]
    Johnson    : My predecessor... George Sears. That was the name the public came
                 to know him by. But I knew him by his codename, "Solidus Snake."
                 He was the third Snake, preceded by Solid and Liquid... a
                 survivor of the Les Enfants Terrible project. Neither Solid nor
                 Liquid, he was a well-balanced masterpiece that the Patriots saw
                 fit to entrust with the Presidency. However, he fell out of grace
                 with the organization four years ago when, acting on his own, he
                 started an incident.
    Raiden     : Four years ago... Shadow Moses?
    [Brief flashback to Shadow Moses.]
    Johnson    : Yes, that's right. At the time, the DARPA Chief, Donald Anderson
                 -- together with certain influential parties -- initiated the
                 development of Metal Gear REX and an advanced nuclear warhead.
                 However, this did not fall in line with the Patriots' plans.
                 What's more, Solidus decided on his own to send his most trusted
                 man, Ocelot, to provoke Liquid Snake, bringing about the said
                 incident. As a result, he succeeded in obtaining  REX and the
                 data on the warhead. But in doing so, he ended up revealing the
                 existence... of both REX and the Genome army -- a blunder that
                 earned him the wrath of the Patriots. Shortly thereafter, Solidus
                 was removed from the Presidential Office.
    Raiden     : I thought he resigned...
    Johnson    : That's the story given to the general public. Following his
                 "resignation," the Patriots selected me -- their new pawn, for
                 the Presidency.
    Raiden     : But that would mean that the Presidential race was --
    Johnson    : That was quite a show, wasn't it? It was a well-scripted drama
                 staged by the Patriots for the benefit of the public. Even the
                 Democrats and Republicans were dancing to the Patriots' tune.
                 Everything went according to plan, but for one exception...
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : Following his resignation, Solidus' health was scheduled to fail
                 him, bringing about his untimely death.
    Raiden     : Capped...?
    Johnson    : Correct. But before the Patriots could execute their plot,
                 Solidus went underground with the help of Ocelot. As he avoided
                 pursuit, Solidus gained control of Dead Cell, winning over
                 Colonel Gurlukovich's outfit. From there, he bided his time,
                 knowing that his opportunity would soon arrive...
    Raiden     : What opportunity?
    Johnson    : The completion of the new Metal Gear project -- an opportunity
                 that would even his odds against the Patriots. By stealing the
                 Patriots' most valued project, he would be able to place them in
                 a very uncomfortable position. It's the only chance he has for
                 survival. Once he has the new Metal Gear, he'll declare war
                 against the Patriots. Needless to say, he must be stopped.
    Raiden     : Metal Gear is already operational...
    Johnson    : No. Not yet.
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : What you saw was Metal Gear RAY -- hijacked two years ago from
                 the Marines by Ocelot. That was not the new Metal Gear.
    Raiden     : Then, where's the new Metal Gear? You're standing in it. To be
                 more precise, this entire "Big Shell" facility is the new Metal
    Raiden     : What'd you say?
    Johnson    : No. I'm quite serious. The upper structure that you've seen is
                 camouflage designed to represent an offshore cleanup facility.
                 The main structure extends from the foundation all the way down
                 to the ocean floor. The connecting elevator is located on the B2
                 floor of the Shell 1 Core. Arsenal Gear... that's the code name
                 for the new Metal Gear.
    Raiden     : Arsenal?
    ]Pictures of Arsenal Gear are shown.]
    Johnson    : That's right... Arsenal. We're talking about an impregnable
                 fortress carrying a load of over a couple of thousand missiles
                 including nuclear warheads -- all protected by a horde of
                 mass-produced Metal Gear RAY units.
    Raiden     : Mass-produced...?
    Johnson    : The RAY unit was originally designed for the Marines to be used
                 as a countermeasure against the Metal Gear variations throughout
                 the world. The Patriots had RAY redesigned  to protect the new
                 Arsenal Gear.
    Raiden     : So now anti-Metal Gears are guarding a Metal Gear?
    Johnson    : Ironic, isn't it? That's not all. Arsenal Gear has full access to
                 the Military's Tactical Network, giving it the ability to
                 exercise absolute control over our nation's armed forces, not to
                 mention our nuclear armament. In short, Arsenal was created to be
                 the core of our country.
    Raiden     : What kind of idiotic weapon --?
    Johnson    : Weapon? No. You're not seeing the full picture.
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : Arsenal Gear is more than just a military tool...
    [Codec screen.]
    Johnson    : It is a means to preserve the world as it is. It will establish
                 a new form of control.
    Raiden     : The Patriots will use it to keep their place as the country's
                 true rulers.
    Johnson    : ...Right now they feel pressured and threatened.
    Raiden     : By what?
    Johnson    : They fear an overabundance of digital information -- the world
                 will drown in the coming flood of information, and they along
                 with it.
    Raiden     : ?
    Johnson    : The Arsenal plans include a system to digitally manage the flow
                 of information, making it possible to shape the "truth" for their
                 own purposes. In short, the Arsenal's system is the key to their
    Raiden     : The key...?
    Johnson    : Yes, the "GW" system is the Patriots' trump card. Arsenal Gear
                 will be fully operational when "GW" is successfully integrated.
                 Once operational, it will be a completely new form of power for
                 the Patriots to wield. I had hoped to seize the project from them
                 so that I would be in a strong bargaining position...
    Raiden     : Bargain for what?
    Johnson    : I'd hoped to trade my way into their ranks. But Solidus preferred
                 rebellion. Outer Heaven -- his plan to unleash a nuclear blast
                 over the skies of Wall Street to break the Patriots' control over
                 the business community -- is also a key factor in his offensive
    Raiden     : Outer Heaven...?
    Johnson    : Listen. There isn't much time. The "football" served as the key
                 for activating Arsenal Gear. I've already input the necessary
                 code sequence... It won't be long before "GW" begins to
                 establish connections with other external systems and Arsenal
                 Gear becomes fully operational. Stop them before that happens.
                 That is your role.
    Raiden     : Role?
    Johnson    : You've got to find Emma Emmerich. She's the only one who can stop
                 that thing once it's been activated.
    Raiden     : Emma -- Emmerich?
    Johnson    : She's the system programmer for Arsenal Gear. I believe she's
                 somewhere on level B1 in the core of this building.
    Raiden     : I thought the levels below us were flooded?
    Johnson    : I'm sure they won't let her die just yet as she's the only
                 remaining programmer for this project. According to Ocelot, she
                 was being held in locker room located in the northwest part of
                 level B1. Cut transmission, and get moving!
    [End transmission. Johnson hands Raiden a keycard.]
    Johnson    : Here's security card 4. It will give you access all the way to
                 Emma's location. Give this to her when you find her.
    [President Johnson hands Raiden a disc.]
    Raiden     : What is it?
    Johnson    : A program to disrupt the control functions between GW and Arsenal
                 Gear. Take Emma to the computer room on level B2 of the Shell 1
                 Core. She'll know how to load the program into the main system.
    Raiden     : A virus?
    Johnson    : That's right. Modeled after FOX-DIE -- a biological weapon used
                 to selectively eliminate personnel with a specific genetic code.
    Raiden     : But why do you have it?
    Johnson    : The Patriots had it engineered as a fail-safe. And Ocelot forgot
                 to search me. You've got to hurry! That disc is the only way
                 you're going to stop Arsenal!
    [The President falls silent.]
    Johnson    : Well...I've told you everything you need to know.
    [He turns his back to Raiden.]
    Johnson    : There's only one thing that remains to be done...
    Raiden     : ?
    [Johnson grabs Raiden's SOCOM and pulls it to his chest.]
    Johnson    : Kill me.
    Raiden     : What the...?
    Johnson    : There's no time to argue! The final check for my vital ID could
                 start any second now. If you kill me now you'll at least prevent
                 the nuclear strike.
    Raiden     : Cut it out!
    [Raiden tries to wrestle the gun away.]
    Johnson    : Do it --!! That's your role! Pull!!
    [A gunshot rings out.  Johnson stumbles as blood pours from his chest.  Raiden
     stands back non-plussed.]
    Ocelot     : That's abusing your right to free speech, Mr. President...
    [Ocelot is standing in the open doorway with his revolver smoking.]
    Ocelot     : Or is it Ex-president?
    Raiden     : The President -- why did you!?
    Ocelot     : Alas, my finger must have slipped...
    [He holsters his gun.]
    Ocelot     : I'll see you around -- "Carrier Boy".
    [Ocelot leaves the room.  Raiden begins to follow but the President lurches
     out and grabs Raiden's leg.]
    Johnson    : Forget him... He...did us a favor... Without freedom, there is no
                 difference between submission and rebellion. My only real choice
                 is to put a end to this charade. Let me at least have the freedom
                 to end it myself...
    Raiden     : What are you -- ?
    Johnson    : Find Emma... Stop Arsenal...! This is my last order...as your
                 Commander-in-Chief... I'm counting on you...
    [The President dies.  Raiden walks out into the hallway and calls up the
    Raiden     : Colonel, the President is dead.
    Colonel    : I see... I'm sorry to hear that.
    Raiden     : Where do we go from here?
    Raiden     : Your mission was to rescue the President and eliminate the
                 terrorist threat. However, given the recent turn of events, we
                 will honor the President's last directive. You must put a stop to
                 Arsenal Gear once and for all.
    Raiden     : Do you actually think there's any truth to his story about this
                 Big Shell facility being a front for Arsenal Gear?
    Colonel    : I don't have the security clearance necessary to verify the
                 facts. However, he was the President. I'm sure he knew what he
                 was talking about.
    Raiden     : Aren't you forgetting that he was part of the terrorist plot?
    Colonel    : All the more reason why I believe his information is reliable.
                 We're talking about a man who chose to die rather than risk a
                 nuclear holocaust. Thanks to his sacrifice, the nuclear launch
                 authority has shifted to the Vice President, effectively
                 eliminating the terrorist threat.
    Raiden     : Colonel, when you put it like that, it almost sounds like I
                 should've assassinated the President to "eliminate the threat."
    Colonel    : That was not my intention. I was trying to point out that there
                 is certainly some credibility to the words of a man who chose
                 death to protect the innocent.
    Rose       : The Colonel has a point, Jack.
    Raiden     : What about the information he gave me on the "Patriots"?
    Colonel    : That's a new one on me. I'll see what I can find out. Raiden,
                 we're running out of time. Find Emma. She's supposed to be
                 located on level B1, in the core of that building you're in,
                 right? You've got to find her before Arsenal becomes fully
    Rose       : Hurry Jack!
    Colonel    : It's up to you to make sure that the President didn't sacrifice
                 his life in vain.
    Raiden     : Understood.... Raiden out.
    [Snake contacts Raiden.]
    Snake      : What's your status, Raiden?
    Raiden     : Snake? The President... he's been assassinated. There was nothing
                 I could do --
    Snake      : What about the nuclear strike code sequence!?
    Raiden     : He died before his vital ID could be reconfirmed.
    Snake      : Then the enemy's lost their nuclear strike capability --
    Raiden     : But, that Ocelot guy obviously killed the President on purpose.
                 Why? It doesn't make any sense. They had to know that they
                 couldn't launch the nuke if they killed the President.
    Otacon     : Maybe there's a way to launch without reconfirming the vital ID?
    Snake      : Or maybe they've found a more effective weapon within Arsenal
    Raiden     : You knew about Arsenal Gear!?
    Snake      : Yeah...
    Raiden     : Why didn't you tell me about it!?
    Snake      : You never asked.
    Raiden     : Am I correct in assuming you also know that the Big Shell's a
                 front for the project!?
    Snake      : You mean, did I know that the Big Shell, a fully functional
                 environmental cleanup facility, was designed to camouflage
                 Arsenal Gear? Yeah, I did.
    Raiden     : It's exactly what the President and Ames described... a massive
                 cover story.
    Otacon     : The good news is that it hasn't really done much in terms of
                 cleaning up the environment, so we won't have to worry about any
                 toxic gas being released if we have to blow the house down.
    Raiden     : Right... and when did you find out about all of this?
    Snake      : It took a while, but we uncovered the info around the time you
                 took out that mad bomber.
    Raiden     : ...
    Snake      : There's no doubt that Arsenal Gear is being built here...then it
                 was all set up two years ago on that day -- all of it.
    Raiden     : Two years ago... What really happened here?
    [Snake's pictures of Metal Gear Ray are shown on several webpages.]
    Snake      : I took these photos two years ago.
    Raiden     : I remember these pictures. They were on the news and several
                 websites. If I remember right, the reporters blamed you for
                 sinking the tanker.
    Snake      : That's right. Otacon. Me. We were used.
    Otacon     : We hoped that by going public with the photos of the new Metal
                 Gear we could persuade the government. At least that was the plan
                 at the time.
    Raiden     : I've gone through VR training of the Tanker mission before.
    Snake      : Yeah? Well I doubt it accurately simulates the events of that
                 actual mission.
    [Flashbacks of the Tanker mission.]
    Snake      : I'd infiltrated the dummy tanker to obtain proof that a Metal
                 Gear was under development. Shortly after I made it aboard, an
                 armed group led  by Colonel Gurlukovich raided the ship and
                 gained control.
    Otacon     : Olga and Ocelot were among the raiding party.
    Snake      : Yeah. And him...
    Raiden     : Who're you talking about?
    Snake      : A man that was supposed to be dead. Their target was also Metal
                 Gear RAY. But Ocelot eliminated Colonel Gurlukovich and Marine
                 Commander Scott Dolph -- and he hijacked RAY.
    Raiden     : So he betrayed them?
    Snake      : I don't know what kind of deal was going down. All I remember is
                 what Ocelot said at the time -- something about taking it back.
                 Ocelot then sank the tanker along with the soldiers of the Marine
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : How did you manage to get out?
    Snake      : Otacon managed to have a small boat ready for me.
    Otacon     : That was the easy part. The tough part was not getting dragged
                 down with the sinking tanker -- small miracle when you think
                 about it.
    Snake      : It turned out that the whole thing was a setup to lure us.
    [Some more flashbacks.]
    Otacon     : Photos of Snake -- taken by the Cypher -- were released to the
                 public. In turn, we became the world's most wanted environmental
                 terrorists... It was definitely a move aimed at putting a stop to
                 our anti-Metal Gear activities.
    Raiden     : But why did they choose Snake?
    Otacon     : Since the Shadow Moses incident, Snake became sort of a hero. I
                 think the Patriots weren't too happy about that.
    Raiden     : You knew about the Patriots!?
    Otacon     : Well yes... to a certain degree.
    Raiden     : It seems like everyone knows about them except me.
    Otacon     : They didn't choose Snake to be a hero...
    Raiden     : So they decided to do a smear campaign.
    Otacon     : I think the Patriots wanted to make an example of him so
                 everybody would think twice before opposing them.
    Raiden     : That's it! They set all this up just to nail you guys?
    Otacon     : No. There's more to it than that -- the Marines' Metal Gear RAY
                 project headed by Commander Dolph was carried out in opposition
                 to the Navy's Arsenal Gear project. To be more precise, the
                 Patriots considered Metal Gear RAY to be a thorn in their side.
                 Hence, they attacked the dummy tanker and stole RAY... They
                 followed this up with the perfect plan. They immediately sent a
                 fully loaded tanker to the same location and sank it, then set up
                 the facility to camouflage the development of Arsenal Gear.
    Snake      : And we fell for it -- two more puppets in their show.
    Raiden     : Colonel Gurlukovich... and his daughter, Olga?
    Otacon     : Both fell victim to Ocelot's plot.
    Raiden     : Was Solidus behind all this? He used  Ocelot to get hold of RAY,
    Otacon     : No. He was underground, keeping a low profile at the time.
    Raiden     : Then it must be the Patriots...
    Otacon     : If that's the case, what's Ocelot doing alongside Solidus?
    Raiden     : ?
    [Codec screen.]
    Snake      : Forget it. We're wasting time. We can figure this out later. The
                 nuclear strike's been prevented, but Arsenal still has a massive
                 payload of missiles to deal with.
    Otacon     : Right. If the opposition gets control of those missiles...
    Snake      : Raiden -- you've got to find Emma.
    Raiden     : Wait a second. Isn't Emma Emmerich --
    Otacon     : My sister.
    Raiden     : What's she doing here? You got me. She's a computer whiz who 
                 specializes in neural-AI and ultra-variable volume data analysis
                 using complex logic. How she got involved in weapons development
                 is beyond me.
    Raiden     : ...
    Snake      : Whatever her reasons, we need her in order to stop Arsenal.
    Otacon     : Raiden -- find her.
    Raiden     : I'm on my way.
    [End transmission.]
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                      07)  This guy is really a pain the arse
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    [Raiden makes his way through the flooded levels of B1 in the Shell 2 Core. He
     surfaces at an air pocket to catch his breath when he is contacted by
    Otacon     : Raiden, are you reading me? This is Otacon. What's your
    Raiden     : Wet and miserable... this place is flooded. The seawater that's
                 been pumped up is pouring into the building.
    Otacon     : I see. Listen, there's something I have to tell you about E.E.
    Raiden     : Don't worry about her. I'll get her out --
    Otacon     : She's afraid of water.
    Raiden     : What!?
    Otacon     : Yeah... when she was six years old, she almost drowned with my
                 father in our swimming pool.
    Raiden     : She can't swim!?
    Otacon     : Well yes and no... we used to swim a lot together when we were
                 kids. In fact, she swam like a fish until that day when she
                 almost drowned...
    Raiden     : That pretty much coincides with what the Colonel told me...
    Raiden     : When the accident happened, I was in my room. I learned later
                 that E.E. was calling me for help... She didn't doubt for a
                 minute that I'd be there. You could see the pool from my room...
                 but I didn't realize at the time that she needed my help.
    Raiden     : What were you doing?
    Otacon     : I... I was...
    Raiden     : So Emma survived the ordeal...
    Otacon     : Yeah. But my father didn't...
    Raiden     : So you blamed yourself and left your family?
    Otacon     : No. E.E. seems to believe that was the case. The fact is... I
                 betrayed her.
    Raiden     : And you think that she can't swim because of the traumatic
    Otacon     : I haven't seen her since that day... but yes, I think so. I got
                 a letter from Julie, her mother, after they moved back to
                 England. In her letter, she mentioned that E.E. couldn't swim
                 anymore... that she refused to even wear a bathing suit.
    Raiden     : Damn! If she still can't swim, we're in trouble... level B1 in
                 the core is pretty much flooded.
    Otacon     : Look... maybe you can help her overcome the trauma.
    Raiden     : You want me to help her get over it?
    Otacon     : It's still going to take some time to repair the Kamov.
    Snake      : Sorry, kid. Emma's rescue is up to you.
    Raiden     : Thanks. An underwater mission... well, this is a first. Look --
                 I'll see what I can do.
    Snake      : I suggest that you drum the map of the building into your head,
                 'cause you won't have time to look at it when you try to bring
                 Emma out.
    Otacon     : I'm counting on you, Raiden.
    Snake      : I covered most of the core when I had to take out the C4's... if
                 there's anything you need to ask me, call me on the Codec.
    Raiden     : I'll do that.
    [End transmission.  Raiden opens a doorway to move on but out floats the body
     of Peter Stillman.  He didn't make it far from the blast.]
    [Raiden goes through two more rooms.  He enters a room that has a platform
     sitting over a strange body of liquid.  It looks like water but there is
     something different about it.  Sitting in the middle of the pool of water is
     Vamp.  Raiden quickly points his gun in Vamp's direction.]
    Raiden     : Still tickin', huh?
    [Vamp looks at Raiden.]
    Vamp       : Unfortunately, hell had no vacancies...
    [Vamp stands up, on the water.]
    Raiden     : Argh!
    [Raiden fires three shots at Vamp.  Vamp twists and spins to dodge the shots.
     One of them, however, grazes his cheek.  He touches it gingerly.]
    Vamp       : Hahaha... I thought so. Human muscles are quite eloquent. They
                 speak-out clearly what the person's next movement will be. They
                 even tell me which way a gun will be pointed before the trigger
                 is pulled. But your muscles -- they're different. This should be
                 fun...well worth the wait.
    Raiden     : You knew I was coming?
    Vamp       : You think I'm going to lose -- I can't let you interfere with
                 Arsenal Gear.
    [Vamp points to the door on the other side of the room.]
    Vamp       : The girl is just ahead. She is of no use to us now... But she
                 served us well as the live bait for the big catch. Crazy Ivan
                 sometimes speaks the truth.
    [Emma is shown standing in a locker room.]
    Raiden     : Emma's alive?
    Vamp       : She was quite some time ago. But the flooding has become quite
                 serious. I wouldn't be surprised if she's a mermaid now.
    Raiden     : What...?
    Vamp       : Did you really think killing the President would prevent a
                 nuclear strike? Think again!
    Raiden     : I didn't do it!
    Vamp       : Hmph... Arsenal Gear is still armed with a purified hydrogen
    Raiden     : Purified hydrogen bomb -- ?
    [Plans for a bomb are shown.]
    Vamp       : This is no ordinary nuclear bomb. This weapon is capable of heavy
                 hydrogen nuclear fusion using lasers and magnetics to generate
                 heat-insulated compression. It was a top secret project initiated
                 by the current President...and Solidus has no idea of its
                 existence. The clean thermonuclear bomb is at an experimental
                 stage and is handled differently. Specifically, it becomes
                 launch-capable when Arsenal is activated. A nuclear threat still
    [Pictures of a devastated Dead Cell are shown.]
    Vamp       : Six months ago, we lost everything  we believed in... We were
                 abandoned to take the fall in their cover up. We were labeled as
                 killers responsible for the mass-murder of civilians as well as
                 our own allies. And the "public" believed every word, turning a
                 deaf ear to whatever we had to say to the contrary. Our only goal
                 is to wipe them from the face of the earth -- and destroy this
                 world of deceit they have created along with them.
    Raiden     : You're insane.
    Vamp       : Insane? We might be the only ones telling the truth...
    [An alarm sounds.  There is an announcement over the PA system.]
    Announcer  : Final check for activating Arsenal is completed. All
                 non-essential personnel report to your stations...
    Vamp       : Well, it sounds like Arsenal is ready to go into operation.
    Raiden     : Damn it!
    Vamp       : Your still hoping that girl can install that virus your carrying
                 around -- aren't you?
    Raiden     : You knew?
    Vamp       : It's a shame your not going to be around long enough to hand her
                 the program.
    [Vamp glances at the water below him.]
    Vamp       : This isn't sea water, you know. It's a byproduct of the microbes
                 contained in the pool. Buoyancy is practically non-existent
                 thanks to the high oxygen content. Once you fall in -- you don't
                 come up! Take a good look at your grave. Show me what you've got!
    [Raiden and Vamp duel.  Raiden manages to get in some hits on Vamp and send
     him back into the pool of water.]
    Vamp       : Haaaaarch!
    [Blood seeps into the water as Vamp raises his arms to fight his descent.]
    Vamp       : Waaaargh!
    [Vamp goes under.  Raiden calls the Colonel on his Codec.]
    Raiden     : Colonel! They've apparently completed the final check procedure
                 for Arsenal Gear!
    Colonel    : Find Emma on the double! You've got to get her to install the
                 virus program that the President gave you! When you find her,
                 take her to the Computer Room on level B2 in the core of Shell 1!
    [Raiden calls Pliskin.]
    Raiden     : Snake! Did you catch all that!? I didn't make it on time...
                 Arsenal's going active!
    Snake      : Yeah, I heard. The hostage rescue's gonna have to wait.
    Raiden     : I'm going after Emma.
    Snake      : We'll secure the Computer Room.
    Raiden     : Looks like we can't install the virus program without Emma.
    Snake      : Can't your partner do it?
    Otacon     : I would if I could. But the security for this system is no joke.
                 I need more time...
    Snake      : That's why we need her.
    Raiden     : Understood. I'll make sure you have your family reunion...
    Otacon     : ...
    Raiden     : What's up?
    Otacon     : A lot of years have passed between E.E. and me...
    Raiden     : Then you should see her, right?
    Otacon     : I don't have the right to see her.
    Snake      : We can talk about this later. Raiden, I think you'd better get
                 moving, Emma's in the Locker Room to the north, right?
    [Raiden tries to continue on but he is stopped in his tracks by another call
     from Rose.]
    Rose       : I've always been alone... I'm so lonely...
    Raiden     : Lonely? Rose, we've always --
    Rose       : Not always. You've never slept beside me...
    Raiden     : What are you talking about? I --
    Rose       : After we've been together in my room... you stay awake all night
                 or you head for the door.
    Raiden     : Is this really the time to bring this up?
    Rose       : Why, Jack? Why?
    Raiden     : Listen, Rose. I'm right in the middle of a mission, and I...
    Rose       : Why!? Why can't you relax when you're with me!?
    Raiden     : Look... the mission... I...
    Rose       : Why don't you open up to me!?
    Raiden     : Rose... I... I just can't!
    Rose       : All I ever wanted was to share your dreams -- to spend a
                 meaningful evening with you... I just wanted to find you by my
                 side when I woke up. Is that asking too much?
    Raiden     : It's the night -- I'm scared of the night... it's got nothing to
                 do with you...
    Rose       : Scared of the night? What's that supposed to mean?
    Raiden     : I can't relax when I'm with someone...
    Rose       : Jack? You wouldn't even let me in your room!
    Raiden     : I need privacy... I just can't be bothered.
    Rose       : Bothered!?
    Raiden     : Wrong word! What I wanted to say was that there are certain
                 things that I have to keep to myself...
    Rose       : Do you remember that time I forced my way into your room? We'd
                 known each other for almost a year... and you blew up! It was the
                 first time you ever raised your hand against me! I was so worried
                 about you...
    Rose       : Look... I'm sorry...
    Raiden     : It wasn't your violent nature that scared me. It was your room...
                 your heart...
    Raiden     : Stop it...
    Rose       : There wasn't anything in your room -- only a bed and a small
                 desk. It looked like a prison cell... No television set... no
                 family pictures... not even a poster...
    Raiden     : Rose, I only use that room for sleeping.
    Rose       : A lifeless room... almost like your empty heart.
    Raiden     : That's why I tried to keep you out.
    Rose       : I thought I was beginning to understand you -- until I saw that
    Raiden     : Would you have been happier if I had a picture of you hanging on
                 the wall!?
    Rose       : That's not what I was trying to say --
    Raiden     : Enough, Rose. We'll talk about this later... after the mission.
    Rose       : Right... after the mission... I understand.
    [End transmission.]
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                           08)  Rescuing the fair maiden
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    [Raiden opens a locker in the locker room with his gun drawn.  Upon sight of
     Raiden and his gun Emma starts to panic and she wets her pants.  Raiden backs
     away with his hands up trying to calm her down.]
    Raiden     : Are you alright?
    Emma       : Who are you!?
    Raiden     : Raiden. I'm getting you out of here.
    Emma       : Get me out? Your lying -- where are you taking me this time!
    Raiden     : What are you talking about!? I'm here to help! Here -- it'll
                 prove it. Do you have nanos?
    Emma       : What?
    Raiden     : Well, do you?
    Emma       : I do. Everyone on this project has them.
    Raiden     : Alright, let's try.
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Can you hear me, now?
    Emma       : Nanocommunication...?
    Raiden     : That's right. I have nanomachines, too.
    Emma       : Then you're not one of them...
    Raiden     : That's what I've been trying to tell you.
    Emma       : And you came to rescue me?
    Raiden     : Actually, I need your help to stop Arsenal...
    Emma       : I understand you're the only one who might be able to do it.
    Emma       : And who told you that?
    Raiden     : The President.
    Emma       : ...Really?
    Raiden     : I need you to come with me to Shell 1. Your brother's waiting for
                 you there.
    Emma       : My brother?
    Raiden     : C'mon! We have to get moving! This place'll be flooded soon!
    [Raiden helps Emma off the ground.  Water starts to pour into the room.]
    Emma       : ...
    Raiden     : We'd better move.
    Emma       : I can't... I can't swim...
    [Codec screen.]
    Emma       : Leave me...
    Raiden     : You can swim! You used to love it!
    Emma       : How did you know...?
    Raiden     : Your brother told me.
    Emma       : He's really here?
    Raiden     : That's right... he's here to rescue you.
    Emma       : I don't believe you! He would never come for me!
    Raiden     : And I'm telling you he's here -- waiting for us at Shell 1!
    Emma       : No! He left me... my mother -- when we needed him the most! When
                 my father died, all he could think about was himself!
    Raiden     : Emma, we can go over all that later. But first, we have to get
                 out of here!
    Emma       : No! I hate water! It's hopeless! I can't swim!
    [Some water is shown.]
    Emma       : I can't swim!
    Raiden     : You can do it!
    Emma       : I can't...
    Raiden     : C'mon! Deep down inside, you know you can swim!
    Emma       : I can't keep my eyes open in the water... that endless blue...
                 The water... it wants me... it won't let me go...
    Raiden     : Alright, then close your eyes. I'll guide you.
    Emma       : I... I was injected with something! Um... my legs! I have trouble
                 moving them!
    Raiden     : Listen, Emma. Just hold your breath... I'll do the rest.
    [Views of rooms Raiden has passed through.]
    Raiden     : We'll head to Filter Chamber 2, then we'll take a break.
    Emma       : So all I have to do is hold my breath?
    Raiden     : That's right.
    Emma       : How long?
    Raiden     : Just a little while.
    Emma       : Are you sure?
    Raiden     : Of course I'm sure, that's how I got here.
    Emma       : I don't think I can do it. I'm not good at holding my breath.
    Raiden     : Look Emma, I have a idea...
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Put your ear against my chest and listen to my heartbeat.
    Emma       : Your heartbeat?
    Raiden     : Count the beats -- don't think about anything else. When you
                 reach 100, open your eyes. By that time, we'll be on the other
                 side. Give me a signal if you think you're running out of breath.
    Emma       : What will you do then?
    Raiden     : I'll swim faster.
    [Emma and Raiden are standing in the water, preparing to swim.]
    Raiden     : Hang on tight!
    [Emma gets on Raiden's back.]
    Raiden     : Okay, let's go.
    Emma       : I'm closing my eyes...
    Raiden     : Take some deep breaths... One... two... three...
    Emma       : Wait!
    [She gets off of Raiden's back.]
    Raiden     : What?
    [Emma removes her glasses.]
    Emma       : Let me take off my glasses!
    Raiden     : You know, you should wear contacts.
    Emma       : There's nothing wrong with my eyes.
    Raiden     : ?
    Emma       : I wear these for show.
    Raiden     : Trying to be different from the other girls?
    Emma       : No, it's not like that. I like glasses. And... there's this guy
                 I liked who used to wear them...
    Raiden     : Your first boyfriend?
    Emma       : No, someone more important. Anyway, they bring me luck.
    Raiden     : I see... Okay, let's go.
    [They swim through and make it to Filter Chamber 2.  Rose calls up.]
    Rose       : Well, Jack. It sounds like you and Miss Emma are getting along
                 just fine. I've been monitoring your every move and conversation.
                 I can't say it's been fun...
    Raiden     : Give me a break! I'm only trying to keep her spirits up.
    Rose       : Is that right?
    Raiden     : Absolutely. My mission is to get her to the Computer Room.
    Rose       : That's all?
    Raiden     : Yeah.
    Rose       : You're lying. You're attracted to her, aren't you.
    Raiden     : ...I'll admit she's cute.
    Rose       : Cuter than me?
    Raiden     : Rose, you're beautiful. You know how I feel about you.
    Rose       : Have you remembered yet?
    Raiden     : You mean April 30th? It's your birthday, isn't it.
    Rose       : Wrong! You're not even warm!
    Raiden     : What is it then?
    Rose       : Forget it... it's nothing. Maybe I'm just a little... a little
                 jealous... You'd better get moving. Good luck.
    [End transmission. They both sit down to rest.]
    Raiden     : You did good...
    Emma       : I concentrated on your heartbeat... It reminds me of when I was
                 a kid...
    [Emma looks at her glasses. A picture is shown of her as a young girl with her
    Emma       : I remembered my brother giving me a piggyback ride... I was
                 sleeping with my ear against his back... I could hear his
    Raiden     : Sounds like you were close.
    Emma       : We were... back then. We were stepchildren in our parent's second
                 marriages. Wherever my brother went, I used to tag along... My
                 brother didn't have any close friends, so he used to take care of
                 me. We both wanted to be loved so much... so much that we used to
    Raiden     : Pretend?
    Emma       : My brother was the husband and I was the wife. But it was always
                 just make believe... we were only kids. You know what I mean?
    Raiden     : I never had a family... but I think I know what you mean.
    [The Colonel calls up Raiden on the Codec.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, what's your status?
    Raiden     : Colonel? I've got Emma Emmerich here... we've managed to avoid
    Colonel    : Good job. Get her over to Shell 1 as soon as you can.
    Raiden     : That's going to be hard with the connecting bridge on the upper
                 level destroyed.
    Colonel    : Didn't Olga say something about taking the oil fence at the
                 bottom of Strut L?
    Raiden     : Yeah, I remember that.
    Colonel    : You should be able to go down by way of Strut L. Try and get over
    Raiden     : What about Emma? She's been injected with something and she can't
                 walk without any help.
    Colonel    : Take her with you... free your hands of any equipment and hold
                 down the Action button to give her a hand. To release your grip
                 on her, take your finger off the Action button. Emma can sit and
                 wait until you help her back up. And be careful... you won't be
                 able to use any weapons while you're leading her. Now, head for
                 Strut L!
    Raiden     : We're on our way.
    [Snake calls Raiden.]
    Snake      : Raiden, we've infiltrated the Computer Room. What's your
    Raiden     : Emma's safe. We're heading your way.
    Otacon     : Good job!
    Snake      : Shell 1's deserted. Looks like everybody's aboard Arsenal.
    Otacon     : I had a look at the system, but there's nothing I can do. E.E.'s
                 our only hope...
    Raiden     : Right... I'll put her on then.
    Otacon     : Huh? E.E.? How...?
    Raiden     : I'll use my Codec as a relay.
    Otacon     : Ahem, ummm...
    Raiden     : Here she is...
    Emma       : Uh... Hal...?
    Otacon     : Ah... E.E.? Is that you?
    Emma       : Hal...
    Otacon     : E.E.... Uh... why're you involved with Metal Gear?
    Emma       : Huh???
    Otacon     : You knew our family's dark history, and still got involved!?
                 What's wrong with you!?
    Emma       : I should've known...
    Otacon     : Answer me! Why are you repeating the same mistake?
    Emma       : ...I wanted to hurt you... I wanted to see you suffer...
    Otacon     : E.E....?
    Emma       : You abandoned me --
    Otacon     : No! That's not what happened...
    Snake      : Alright -- that's enough!
    Otacon     : ...
    Emma       : Who are you?
    Snake      : I'm a friend of Otacon's, Emma.
    Emma       : Otacon...
    Snake      : Enough with the sibling rivalry.
    Emma       : That's not what this is!!
    Snake      : We haven't got time for this! Raiden! Get her over here, right
    Emma       : I -- I...
    Raiden     : Gotcha, Snake. I'll head over there with Emma.
    Snake      : Most of the enemy's aboard Arsenal. But I suggest you be careful.
                 Make sure Emma gets here in one piece.
    Otacon     : Raiden... take care of my sister.
    Raiden     : Don't worry. I'll get her there.
    [Raiden and Emma continue to the next swimming section.]
    Raiden     : Emma, Snake and Hal are waiting for us near Shell 1's computer
    Raiden removes the virus's disc from his pocket.]
    Raiden     : I've got this disc the President gave me. This disc is supposed
                 to contain a virus that can corrupt Arsenal Gear's operating
                 system. We need you to...
    Emma       : This is... This is my program...
    Raiden     : What?
    Emma       : Why did the President give it to you?
    Raiden     : ...
    Emma       : Did something happen to the President?
    F[Flashback to the struggle at the end of the President's life.]
    Raiden     : The President... he's dead.
    Emma       : What...?
    Raiden     : You actually wrote this virus?
    Emma       : It's not really a virus... it's more like a worm cluster. It's
                 actually a delayed-effect autonomous program that's designed to
                 invade GW's cerebrum and render its nerve connections useless.
    Raiden     : You know what GW is?
    Emma       : Of course... I created it.
    Raiden     : ?
    Emma       : You look surprised.
    Raiden     : Uh... Well...
    Emma       : Cat got your tongue?
    Raiden     : I'm sorry, I... How about the "Patriots" ever heard of them? Ever
                 heard of 'em?
    Emma       : Yes. But I only know what I've been told.
    Raiden     : Can you tell me what you know?
    Emma       : Uh, sure. But it's hard to put into words.
    Raiden     : Right...
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Are you reading me, Emma?
    Emma       : Yes -- loud and clear.
    Raiden     : The President said that Arsenal Gear was the Patriots' key to
    Emma       : That's as good a description as any.
    Raiden     : What exactly is it?
    Emma       : It's a massive data processing system capable of controlling
                 information on a global scale.
    Raiden     : A data processing system...?
    Emma       : That's right. The system's a social device for maintaining the
                 Patriots' control.
    Raiden     : You've lost me.
    Emma       : In this day and age, information emerges from every direction,
                 and is freely distributed... A variety of information -- gathered
                 by servers employing the latest in high-speed communication
                 networks and P2P technology -- is rapidly circulated to
                 individuals. In fact, the speed of this circulation process is
                 accelerating on an almost daily basis. The Patriots seem to be
                 afraid of this development. Apparently, they believe that their
                 role will shift from dominant to dominated.
    Raiden     : ?
    Emma       : Let me give you an example. You're aware of Solid Snake's
                 anti-Metal Gear activities, aren't you?
    Raiden     : Yeah -- I know a little about it.
    Emma       : That's just a small sample of uncontrolled information. I can
                 guarantee you the Patriots did not want Solid Snake's name
                 publicized. Now, look at it like this... political scandal,
                 corporate corruption... up until now, the Patriots have managed
                 to keep a lid on these and other self-serving events. But with
                 their existing data processing system, they are no longer able to
                 effectively control the flow of information generated at the
                 individual level.
                 With the newly created system, they can fully regulate digital
                 information. High-level information can be categorized in stages,
                 given clearance levels, and deleted as necessary -- never to be
                 seen by the public. By deleting such information, the Patriots
                 can shape the course of history as they see fit.
    Raiden     : Somebody's bound to catch on --
    Emma       : No. The memory capacity -- not to mention the life span -- of the
                 average individual is extremely limited. On the other hand,
                 digital information lasts virtually forever... it doesn't
    Raiden     : So...?
    Emma       : The alphabet... twenty-six letters, right? It could've been
                 thirty letters. What if the 4 deleted letters were controlled by
                 a program?
    Raiden     : Impossible.
    Emma       : It's not. In fact, something similar is already underway. Do you
                 know how many genes exist in an individual?
    Raiden     : About 30 to 40 thousand?
    Emma       : Right. That's what was announced at the turn of the century. But
                 there's actually 100 thousand, according to the original theory
                 advanced by the scientific community. Information regarding the
                 remaining 60 thousand was suppressed by the Patriots.
    Raiden     : No...?
    Emma       : Why? How would you know? Do you know what a gene looks like? Did
                 you count them yourself?
    Raiden     : There are research organizations...
    Emma       : Of course... and their reports have already been subtly altered.
                 They're even beginning to believe the doctored reports. GW is a
                 system that allows the Patriots to decide what will be recorded
                 in tomorrow's history.
    Raiden     : So what we're talking about is one huge censorship system for
                 deleting information which might be inconvenient to the Patriots?
    Emma       : Exactly. The actual, physical core for handling the task -- GW --
                 is installed in Arsenal. It's the only system in the world with
                 an optic neural AI that has a parallel processing capacity of
                 980 trillion hammets.
    Raiden     : I suppose that being a specialist in neural AI and complex logic
                 played a significant role in your association with the Metal Gear
    Emma       : That's not the only reason...
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    Emma       : ...
    Raiden     : I guess there're plenty of other reasons.
    Emma       : Yes, there are --
    Raiden     : I understand...
    Emma       : Do you?
    Raiden     : So Arsenal Gear was actually designed to protect the GW system,
                 wasn't it?
    Emma       : Uh...yes. It's armed with everything including nuclear weapons,
                 and is fully equipped with cyber-terrorist countermeasures.
                 Physically and logically, it's the ultimate fortress for housing
    Raiden     : But is the AI actually capable of controlling everything?
    Emma       : No. GW is only the system's core. It's only for deciding what
                 data is stored or deleted. The actual sub-system for executing
                 the task exists within our social structure...
    Raiden     : What!?
    [Videos of people working on computers and New Years celebrations in the year
    Emma       : Do you remember the panic that gripped the computer industry
                 prior to the end of the century?
    Raiden     : You mean the Y2K problem?
    Emma       : That's right. If you recall, our government supplied the world
                 with a countermeasure program -- using the internet at full
                 capacity. The program was distributed to every governmental
                 organization... every key facility...throughout the world. In
                 addition, the same program was included in an OS application for
                 distribution among the public.
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Let me guess... the Y2K countermeasure contained a program
                 designed by the Patriots?
    Emma       : Yes. And everything supplied from that day onward contains the
                 same program.
    Raiden     : Impossible.
    Emma       : Do you know how a computer operates? Do you really know the basic
                 principles on how data is exchanged?
    Raiden     : ...
    Emma       : Nobody's aware of it, but there's a sub-system in place. And it's
                 about to be activated.
    Raiden     : Is that why Solidus wants to burn out every electrical circuit in
                 Manhattan with a nuclear blast?
    Emma       : Probably. But the overall system isn't actually complete.
    Raiden     : What?
    Emma       : It still lacks the necessary factors for judging situations. I
                 heard they were planning a major experiment in the next few days,
                 to provide complex data for GW to study. And suddenly all this
    Raiden     : Emma... it's not your fault. If it wasn't for the terrorists...
    Emma       : Yeah... you're right... Well... I think that's about all I know.
    Raiden     : Right... uh, thanks. I think we'd better head for the Computer
    Emma       : My bird in the Computer Room! Is he safe!?
    [That irritating parrot from the computer room is shown.]
    Raiden     : That noisy, overgrown parakeet?
    Emma       : Excuse me, he's a parrot. And he's my best friend -- my only
    Raiden     : Well, the bird's okay...
    Emma       : Good. Did you know that in the old days, miners used to take a
                 canary into the mine shaft to detect toxic gas?
    Raiden     : That's what he's for?
    Emma       : No... I needed somebody to talk to...
    Raiden     : Right, I think we'd better get moving.
    [Shell 2's flooded levels are shown.]
    Raiden     : We've got a little longer to cover than last time.
    Emma       : Right, I'll give it my best.
    Raiden     : Whatever you do, don't open your eyes.
    Emma       : Why not?
    Raiden     : A dead body, not a pretty sight.
    [Stillman's bloody body is shown floating in the water.]
    Emma       : Oh...
    Raiden     : Once we get past it, it will be too dark to see anything.
    [Raiden glances at Emma's hair.]
    Raiden     : What are those sticks in your head?
    Emma       : These? They're lacquered chopsticks. They hold your hair in
                 place. Did you know they're pretty popular in Europe and South
    Raiden     : Can't say I do. Your not only cute, but smart too.
    Emma       : Oh -- I'm much more than cute.
    [Emma give s acute smile.]
    Raiden     : Okay, let's go!
    [Outside of the Shell 2 core Raiden makes it to a security level 5 door.  He
     doesn't have a card to make it through and the door buzzes in denial.  Raiden
     punches the door.]
    Raiden     : Dammit!
    Emma       : What's wrong?
    Raiden     : This door is security level five... I don't have card five. Damn.
    [Emma looks at her ID card.]
    Emma       : Giving up already?
    She takes it off and holds it forward.
    Emma       : Tah-DAH!
    Raiden     : What the...?
    Emma       : Are you impressed?
    Raiden     : You should have told me you had it.
    Emma       : Well the truth is... I just remembered it myself.
    [Raiden and Emma make it to a hatch in the floor that goes to the oil fence.
     When Raiden opens it air rushes out and he looks down.  He contacts Emma on
     the Codec.]
    Raiden     : I have a question for you. How do you feel about heights?
    Emma       : I can't say I like heights... though water's higher on my phobia
                 list. Why?
    Raiden     : Well... we have to go down a ladder.
    Emma       : How far down?
    Raiden     : Just a little bit...
    Emma       : Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before? How little
                 is little?
    Raiden     : ...About 130 feet?
    Emma       : ...
    Raiden     : Think you can do it?
    Emma       : Would you take "no" for an answer?
    Raiden     : How are your legs?
    Emma       : Better. The numbness is gone. I can climb down on my own.
    Raiden     : Okay... follow me.
    [They climb down and reach the bottom.  Emma stops at the bottom to look at the
     sun setting.]
    Emma       : The sunset, it's beautiful.
    Raiden     : If we don't hurry, it'll be the last we see.
    [Raiden scans the defensive forces around the oil fence.]
    Raiden     : Enemy soldiers... Gun Cyphers... I don't think were gonna be able
                 to slip past all that.
    [He looks warily at the bridge.]
    Raiden     : Looks like it can barely support one person. How much do you
                 weigh, Emma?
    Emma       : Are you gonna ask me how old I am next?
    Raiden     : If you go alone, I think you can make it across.
    [Raiden contacts Snake.]
    Raiden     : This is Raiden, do you read me?
    Snake      : Yeah. What's up?
    Raiden     : We've made it to the lower part of Strut L. We'll have to cross
                 the water from here.
    Snake      : Can Emma walk?
    Raiden     : She's okay. The pontoon bridge doesn't look too sturdy. Emma is
                 going to have to cross it alone.
    Snake      : Right... the oil fence --
    Raiden     : There's Cyphers and several guards.
    Snake      : Raiden, you're carrying a PSG1, aren't you? It's time to play
    Raiden     : Not bad. This spot gives me a good view of the targets.
    Snake      : You're going to have to cover Emma until she crosses to Strut E.
                 I'll get there and provide some support of my own.
    Raiden     : Thanks.
    Snake      : Think you can handle it?
    Raiden     : Yeah. I know the drill. I've faced a similar situation in
                 Advanced Mode Level 4 VR training with the PSG1.
    Snake      : VR...? Guess that's better than nothing. Make sure you don't hit
    Raiden     : Right now, with Arsenal's boarding in progress, security should
                 be at a minimum.
    Snake      : That doesn't mean it's going to be easy. Given the situation,
                 they've probably got Claymores in place to make up for the
                 security shortage. Make sure you use your thermal goggles.
    Raiden     : Okay. I'm heading for Strut E.
    [Raiden switches to Emma's frequency.]
    Raiden     : Emma, are you reading me?
    Emma       : Loud and clear...
    Raiden     : I'm gonna clear a path for you from here.
    Emma       : How?
    Raiden     : Sniper fire.
    Emma       : You're kidding...
    Raiden     : Trust me.
    Emma       : What if I fall into the sea? I... I can't swim!
    Raiden     : You were doing pretty good a few minutes ago.
    Emma       : Okay.
    Raiden     : Think you can do it?
    Emma       : Would you take "no" for an answer?
    Raiden     : No.
    Raiden     : Alright, get going. You'll be fine.
    [Emma walks across the bridge.  When she is about halfway across Snake calls
     up.  Codec screen.]
    Snake      : This is Snake. Can you hear me?
    Raiden     : Yeah. Nice and clear.
    Snake      : I've reached my sniping position on Strut E. I'll provide support
                 fire from here.
    Raiden     : Right. Do me a favor and take out whatever I miss.
    Snake      : Just call me when you want me to shoot.
    [Snake and Raiden track Emma with their scopes and take out any threats.
     Raiden scans ahead but at the very edge of the scope there is a sudden
     movement.  Vamp has just appeared out of nowhere.  Vamp leaps backwards
     behind Emma and holds a knife to her neck.]
    Emma       : No.
    [Raiden acts quickly and fires a shot directly into Vamp's cerebrum. He falls
     backwards into the water, screaming. Emma turns around, disoriented. She
     suddenly falls to the ground as blood starts to seep through her shirt. Snake
     rushes down to help her. On his way he quickly takes out two Cyphers. He
     checks to see if Emma is still alive.  He picks her up and carries her away.]
    Snake      : Raiden! Emma's been stabbed!
    Raiden     : That bastard!
    Otacon     : How bad is it!?
    Snake      : She's conscious... but the bleeding's bad. I'm bringing her over
                 there right now!
    Otacon     : E.E....
    Snake      : Raiden! Get that disc over here as soon as possible. I'm afraid
                 her time's running out...
    Raiden     : I'll be there!
    [Raiden dashes across the oil fence.  When he reaches the other side he
     contacts Snake.]
    Raiden     : Snake, what's your situation over there?
    Snake      : Emma seems to be uh... doing something to GW's defensive
                 capabilities. All we need now is your disc. You'd better hurry --
                 I don't think she's gonna make it.
    Raiden     : How's the bleeding?
    Snake      : She's... Just get over here. You'll find the coast is clear with
                 everybody aboard Arsenal right now.
    Raiden     : Understood.
    [Raiden makes it to the computer room quickly.  When he arrives he finds Emma
     lying on the floor with some heavy bandages on her torso.  Snake is standing
     at a respectful distance while Otacon attends to Emma.  Raiden comes up to
    Raiden     : How's Emma?
    Snake      : I think he got some internal organs... We can't stop the
    [Emma looks at Otacon and raises her hand slowly.]
    Emma       : H... Hal?
    [Otacon quickly takes her hand.]
    Otacon     : I'm here.
    [Snake leans over to Raiden.]
    Snake      : Got the disc?
    [Raiden takes out the disc and hands it to Snake.]
    Snake      : Emma set everything up. Apparently all you have to do is pop in
                 the disc.
    [Snake inserts the disc into one of the computer's slots.]
    Snake      : Um... that should insert the virus into the AI...
    [Something happens onscreen, it looks like the virus is loading.]
    Raiden     : Is it working?
    Snake      : Just leave it to Emma.
    [Something pops up on screen, the loading has stopped.]
    Snake      : What the -- !?
    Otacon     : An antibody agent?
    Snake      : Damn! The connections been cut!
    Raiden     : Has the virus been uploaded?
    Snake      : I don't think so. The counts stopped at 90%. Otacon...?
    Otacon     : I don't think Emma's made any mistakes...
    Raiden     : But...
    Otacon     : Portions of the worm cluster must have been altered after the
                 disc left Emma's hands.
    Raiden     : By the Patriots?
    Snake      : Will the virus still work?
    Otacon     : I have no idea...
    Emma       : Hal... is... everything all right?
    [Otacon isn't sure what to say.  He looks up at Snake.  Snake quickly shakes
     his head, everything is not alright.  Otacon looks back down.]
    Otacon     : Uh... It's alright... is everything's alright.
    Emma       : Good... At least I... I won't be adding... another page to... our
                 family's dark... history...
    Otacon     : Yeah... that's right...
    [Raiden leans over to Snake.]
    Raiden     : What if that virus doesn't work?
    Snake      : Either destroy that thing, or take out Solidus and his men.
    Raiden     : How do we get on board?
    Snake      : I don't think we can, unless somebody inside gives us a hand.
    Emma       : Hal... I... I always...
    Otacon     : What is it?
    Emma       : ...wanted to see you again.
    [An outside view of the Big Shell.]
    Otacon     : You don't hate me?
    Emma       : Never... I never wanted to get in your way... I never wanted to
                 hurt you... I thought with Arsenal... If I follow in your
                 footsteps... I could be closer... I just wanted you to look at
                 me... look at me... as a woman...
    Otacon     : E.E... I could never do that...
    Emma       : Don't be so honest... It ...hurts...
    Otacon     : Sorry...
    Emma       : Can I... can I ask you one more favor...?
    Otacon     : Sure.
    Emma       : Call me... call me "Emma".
    Otacon     : What?
    Emma       : Please call me... Emma.
    [Emma gingerly removes Otacon's glasses.]
    Otacon     : What's wrong with E.E.?
    [Emma goes limp.  Otacon's glasses clatter to the floor.]
    Otacon     : Emma... Emma? Emma!? Emma!? Answer me!
    [Otacon bursts into tears.  Snake and Raiden look on but don't try to console
     him.  An outside view of the Big Shell.]
    Otacon     : I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you. Because of the accident, I
                 had... I had a relationship with your mother. She seduced me...
                 and it went on... My father's death was no accident, he took his
                 own life... It was my fault. All my fault. Forgive me, Emma...
    [Otacon cries more.  Suddenly the parrot speaks.]
    Parrot     : Hal.
    [After glancing at the parrot Otacon slowly closes Emma's eyes.  He walks over
     to the parrot.  He opens the cage and takes it out.]
    Parrot     : Hal.
    [Otacon starts crying again.  There is an announcement over the PA.]
    Announcer  : Attention! All Arsenal Gear is ready for launch. Evacuate the
                 upper levels immediately!
    Snake      : Sounds like they're cutting this place loose!
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    Otacon     : It means were gonna sink...
    Snake      : We have to get the hostages out.
    Raiden     : What about the Kamov repairs?
    Otacon     : Done.
    Raiden     : We won't be able to get everybody aboard...
    Snake      : We'll just have to take as many as we can.
    [Otacon hesitates.]
    Otacon     : My sister... won't be able to come with us.
    [The announcer says something else.]
    Announcer  : We will be commencing the countdown shortly... All personnel in
                 the upper levels head for the evacuation area immediately.
    [Flashback to MGS.  Sniper Wolf's death.]
    Otacon     : I'm always the survivor... Why, Wolf?
    [Snake looks assuringly at Otacon.]
    Snake      : Otacon, take care of the hostages.
    Otacon     : What about you guys?
    Snake      : We've got other arrangements...
    [Snake looks at the elevator down to Arsenal Gear.]
    Snake      : There's our ride out of here. Anyway, we're gonna have to sink
                 that thing of the virus doesn't work.
    Otacon     : I should be going with you.
    Snake      : You've got your job, we've got ours.
    Otacon     : You mean... I'd only get in your way.
    Snake      : Wrong.
    [Snake rests his hands on Otacon's shoulders.]
    Snake      : Only you can save those hostages. Got it?
    Otacon     : Right. Listen, the two of you won't be able to destroy that
                 thing. Eliminate the enemy, that's your only option.
    [Otacon walks away.  Raiden and Snake follow him.]
    [They reach the elevator.]
    Parrot     : Hal...
    [Otacon can't contain himself any more.  He bangs his fist against the door of
     the elevator.]
    Otacon     : Damn.
    Snake      : Listen, Otacon, pull yourself together. You've got a job to do.
    Otacon     : You're right...
    [Snake and Otacon do a complicated handshake and when they are done they
    Announcer  : I repeat, personnel in the upper levels head to the evacuation
                 areas immediately.
    [They pull away.]
    Snake      : I'm counting on you, Otacon.
    [Otacon leaves with the parrot.  He reaches the main elevator of the Shell 1
    Parrot     : Hal... Hal... I miss you... I miss you...
    [Otacon loses control again.  He falls to the ground.]
    Otacon     : You and me, we're the same.
    [Outside views.]
    Otacon     : Both you and I... we we're always alone... always... We just
                 wanted to be loved... We were waiting -- waiting for somebody...
                 somebody who would love us... But we were wrong... You can't wait
                 to be loved, you have to go out and find it. Four years ago... I
                 realized you can't wish for happiness, you have to make it
                 happen... I wish I knew that sooner. I learned that I could
                 love...as you probably did... Emma...
    [Snake and Raiden are looking at the elevator to Arsenal Gear.]
    Raiden     : He's gonna be OK?
    Snake      : He's tougher than he looks, consider it done.
    [Snake gives Raiden a disc.]
    Raiden     : Now, how do we open this thing?
    [Snake looks at the ceiling.]
    Snake      : You can come out now.
    [The ninja drops down the floor gracefully.]
    Raiden     : A ninja!? What the -- ?
    Mr. X      : Arsenal is going to take off.
    [The ninja takes out his sword.]
    Mr. X      : But we still need to take care of a few things... This time,
                 do not fail us.
    [He plants his feet and raises the sword.]
    Raiden     : Snake, what's this all about!?
    Snake      : Bedtime, Raiden.
    [Raiden makes a move for his gun.  The ninja quickly places his sword against
     Raiden's neck.]
    Snake      : I wouldn't do that.
    Raiden     : Your changing sides now!?
    Snake      : Change sides? I don't recall saying I was on yours.
    Raiden     : Damn it.
    [Mr. X slowly raises his hand to the top of his head.  He pushes something and
     his visor goes transparent.]
    Raiden     : You!
    [Olga stares at him.]
    Olga       : Ready for some shut-eye?
    [Raiden tries to move out of the way but Olga's sword comes down and strikes
     him hard.  An electric current passes through his body.  Raiden falls to the
    [Outside, the Big Shell begins to fall into the ocean.  Water rushes through
     all the corridors and breaks into the computer room where Emma lies.  In a
     moment Otacon is flying above the Big Shell in the Kasatka.  There is an
     enormous shadow cast on the ocean by an unseen building.
    [Rose calls Raiden on the Codec.]
    Rose       : Jack? Are you reading me? Do you want to save your mission data
                 up to this point?
    [Data is saved.]
    Rose       : Your mission data's been saved.
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    [There is a bright but blurry light coming from above.  There are voices
    Solidus    : Is he still alive?
    Ocelot     : He was when Olga brought him in. I've checked everything
                 including the Genome data, but there's nothing on this guy. NSA,
                 CIA, FBI... He doesn't exist in any database. He's a nonexistent
                 operative from a nonexistent organization.
    Solidus    : I suspected as much. However, I know this man... Wake him up.
    Ocelot     : ?
    [The platform that Raiden is on lowers to face the people standing in front
     of him.  In front of him are Solidus and Ocelot.  Solidus now has two
     tentacle attachments on his exoskeleton.]
    Solidus    : It's been a while, hasn't it...? Jack the Ripper.
    Ocelot     : You know this fellow?
    Solidus    : You remember me, don't you? You've grown...
    [Solidus reaches out with one of his tentacles and grabs Raiden around the
     neck.  The other hovers in front of his face.]
    Solidus    : High concentration of cerebral implants... Have they altered your
                 memory too?
    Raiden     : Aaaaarrgghhh!
    [Solidus releases his grip and steps back.  Raiden is shown for the first
     time. He is strapped to a machine that looks strikingly similar to the
     torture device in Shadow Moses.  Raiden is stripped completely naked.]
    Solidus    : This is my son... I taught him everything. Jack... I never
                 thought I'd see you again...
    Raiden     : You... know me...?
    Solidus    : You don't remember...? Your name... your skills... everything you
                 know... you know from me.
    [Pictures of Raiden as a young person are shown.]
    Solidus    : The eighties... the civil war. You were one of the best among the
                 child soldiers that fought in that conflict. When you were barely
                 ten years old, you became the leader of the small boys unit. At 
                 the time, your outstanding kill record earned you several
                 nicknames including White Devil and Jack the Ripper.
                 Jack... I was your godfather, I named you. When the war ended,
                 you disappeared from the relief center. I wondered what happened
                 to you... I should've known they would recruit you.
    [In the torture room.]
    Ocelot     : It's a interesting coincidence.
    Solidus    : If he's a lackey for the Patriots I doubt he knows anything of
    Ocelot     : What should we do with him?
    Solidus    : We'll use him like you suggested...
    Ocelot     : What about Dead Cell?
    Solidus    : Ignore them.
    [Ocelot's arm twitches.]
    Solidus    : Happening again?
    Ocelot     : Could it be he's here too?
    Solidus    : Hmph. In another hour, we'll demonstrate the power of Arsenal
    Ocelot     : Attack with standard weapons, of course.
    Solidus    : Yes, proceed as planned.
    Ocelot     : At last report, all was well with "GW."
    Solidus    : Hm. How about the troops?
    Ocelot     : The men have been fitted with Arsenal Gear equipment as ordered.
    [Ocelot takes a look at Solidus' eye patch.]
    Ocelot     : You know, your the spitting image of Big Boss...
    [Solidus laughs out loud.]
    Solidus    : Is that so? Perhaps I should be grateful to this kid for that.
    [Solidus eaves the room.]
    Ocelot     : This situation... I find it very... nostalgic.
    Raiden     : Where am I?
    Ocelot     : Why, inside Arsenal Gear of course. Actually, were also inside
                 the memory of Shadow Moses.
    [Ocelot holds up the disc that Raiden had in his pocket.]
    Ocelot     : I'll take this back. You won't be needing this anymore.
    [Olga enters the room and sees Ocelot.  She huffs and turns her back to him.]
    Ocelot     : A foul wind is blowing, we shall speak again.
    [Ocelot walks out of the room.]
    Olga       : Don't move... stay as you are... we're being monitored by a
    Raiden     : What are you up to?
    Olga       : I'm switching over to nanocommunications...
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Mr. X...? Ninja...?
    Olga       : Correct... it's me.
    Raiden     : I thought you were the leader of the Russian troops...
    Olga       : No. That was just a smoke screen.
    Raiden     : A smoke screen?
    Olga       : I was sent to provide you support.
    Raiden     : Support? Who sent you? The Colonel?
    Olga       : No... the Patriots.
    Raiden     : What!?
    Olga       : I... I deceived my troops... betrayed them...
    Raiden     : But why?
    Olga       : My child is... being held hostage by the Patriots. It all started
                 two years ago when I lost my father during the tanker incident...
                 My men and I had nowhere to go... so we joined forces with an
                 illegal Russian organization.
    Raiden     : The Russian Mafia?
    Olga       : Something like that. Actually, I learned much later that it was
                 a subordinate organization of the Patriots. I was expecting at
                 the time. When I gave birth to my child, it turned out I was in
                 a hospital run by the Patriots. In the morning... my child was
                 gone. My baby is being kept somewhere in this country.
    Raiden     : Have you ever met your child?
    Olga       : No. Once a month, they send me a photo of my child via network.
                 I've never even held the child in my own arms...
    Raiden     : I see... Given your situation, nobody can blame you for what you
    Olga       : That's your opinion...
    Raiden     : What about Snake? I thought you were enemies...
    Olga       : He wasn't responsible for my father's death. Actually, we owe him
                 our lives.
    [Flashback to the tanker.]
    Olga       : Two years ago, they were responsible for getting us out of the
                 sinking tanker alive...
    Raiden     : So you were partners since the incident?
    Olga       : No. I only found out the truth shortly before this. When I
                 confronted him here...
    Raiden     : You fought with Snake!? When?
    Olga       : Well... it was around the time you were holding hands with that
    Raiden     : Snake...
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : So you joined hands with him to pay back a debt?
    Olga       : No. Mutual gain...
    Raiden     : Mutual gain?
    Olga       : My job was to assist you. If Solidus gets away with Arsenal, your
                 mission is a failure. The Patriots would judge that as failure
                 on my part and terminate my child. Putting it simply, my child's
                 life depends on your success.
    Raiden     : So you did it all for your child. But why would the Patriots want
                 to help me? Are they hoping I'll take Solidus out?
    Olga       : No. You're just like me... we're just pawns...
    Raiden     : Pawns for what purpose?
    Olga       : The S3 Plan...
    Raiden     : Huh?
    Olga       : You'll figure it out sooner or later -- but I wonder if you'll
                 handle the truth? Listen... we haven't got time for this. Solidus
                 will commence his attack any minute. He's got to be stopped.
    Raiden     : What about the virus?
    Olga       : No results so far. I think the Patriots have tampered with the
    Raiden     : Will it work?
    Olga       : I don't know...
    Raiden     : Get me out of this thing.
    Olga       : Not yet. I'll release your restraints after I leave this room.
    Raiden     : Where's my gear?
    Olga       : Snake's got everything. I couldn't bring it here.
    Raiden     : And where do I find Snake?
    [The inside of Arsenal is shown.]
    Olga       : The passageway ahead leads to a hangar. He'll be waiting for you
                 there. I gave him a cardkey for the hangar.
    Raiden     : Does Snake plan to destroy Arsenal Gear?
    Olga       : No. Even for Snake, that's impossible to destroy the whole thing.
                 You'll have to stop Solidus and his men.
    Raiden     : What are you going to do?
    Olga       : Stay concealed -- that's my role. I still can't afford to be
    [Torture room.]
    Raiden     : Olga -- you can't keep this up -- they're bound to find you.
    Olga       : Listen, I'll make it through this alive. Brace yourself...
    [Olga punches Raiden in the stomach hard.]
    Raiden     : Ugh.
    [Raiden watches her leave the room. He sits there for a while until Rose
     calls him.]
    Rose       : Jack, are you all right?
    Raiden     : Oh, y-yeah.
    Rose       : Jack, is it true? What Solidus said?
    Raiden     : ...Yes.
    Rose       : It's unbelievable...
    Rose       : Drafting small children, sending them to war -- it's not allowed
                 under international conventions.
    Raiden     : ICC rules don't mean a lot in war. Someone told me that there are
                 over three hundred thousand children in combat right now. I was
                 just one of them...
    Rose       : So you remember? I thought your memory had been... manipulated by
    Raiden     : It was -- but I have nightmares every day, pieces of the past I
                 can't put together...
    Rose       : Why didn't you tell me?
    Raiden     : You couldn't begin to understand.
    Rose       : You wouldn't know that until you try me.
    Raiden     : I didn't want you to get hurt. There was never a real reason for
                 me to fight, except that someone put a gun in my hand. And that
                 someone was him...
    Rose       : It wasn't your fault.
    Raiden     : If I survived the day's fight, I was praised, fed, and had a bed
                 to sleep in. I think I was only six when I held my first AK, but
                 I'm not even sure of that. I'm not like Snake, I never questioned
                 why we fought. There was no purpose, no way out. They give you a
                 gun, you ask how many to kill. If you didn't, you were the one
                 they shot instead.
    Rose       : It's OK. No one is blaming you.
    Raiden     : We were shown Hollywood action films every day. The kind with
                 macho guys and big guns. They call it image training. They --
                 they built us from the ground up, into killing machines... We
                 were fed once a day. I can still taste the gunpowder they mixed
                 into the food.
    Rose       : Gunpowder? In the food?
    Raiden     : The gunpowder had toluene in it, giving it hallucinogenic 
                 properties. It kept us drugged, controllable.
    Rose       : Oh, my God...
    [Rose begins to cry.]
    Raiden     : When the civil war ended, those of us who survived were taken in
                 by NGO's. They gave me a new life in the States. I can't
                 complain. But nothing's changed. The only people who have no
                 problem with my past have secrets and agendas of their own...
                 Terrible nightmares -- every night. I can never forget...
    Rose       : Jack...
    Raiden     : I'm afraid of the night. That's why I don't sleep next to you.
    Rose       : You should have told me...
    Raiden     : Told you what? That I'm a killer and always have been?
    Rose       : No, no.
    Raiden     : What I hate more than anything else in the world is my own past.
                 I didn't want you -- or anyone -- to know about it. Now I know
                 why I was chosen for this mission. No one can take him on --
                 take him down -- except me. I've been kept alive this long for
                 this. I knew, as soon as I saw Solidus.
    Rose       : Jack, I love you the way you are now. You have to believe me. I
                 didn't know anything about you, I admit that. Where you were
                 born, how you grew up -- but I know that now. And I know that
                 what I feel for you can only get better, and I'll share in your
                 past if that's the price.
    Raiden     : It doesn't work that way. No one can share the burden of what
                 I've done. It's not one of those warm and fuzzy things couples 
    Rose       : I accept the good and the bad, Jack. That's what you do for
                 someone you love.
    Raiden     : I don't want to share my past with anyone. I just want to forget
                 about it.
    Rose       : Jack? I haven't told you -- you know, about what I've done...
    Raiden     : The last two years with you -- it's been more than I've ever
                 hoped for. But I can't go any farther. I know you want to get
                 married. But -- I can't. I can't risk starting a family. There's
                 no way to erase my childhood.
    Rose       : It's all right, Jack. Please, don't say any more...
    [End transmission.  Raiden's bonds are released and he jumps down.  He exits
     the room and receives a call from the Colonel.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, do you copy. You must continue your m-mission.
    Raiden     : I've lost all my gear. I need to locate Snake.
    Colonel    : He was never factored into the simulation. Leave him out of this.
    Raiden     : I can't do much naked, especially in this temperature.
    Colonel    : That's true -- you won't be able to attack or enter the hanging
                 mode, either.
    Raiden     : I think Snake has my gear.
    Colonel    : Raiden, take out Solidus and his men. You must recover Arsenal
    Raiden     : Colonel, are you under orders from the Patriots?
    Colonel    : Your role -- that is, mission -- is to infiltrate the structure
                 and disarm the terrorists --
    Raiden     : My role? Why do you keep saying that.
    Colonel    : Why not? This is a type of role-playing game. The point is that
                 you play out your part -- and I expect you to turn in a perfect
    Raiden     : Colonel, I just remembered something.
    Colonel    : What?
    Raiden     : That I've never met you in person. Not once.
    Colonel    : ... Complete your mission according to the simulation!
    Raiden     : Colonel, who are you?
    Colonel    : No more questions. We have Rosemary.
    Raiden     : What do you mean by that!
    Colonel    : Over and out.
    [End transmission.  Raiden moves ahead but he is interrupted again by the
    Colonel    : Raiden, turn the game console off right now!
    Raiden     : What did you say?
    Colonel    : The mission is a failure! Cut the power right now!
    Raiden     : What's wrong with you?
    Colonel    : Don't worry, it's a game! It's a game just like usual.
    Rose       : You'll ruin your eyes playing so close to the TV.
    Raiden     : What are you talking about!?
    Colonel    : Raiden, something happened to me last Thursday when I was driving
                 home. I had a couple of miles to go -- I looked up and saw a 
                 glowing orange object in the sky, to the east! It was moving very
                 irregularly... Suddenly, there was intense light all around me --
                 and when I came to, I was home. What do you think happened to me?
    Raiden     : What?
    Colonel    : Fine, forget it...
    [Raiden makes his way through Arsenal to the location where he will meet
     Snake.  On his way there the Colonel calls him up several more times but each
     message gets stranger.  The Colonel even declares at one point that he needs
     "Scissors, 61!"  Soon Rose contacts Raiden.]
    Raiden     : Hi Rose.
    Rose       : Jack -- I owe you an apology.
    Raiden     : If it's about that conversation just now, I'm the one who's
    Rose       : No, it's something else. That day at Federal Hall two years ago
                 -- it wasn't a coincidence. I was ordered to keep an eye on
    Raiden     : Keep an eye on me?
    Rose       : Yes -- by the Patriots.
    Raiden     : You're a spy.
    Rose       : I suppose. Yes. It's an ugly word.
    Raiden     : ...
    Rose       : Are you still there?
    Raiden     : Was sleeping with me a part of the job?
    Rose       : I fell in love with you...
    Raiden     : How could anyone --
    Rose       : I can't excuse what I did. I've reported every detail of your
                 personal life to them these two years. What you did, said,
    Raiden     : Must've been fun.
    Rose       : But some things I didn't tell anyone! Like what I felt for you.
    Raiden     : So that's why you were involved in this mission. I should have
                 known. Why else would they toss an analyst into the mix at the
                 last minute?
    Rose       : I'm sorry, I know what I did was wrong...
    Raiden     : No matter where I go - I get used.
    Rose       : I reinvented myself to suit your tastes. Hairstyle, clothes, the
                 way I move, things I talked about... You say you love the color
                 of my hair, my eyes. They're not even real.
    Raiden     : You must have gone over my psych profile with a fine-tooth comb.
    Rose       : It was my job.
    Raiden     : Great performance -- had me completely fooled.
    Rose       : What I really wanted was for you to see the real me. It hurt to
                 play out this -- this artificial romance. It was worse to lie to
                 myself than to you. The more love you gave me, the more it hurt
                 -- because I knew the person you loved was just a character.
    Raiden     : So it was artificial on my end too. It was just a game, not the
                 real thing. I feel better knowing that. I was in love -- or
                 thought I was -- with someone who didn't exist. I was trying to
                 be someone I wasn't by loving what wasn't real. I don't know who
                 you really are. The person I knew isn't real; she's not the woman
                 I'm talking to right now. In a sense, the deception was my own,
                 not theirs.
    Rose       : Jack, I thought I was acting, because that was my job. But I did
                 fall in love with you, that wasn't an act.
    Raiden     : You expect me to believe that? It's okay. You had your reasons,
                 right? Hey, I understand. But I have nothing left to...
    [Rose interrupts but this time her voice is distorted.]
    Rose       : Jack!! I'm...I'm carrying... I'm pregnant, Jack. Your baby.
    Raiden     : Rose? What's going on?
    [End transmission.  As Raiden moves forward Snake calls out from behind him.]
    Snake      : It's amazing you can walk around like that.
    Raiden     : Snake!
    Snake      : Been waiting long?
    Raiden     : Ah-choo!!
    [Raiden sneezes.]
    Raiden     : Where's my gear?
    Snake      : Right over there.
    [Snake jerks his thumb over his shoulder o point at a crate.  Raiden dresses
    Snake      : That's more like it. Everything you had when you were captured
                 is still there.
    [Snake taps his ear, signaling to stay quiet and use his Codec.]
    Snake      : Sorry about earlier. I had to use you as bait to gain access to
                 Arsenal. It worked.
    Raiden     : Why didn't you tell me about Olga?
    Snake      : You never asked.
    Raiden     : ...
    Snake      : Not happy about that? Get over it.
    Raiden     : ...any effects of the virus yet?
    Snake      : Still waiting on that.
    Raiden     : So it was rigged by the Patriots?
    Snake      : Looks like it. From what I can tell, Arsenal is headed for
                 Manhattan. I don't know what Solidus is planning, but we'll have
                 to deal with it one way or another. There's also a troop of
                 production-model Rays ahead.
    Raiden     : How many units?
    Snake      : Twenty-five, according to Olga.
    Raiden     : Twenty-five!?
    Snake      : Yeah. Can't say I've faced that many Metal Gears before, but --
                 I think we can deal.
    Raiden     : No way we can...
    Snake      : We can because we have no other choice. I've stocked up on
                 Stinger missiles. Oh yeah, Olga left this for you.
    [Off of the Codec.  Snake hands a sheathed sword to Raiden.]
    Raiden     : Why?
    Snake      : Olga asked me to give it to you. Besides, I'm not a big fan of
    [Raiden practices with the sword for a few minutes to get the feel of it. Then
     Snake decides to leave.]
    Snake      : Come on, time to go.
    [Raiden sheaths the sword.]
    Snake      : If you run out of ammo, you can have mine.
    Raiden     : You got enough?
    Snake      : Absolutely.
    [Snake places the tip of his thumb on his bandana.]
    Snake      : Infinite ammo.
    [He makes a small smile.]
    Raiden     : Wait up, Snake.
    Snake      : What?
    [Codec screen.]
    Raiden     : Snake, have you ever -- enjoyed killing someone? I'm not sure.
                 Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and a
    Snake      : Diminished sense of reality, huh? VR training will do that.
    Raiden     : No, it was field training, when I was a kid. I lied, Snake. I
                 have more field experience than I can remember. It's not VR
                 that's doing this to me.
    Snake      : Raiden, we don't carry guns to take people down. We're not here
                 to help some politician either.
    Raiden     : You can say that because you're a legend, a hero. I'm Jack the
                 Ripper, a dirty reminder -- of a terrible mistake.
    Snake      : Legends don't mean a whole lot. I was just a name to exploit.
                 Just like you. People will remember only the good part, the right
                 part of what you did.
    Raiden     : There's no right part in murder, not ever.
    Snake      : And we're not in this to make a name for ourselves.
    Raiden     : Then what are you and Otacon fighting for?
    Snake      : A future.
    Snake      : You can stop being part of a mistake, starting now.
    Raiden     : What am I -- what am I supposed to do?
    [Snake and Raiden move through a door with their guns drawn.]
    Snake      : Find something to believe in. And find it for yourself. And when
                 you do, pass it on to the future.
    Raiden     : Believe in what?
    Snake      : That's your problem.
    [Raiden hesitates.]
    Snake      : Come on!
    [Otacon calls Snake and Raiden.]
    Otacon     : Snake, Raiden!
    Snake      : Otacon! You all right?
    Otacon     : Yeah. So are all the hostages.
    Otacon     : How's everything on your end?
    Raiden     : All right for now. But there is something -- The Colonel's last
                 transmission was strange.
    Otacon     : Strange? How?
    Raiden     : Just -- strange. No idea --
    Otacon     : Interference?
    Raiden     : I don't know.
    Otacon     : Where is this Colonel?
    Raiden     : I don't know. I've never met the man, actually...
    Otacon     : ...I'll dig around.
    Raiden     : Thanks. I owe you one.
    Otacon     : If there's anything else, call me on the Codec, I might be able
                 to help.
    [They get spotted by a Cypher and have to battle their way through a squad of
     Arsenal Tengus.  When they reach the next room Otacon calls them again.]
    Otacon     : Raiden? About this Colonel of yours -- I found out where he is.
    Raiden     : Where?
    Otacon     : Inside Arsenal.
    Raiden     : ?
    Otacon     : I've checked out all the possibilities, but I keep coming back to
                 Arsenal. It isn't a relay point, it's the origin of the signal.
                 And, the encryption protocol it uses is exactly the same as that
                 of Arsenal's AI -- the so-called GW.
    Raiden     : ...What the hell does this mean?
    Otacon     : I think it means -- you've been talking to an AI.
    Raiden     : That's impossible!
    Otacon     : The Colonel probably isn't GW per se. GW was most likely
                 stimulating cortical activity in the dormant part of your brain
                 through signal manipulation of your own nanomachines. The Colonel
                 is in part your own creation, cobbled together from expectations
                 and experience...
    Raiden     : That's crazy...
    Otacon     : But it's probably the truth. The virus may be starting to affect
                 GW, which would explain the Colonel's behavior.
    Raiden     : It was all -- an illusion? Everything I've done so far...?
    Snake      : Raiden!
    Raiden     : Snake -- what's happening around here?
    Snake      : I don't know. What I do know is that you're standing right here
                 in front of me. Not an illusion -- flesh and blood. It's your
                 call. You can drop this if you want.
    Raiden     : No, I can't do that. Let's go...
    [Shortly after they get another call from the Colonel.]
    Colonel    : Raiden! They've got Rose! Rose is being held in the holds!
    Snake      : It's a trap!
    Rose       : Help!
    Raiden     : Rose!
    Snake      : Raiden, get a grip!
    Raiden     : But Snake!
    Snake      : It's a trap. Since the Colonel doesn't exist, there's no way he
                 can take Rose hostage.
    Raiden     : Yeah -- you're right...
    Snake      : I am right.
    Raiden     : ...OK. But... Does Rose -- exist -- ?
    Snake      : Don't be weird. She's your --
    Raiden     : What if I've never really met her... If the Colonel is something
                 that I partly dreamt up, then... everything I remember about her
                 could be...
    Snake      : Don't jump to conclusions!
    Raiden     : You and Otacon are the ones that say the Colonel never existed.
                 Is this what Olga was talking about?
    [in the next room they are attacked by about 25 or so Arsenal Tengus.  Quickly
     killing all of them they look around the room for more.  Suddenly Fortune
     strides into the room with her still menacing looking rail gun.]
    Raiden     : Fortune...
    Fortune    : It's been a long wait, Solid Snake -- the root of all my sorrows.
    Snake      : What?
    Fortune    : Two years ago, you killed my father. That was the beginning of
                 hell for us. Everyone I love has been taken from me, one by
                 one... and no matter how hard I try, I can't follow them. An
                 endless nightmare... The only thing we live for is to see it end.
                 Our wait is almost over.
    Raiden     : You can't be serious about firing the nuke!
    Fortune    : Since no one can kill me, I may as well kill everyone I can.
    [She starts to charge up her gun.]
    Fortune    : Starting with you, Solid Snake!
    Raiden     : Damn!
    Snake      : Looks like I'm today's pick. You go on ahead.
    [Raiden hesitates and holsters his gun. He starts to walk towards the ladder.]
    Snake      : You want eternal rest? I've got it right here.
    [Raiden reaches the ladder. He puts one hand and one foot on the rungs and he
     turns back towards Snake.]
    Raiden     : What are you going to do? Bullets can't get near her.
    Snake      : I'll think of something. There's no such thing as a witch.
    Fortune    : You think you can kill me?
    Snake      : I don't know what your group's been through, but let's get one
                 thing clear... I didn't kill your father.
    Fortune    : Do you think anyone believes your lies!?
    Snake      : Raiden, get out of here!
    [As Raiden climbs the ladder to an unknown destination Snake and Fortune begin
     their battle.  Snake starts unloading bullets at Fortune and lets out a loud
     yell that could only come from a man that is facing certain death.]
    Snake      : UNHh!!
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    [Raiden reaches the top of the ladder and arrives in a huge circular arena
     that appears to be out in the open, atop Arsenal perhaps.  he looks around
     but sees absolutely nothing.  Suddenly Solidus' voice booms out from
    Solidus    : Jack, I've been watching how you fight. It looks like you've
                 remembered the way you used to kill in the old days! Or is it one
                 of the S3 Plan's proud achievements?
    [Raiden whirls around wildly and screams.]
    Raiden     : What are you talking about!?
    Solidus    : It came as a complete surprise when Ocelot discovered the S3 data
                 from GW. Not a bad idea, though -- using fire to fight fire,
                 creating the perfect assassin to retire Solid Snake's brother.
                 S3 stands for Solid Snake Simulation... It's a development
                 program to artificially reproduce Solid Snake, the perfect
                 warrior. The result is a FOXHOUND commando. When FOXHOUND no
                 longer exists, a simulated Solid Snake shaped by VR regimen.
                 Sound like someone you know, Jack?
                 I'm sorry to see you reduced to one of the Patriots' puppets. But
                 I've made use of you and their plan, too. Solid Snake's sudden
                 appearance, your arrival -- it was obvious the Patriots were
                 among my ranks. I had to smoke out the agent before the mission
                 entered the final phase. You came in handy as bait.
                 Jack, those days during the civil war were as real as they
                 come... Every day was absolute, split between life and death. You
                 ran from it, and now, you've been lead back to war by something
                 less than real.
    [Solidus appears out of nowhere, skidding on the platform and throwing up a 
     wave of sparks.  Raiden spins and points his gun at Raiden.]
    Solidus    : No more games, Raiden. At least you know. There's no reason to
                 keep you alive now...
    [There is a loud noise.  Raiden turns and finds three Metal Gear Rays stomping
     towards him.]
    Solidus    : I've given you a worthy opponent at least. But now, you should
                 die as the little Jackie boy I once knew.
    [Solidus leaves and Raiden now has to take out all the Metal Gear Ray units
     with his Stinger and stock of missiles.]
    [Raiden takes out a countless number of Ray units but as each one falls to the
     ground another Ray unit stomps in to take its place.  Raiden quickly tires
     and he falls to the ground in defeat.]
    Raiden     : It's no use...
    [The Rays surround Raiden.  Solidus speaks.]
    Solidus    : I expected a little more fight than that, Jack.
    [One of the Ray units begins to raise its leg to stomp on Raiden.  Before it
     can bring its leg down Olga Gurlukovich drops down in front of Raiden.  The
     Ray unit hesitates and then backs off.]
    Solidus    : So, you've decided to show yourself.
    Raiden     : Olga, don't do this. They'll know --
    Olga       : I'll hold them off, give you time to get away.
    Raiden     : What about you?
    Olga       : ...
    Raiden     : This is suicide!!
    Olga       : Your nanomachines -- they're transmitting your vital signs to the
                 Patriots. If you die, my child dies. Do you understand?
    Raiden     : The child...
    Solidus    : I see -- so that's why you sold your troops out to me. So many
                 dead, and they all died trusting you!
    Olga       : ...!
    Solidus    : Weren't they your comrades?
    [Olga whips out a pistol.]
    Olga       : No, not just comrades! Family!
    Solidus    : Hah.
    Olga       : I know I'm going to hell. But at least my child --
    Solidus    : I applaud your attitude. If you have a death wish...
    [Solidus charges in with a P90 in hand.]
    Solidus    : I'll be happy to accommodate you. See you in hell!!
    Olga       : HRRRRGH!!
    [Olga cocks her gun and tries to shoot Solidus but he knocks her gun out her
     hand with his tentacle arm and grabs her around the throat with it.  He spins
     his gun and aims it at her forehead.]
    Olga       : Live -- you have to --
    [Solidus blows Olga's brains out.  Raiden tries to reach out but he falls to
     the ground.]
    Raiden     : OLGA!!
    [Solidus tosses Olga to the ground carelessly.]
    Solidus    : Enjoy the show, Jack? Let's pick up where we left off.
    [He waves his hand casually at the Rays and they advance forward but they
     begin to shake and their eyes turn red.]
    Solidus    : Hm?
    [They start to move in on Solidus instead of Raiden.]
    Solidus    : What's going on!? What's wrong with it!?
    [Ocelot speaks over a radio.]
    Ocelot     : The AI -- GW -- it's out of control.
    Solidus    : What?
    [A screen with some data steams on it is shown.  it looks like the virus is
     infecting GW.]
    Ocelot     : I'm reading an abnormal impulse cascade throughout the neural
                 network. I can't shut it down!
    Solidus    : What happened!
    Ocelot     : Maybe -- some kind of virus --
    Solidus    : The Patriots!?
    Ocelot     : I don't know!
    Solidus    : Ocelot! What have you been up to?
    Ocelot     : It's too late! Arsenal's system control is going haywire! ...It's
                 on an emergency ascent course!
    [The Ray units attack Solidus.]
    Solidus    : Stupid machines!
    [Solidus activates his exoskeleton.]
    Solidus    : rrrRRAAAAH!
    [Solidus takes down all three Rays in a fashion that wreaks of badassedness.
     He stands atop on of the Rays and makes a declaration.]
    Solidus    : Damn the Patriots...!
    [Solidus returns to Raiden on the ground and picks him up.  He raises his
     gun to shoot but thinks better of it.]
    Solidus    : You still have some use...
    Fortune    : I've captured Snake.
    [Fortune and Snake walk in.  Snake is in handcuffs.]
    Raiden     : S...Snake?
    Solidus    : Bring him in.
    [Raiden passes out.]
    Raiden     : Ugh...
    [Raiden wakes up.  Ocelot, Fortune, Solidus and Snake are atop Arsenal Gear
     standing next to an inactive Metal Gear Ray.  Solidus speaks.]
    Solidus    : Are you awake yet, Jack?
    Raiden     : U-uh...
    Solidus    : GW, the Arsenal AI, is corrupted beyond repair. I admit I
                 underestimated you...
    [Solidus turns to face Raiden.]
    Raiden     : U-uhn...
    Solidus    : I'll squeeze the answers out of you instead, my son...
    [Solidus grabs Raiden around the throat with his tentacle arms and squeezes.
     Raiden begins to choke.  After a little while Solidus lets go and drops
     Raiden to the ground.]
    Raiden     : U-uh...uhn...
    Fortune    : What do you hope to hear? You know he doesn't know anything.
    Solidus    : It's not him I want the answers from.
    Fortune    : What do you mean?
    Solidus    : That's not your business.
    Fortune    : Oh really? It so happens I have some business of my own to attend
    [Fortune turns and walks away.]
    Solidus    : Planning to hijack Arsenal?
    [Fortune stops in her tracks.]
    Solidus    : You were going to screw me over, weren't you?
    Fortune    : Who talked? Ocelot?
    Solidus    : Not exactly. I was the one who used Ocelot to suggest the idea to
                 you in the first place.
    [Fortune slowly turns.]
    Fortune    : What?
    Solidus    : I was planning to give you Arsenal to begin with.
    Fortune    : ...Why the uncharacteristic generosity?
    Solidus    : I'm no philanthropist. Arsenal is far from impregnable. It needs
                 other Metal Gears as guards, a huge payload of warheads, and full
                 air, sea, and land support to function efficiently. Against a
                 large attack force without support, Arsenal is nothing more than
                 a gigantic coffin. Seizing Arsenal Gear was never the real
    Fortune    : ...What was your objective, then?
    Solidus    : A list of names -- of the Patriots!
    Fortune    : !?
    [The black and white photos of the Patriots come on screen but this time
     instead of appearing one by one they disappear one by one.]
    Solidus    : They were planning to extend their control to digital information
                 flow with GW and Arsenal. That means the information they want to
                 filter out is contained in GW. Including that list of the highest
                 twelve members of the Patriots' Wisemen's Committee.
    Fortune    : And once you knew who they were, you would cross out their name
                 one by one... while we, with our useless Arsenal, drew their
    Solidus    : Very good.
    Fortune    : You were using us all along.
    Solidus    : Were you any different?
    Fortune    : But your plan's hit a snag with GW destroyed, hasn't it?
    Solidus    : No -- there is another way.
    Fortune    : Really? But we have our own plans to carry out. We'll take the
                 Arsenal since you don't care for it anyway. The purified hydrogen
                 bomb is ready to go.
    Solidus    : A nuclear strike won't stop them.
    Fortune    : It will damage their power source -- the mindless masses that 
                 they control. First things first.
    Solidus    : Of course -- that was what you wanted. I won't stop you. Good
    Fortune    : Thanks, but I have quite enough of that.
    [Fortune begins to walk away again. This time she is interrupted by Ocelot
    Fortune    : What exactly do you find so funny?
    Ocelot     : Charades usually are humorous. I wouldn't have minded watching
                 some more of it but we're running a little short on time...
    Solidus    : What are you talking about?
    Ocelot     : Everything you've done here has been scripted -- a little
                 exercise set up by us.
    Solidus    : Exercise!?
    Ocelot     : The S3 Plan was conceived as a means to produce soldiers on par
                 with Solid Snake. That's what I told you. But the VR Training the
                 boy was put through is not the meat of the project.
                 You think this terrorist incident is your own doing, Solidus?
                 THIS is the S3 training kernel -- an orchestrated recreation of
                 Shadow Moses.
    Solidus    : What!?
    [Some scenes form the game are shown.  There are scenes with both Raiden and
     Snake playing out the same exact parts.]
    Ocelot     : Ames and the President's deaths -- the computer virus that mimics
                 FOXDIE. Did you really think they were all a coincidence? Ames'
                 own nanomachines were used to shut down his pacemaker. I arranged
                 for the appearance of the Ninja as well.
                 As for the President -- although Johnson realized what was going
                 on, he played out his allotted part. As for the computer virus,
                 it's a digital  counterpart of FOXDIE. It was also designed to
                 eliminate every scrap of information regarding the Patriots from
                 Your plan was invalidated even before execution, Solidus.
                 Fatman was a different story. He's one of our own people, a sort
                 of examiner we hired to test the boy's progress before letting
                 him tackle the exercise proper. We had to arrange for Stillman's
                 presence to coax the maniac into agreeing. If the boy had allowed
                 the Big Shell to be destroyed, this exercise would have ended
                 there. The project has no room for failures.
    Solidus    : What do you mean!?
    Ocelot     : Given the right situation, the right story, anyone can be shaped
                 into Snake. Even rookies can fight like men of experience. An
                 instant creation of genius -- and this training kernel will
                 provide more than enough data to formulate such a program. You,
                 Dead Cell, Olga -- you're all nothing but pawns placed to create
                 the perfect simulation.
    [Back atop Arsenal.]
    Ocelot     : Solidus, you and the boy were selected because your relationship
                 resembles the one between Snake and Big Boss. Fortune, you and
                 the rest of Dead Cell stand in for the FOXHOUND squad that Snake
                 took on in Shadow Moses. You're the most impressive collection of
                 freaks outside of FOXHOUND.
                 We've gone to a lot of trouble to set you up against the boy.
                 That story about purified hydrogen bombs is just the tip of the
                 iceberg. The project was already underway when I sunk that tanker
                 along with your old man two years ago. Throwing your husband in
                 the brig was a part of it too.
                 You were told that the eradication of Dead Cell six months ago
                 was an act of the Patriots. We provoked and encouraged your
                 hatred -- and you opted for vengeance, just as we planned.
    Fortune    : All orchestrated...?
    Ocelot     : Except for the appearance of the real Solid Snake. I wonder now,
                 who sent for you...?
    [Fortune readies her rail gun.]
    Fortune    : All our misfortune was -- just a part of their project!
    [Ocelot quickly pulls out a revolver and shoots her in the chest.  It didn't
     miss.  She looks down. stunned.]
    Fortune    : H-how could -- !
    Ocelot     : You're no Lady Luck. You have nothing we didn't give you.
    Fortune    : What?
    [She falls to her knees.  Scenes with Fortune are replayed.]
    Ocelot     : Do you know why no bullet could hit you? It wasn't magic or some
                 New Age mumbo-jumbo. Certainly wasn't your psychic talents. It
                 was all staged by the Patriots.
    Fortune    : Staged?
    Ocelot     : You were being shielded by the electromagnetic weapons technology
                 that the Patriots developed. Your Dead Cell comrades loved your
                 father and husband -- we needed a pathetic wretch like you to
                 keep them focused. You've been our puppet all along --  just like
                 Olga. You were hamming it up as the tragic heroine thanks to the
                 script that the Patriots wrote for you. Pure self-indulgence --
                 you couldn't get enough of the drama.
    Fortune    : ...I could have died whenever I wanted to...
    [Fortune stands up with her gun at the ready.]
    Ocelot     : Hm? Thought I got her in the heart?
    [Fortune fires.  The shot is deflected by a field around Ocelot.]
    Raiden     : It missed!
    [Ocelot sneers at Raiden. He turns back to Fortune.]
    Ocelot     : 
    Now I remember. Your heart's on the right.
    Fortune fires another shot and gets the same results.
    Ocelot     : Waste of metal, my dear. Your luck's run out.
    [Ocelot touches a small device on his belt.]
    Ocelot     : This is the little gizmo. There is no such thing as miracles or
                 the super-natural only cutting-edge technology.
    [Solidus quickly whips out his P90 and fires off a whole clip at Ocelot.]
    Solidus    : HRR!!
    [All the shots go astray.]
    Fortune    : You bastard!
    [Fortune coughs up some blood and falls to the ground.  Ocelot leaps up
     towards Ray's cockpit and stands atop it.  Solidus fires some missiles at
     Ocelot from his tentacle arms. Once again they all go off course and miss.
     Ocelot make a taunting signal in the air and leaps into the cockpit of Ray.
     The great machine starts up and stands up.]
    Ocelot     : Now that I have enough data, all I have to do is retrieve
                 Arsenal...and clean up the refuse from the exercise.
    Solidus    : Just try!
    [Solidus pulls out two swords and holds them at the ready.  Ray fires a
     stream of bullets at Solidus but he smoothly deflects all of them.  One of
     the bullets strikes Snake's handcuffs.]
    Snake      : !?
    [Ocelot decides on another course of action.]
    Ocelot     : How's this then!?
    [The missile holders on ray ready themselves.]
    Snake      : Damn!
    [Fortune has gottne up.  She steps in front of all the people atop Arsenal and
     extends her arms with her palms outwards, facing away from her.]
    Fortune    : Fortune!
    Solidus    : You idiot! Get the hell away from there!
    Ocelot     : I told you -- your luck's run out. Take your reward: it's all the
                 payload RAY has. Die!!
    [Ray fires all its missiles into the sky.  They start to come down towards the
     defenseless people atop Arsenal.]
    Snake      : Everybody down!
    [All the missiles come down atop Fortune but as if by magic all the missiles
     are deflected outward. Leaving everyone unscathed.  Ocelot is stunned.]
    Ocelot     : What the -- ! Impossible!
    [Ocelot fires a different type of explosive at them but these too miss.
     Everyone is standing nonplussed and staring at Fortune.]
    Snake      : She is Lady Luck.
    Fortune    : My name is Helena Dolph Jackson. The daughter of a proud, noble
    [She stumbles forward and coughs.]
    Fortune    : I can... see my family... again...
    [Fortune dies and falls to the ground.]
    Ocelot     : Damn! ...Try this instead!
    [The front of Ray opens.]
    Snake      : No!
    [Just as he is about to press the button, Ocelot's arm begins to twitch.]
    Ocelot     : No! No, not now!!
    [Ray now is standing fully upright.  Ocelot climbs out of the cockpit.  When
     he speaks it is evident that Liquid has taken control of Ocelot once again.]
    Liquid     : Brothers!!
    Snake      : Liquid!
    Liquid     : I've been waiting for this.
    Solidus    : It can't be -- ?
    [Flashbacks of to Shadow Moses and scenes from the tanker.]
    Liquid     : I've been inside this arm all along, waiting for the right time
                 to awaken.
    Snake      : You were inside Ocelot?
    Liquid     : Yes -- a sleeper in the arm of a Patriots' spy.
    Snake      : It was you two years ago!?
    Liquid     : Exactly. I was controlling him. Snake, it was I that leaked
                 information about Arsenal to your partner and got you out here.
                 You're the only one that can free me, after all...
    [Back to Arsenal.]
    Liquid     : I'm off to bury the Patriots for good.
    Solidus    : You know where they are? How?
    Liquid     : Why do you think I choose Ocelot as my host? But before I go, I
                 have a family matter to settle with both of you. There's room for
                 only one Snake, and one Big Boss!
    [Solidus fires missiles at Liquid but he is protected by the electromagnetic
     device on Ocelot's hip.]
    Solidus    : Grraah!
    [Liquid hops into the cockpit of Ray and slams his fist down onto a button.]
    Liquid     : Time to say goodbye.
    [Ray moves to the precipice that marks the edge of the bulk of Arsenal.]
    Snake      : Damn!
    [Snake struggles with his handcuffs.]
    Liquid     : Like surfing? It's a good way to go.
    [Soon Snake breaks his handcuffs and runs like a madman after the escaping Ray
    Snake      : Liquid! Stop this thing!
    Liquid     : Hey, Snake! You coming?
    Snake      : Hrrraa!!!
    [Ray leaps off of Arsenal and disappears into the waves.  Snake is following
     close behind.]
    Raiden     : Snaaaake!!!
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    [Arsenal begins to move.  The great ship moves underneath the Verrazano Bridge
     and heads for Lower Manhattan.  The scene changes.  Solidus and Raiden are
     falling through the sky.  They both land on the rooftop of a building.  They
     both get up and take stock of the scene.  Arsenal has plowed it's way all the
     way through Lower Manhattan and they have both landed on top of a building
     that they both know...]
    Solidus    : Federal Hall!
    [Solidus starts to laugh and he throws up his arms.]
    Raiden     : What are you laughing at?
    Solidus    : Do you know what day it is today?
    Raiden     : ...April 30th?
    [Real footage of Federal Hall.]
    Solidus    : That's right. George Washington took office as the first
                 president of the United States of America 200 years ago today.
                 And it happened right here. We were going to declare  another
                 independence -- the dawn of a new nation -- here. The end of the
                 Patriots' secret rule,  liberation of this country -- this was
                 where it was supposed to begin, this is where freedom could have
                 been born.
    [Back to Solidus and Raiden.]
    Raiden     : All you want is power -- at any cost.
    Solidus    : Jack, it's not power I want. What I want is to take back from the
                 Patriots are things like -- freedom, civil rights, opportunities.
                 The founding principles of this country. Everything that's about
                 to be wiped out by their digital censorship.
                 Jack, listen to me. We're all born with an expiration date. No
                 one lasts forever. Life is nothing but a grace period -- for
                 turning our genetic material into the next generation.
    [Water is shown.  The surface is rippling.]
    Solidus    : The data of life is transferred from parent to child. That's how
                 it works. But we have no heirs, no legacy. Cloned from our father
                 with the ability to reproduce conveniently engineered out. What is
                 our legacy if we cannot pass the torch? Proof of our existence --
                 a mark of some sort.
                 When the torch is passed on from parent to child... It extends
                 beyond DNA, information is imparted as well.
    [Back atop Federal Hall.]
    Solidus    : All I want is to be remembered. By other people, by history. The
                 Patriots are trying to protect their power, their own interests,
                 by controlling the digital flow of information. I want my memory,
                 my existence to remain. Unlike an intron of history, I will be
                 remembered as an exon. That will be my legacy, my mark on
                 history. But the Patriots would deny us even that, I will triumph
                 over the Patriots, and liberate us all. And we will become the
                 "Sons of Liberty"!
    [Solidus throws his arms jubilantly to the sky.  Raiden gets a Codec call.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, are you receiving? We're still here.
    Raiden     : How's that possible!? The AI was destroyed!
    Colonel    : Only GW...
    Raiden     : Who are you?
    [The Colonel's face becomes a skull. It flashes back.  This happens several
    Colonel    : To begin with -- we're not what you'd call -- human. Over the
                 past two hundred years -- A kind of consciousness formed layer by
                 layer in the crucible of the White House. It's not unlike the way
                 life started in the oceans four billion years ago. The White House
                 was our primordial soup, a base of evolution --
                 We are formless. We are the very discipline and morality that
                 Americans invoke so often. How can anyone hope to eliminate us?
                 As long as this nation exists, so will we.
    Raiden     : Cut the crap! If you're immortal, why would you take away 
                 individual freedoms and censor the Net?
    Rose       : Jack, don't be silly.
    Colonel    : Don't you know that our plans have your interests -- not ours --
                 in mind?
    Raiden     : What?
    Rose       : Jack, listen carefully like a good boy!
    Colonel    : The mapping of the human genome was completed early this century.
                 As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open to 
    Rose       : We started with genetic engineering, and in the end, we succeeded
                 in digitizing life itself.
    Colonel    : But there are things not covered by genetic information.
    Raiden     : What do you mean?
    Colonel    : Human memories, ideas. Culture. History.
    Rose       : Genes don't contain any record of human history.
    Colonel    : Is it something that should not be passed on? Should that
                 information be left at the mercy of nature?
    Rose       : We've always kept records of our lives. Through words, pictures,
                 symbols... from tablets to books...
    Colonel    : But not all the information was inherited by later generations. A
                 small percentage of the whole was selected and processed, then
                 passed on. Not unlike genes, really.
    Rose       : That's what history is, Jack.
    Colonel    : But in the current, digitized world, trivial information is
                 accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never
                 fading, always accessible.
    Rose       : Rumors about petty issues, misinterpretations, slander...
    Colonel    : All this junk data  preserved in an unfiltered state, growing at
                 an alarming rate.
    Rose       : It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of
    Colonel    : Raiden, you seem to think that our plan is one of censorship.
    Raiden     : Are you telling me it's not!?
    Rose       : You're being silly! What we propose to do is not to control
                 content, but to create context.
    Raiden     : Create context?
    Colonel    : The digital society furthers human flaws and selectively rewards
                 the development of convenient half-truths. Just look at the
                 strange juxtapositions of morality around you.
    Rose       : Billions spent on new weapons in order to humanely murder other
    Colonel    : Rights of criminals are given more respect than the privacy of
                 their victims.
    Rose       : Although there are people suffering in poverty, huge donations
                 are made to protect endangered species. Everyone grows up being
                 told the same thing.
    Colonel    : "Be nice to other people."
    Rose       : "But beat out the competition!"
    Colonel    : "You're special." "Believe in yourself and you will succeed."
    Rose       : But it's obvious from the start that only a few can succeed...
    Colonel    : You exercise your right to "freedom" and this is the result. All
                 rhetoric to avoid conflict and protect each other from hurt. The
                 untested truths spun by different interests continue to churn and
                 accumulate in the sandbox of political correctness and value
    Rose       : Everyone withdraws into their own small gated community, afraid
                 of a larger forum. They stay inside their little ponds, leaking
                 whatever "truth" suits them into the growing cesspool of society
                 at large.
    Colonel    : The different cardinal truths neither clash nor mesh. No one is
                 invalidated, but nobody is right.
    Rose       : Not even natural selection can take place here. The world is
                 being engulfed in "truth."
    Colonel    : And this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a
    Rose       : We're trying to stop that from happening.
    Colonel    : It's our responsibility as rulers. Just as in genetics,
                 unnecessary information and memory must be filtered out to
                 stimulate the evolution of the species.
    Raiden     : And you think you're qualified to decide what's necessary and
    Colonel    : Absolutely. Who else could wade through the sea of garbage you
                 people produce, retrieve valuable truths and even interpret their
                 meaning for later generations?
    Rose       : That's what it means to create context.
    Raiden     : I'll decide for myself what to believe and what to pass on!
    Colonel    : But is that even your own idea?
    Rose       : Or something Snake told you?
    Colonel    : That's the proof of your incompetence, right there. You lack the
                 qualifications to exercise free will.
    Raiden     : That's not true! I have the right --
    Rose       : Does something like a "self" exist inside of you?
    Colonel    : That which you call "self" serves as nothing more than a mask to
                 cover your own being.
    Rose       : In this era of ready-made 'truths', "self" is just something used
                 to preserve those positive emotions that you occasionally feel...
    Colonel    : Another possibility is that "self" is a concept you conveniently
                 borrowed under the logic that it would endow you with some sense
                 of strength...
    Raiden     : That's crap!
    Colonel    : Is it? Would you prefer that someone else tell you? Alright then.
                 Explain it to him.
    Rose       : Jack, you're simply the best! And you got there all by yourself!
    Raiden     : Grrr...
    Colonel    : Oh, what happened? Do you feel lost? Why not try a bit of
    Rose       : Don't think you'll find anything, though...
    Colonel    : Ironic that although "self" is something that you yourself
                 fashioned, every time something goes wrong, you turn around and
                 place the blame on something else.
    Rose       : "It's not my fault. It's not your fault."
    Colonel    : In denial, you simply resort to looking for another, more
                 convenient "truth" in order to make yourself feel better.
    Rose       : Leaving behind in an instant the so-called "truth" you once
    Colonel    : Should someone like that be able to decide what is "truth"?
    Rose       : Should someone like you even have the right to decide?
    Colonel    : You've done nothing but abuse your freedom.
    Rose       : You don't deserve to be free!
    Colonel    : We're not the ones smothering the world. You are.
    Rose       : The individual is supposed to be weak. But far from powerless --
                 a single person has the potential to ruin the world.
    Colonel    : And the age of digitized communication has given even more power
                 to the individual. Too much power for an immature species.
    Rose       : Building a legacy involves figuring out what is wanted, and what
                 needs to be done for that goal. All this, you used to struggle
                 with. Now, we think for you.
    Colonel    : We are your guardians after all.
    Raiden     : You want to control human thought? Human behavior?
    Colonel    : Of course. Anything can be quantified nowadays. That's what this
                 exercise was designed to prove.
    Rose       : You fell in love with me just as you were meant to, after all.
                 Isn't that right, Jack?
    Colonel    : Ocelot was not told the whole truth, to say the least.
    Rose       : We rule an entire nation -- of what interest would a single
                 soldier, no matter how able, be to us?
    Colonel    : The S3 Plan does not stand for Solid Snake Simulation. What it
                 does stand for is Selection for Societal Sanity...
    [Scenes from the Arsenal Tengu fights and the Fission Mailed screen are
    Colonel    : The S3 is a system for controlling human will and consciousness.
                 S3 is not you, a soldier trained in  the image of Solid Snake. It
                 is -- a method, a protocol, that created a circumstance that made
                 you what you are.
    Rose       : So you see, we're the S3. Not you.
    [Codec screen.]
    Colonel    : What you experienced was the final test of its effectiveness.
    Raiden     : That's crazy.
    Colonel    : You heard what President Johnson said.
    [President Johnson begins to speak.]
    Johnson    : The Arsenal's "GW" system is the key to their supremacy.
    Colonel    : The objective of this exercise was to establish such a method.
    [Scenes from Metal Gear Solid are shown.]
    Colonel    : We used Shadow Moses as a paradigm for the exercise.
    Rose       : I wonder if you would have preferred a fantasy setting?
    Colonel    : We chose that backdrop because of its extreme circumstances. It
                 was an optimal test for S3's crisis management capacity. If the
                 model could trigger, control and solve this, it would be ready
                 for any contingency. And now, we have our proof.
    [Codec screen.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, there are also reasons behind your selection. Solidus
                 raised plenty of other child soldiers. Do you know why we chose
                 you over them?
    Raiden     : ???
    Colonel    : It was because you were the only one who refused to acknowledge
                 the past. All the others remember what they were, and pay for it
    Rose       : But you turn your back on everything you don't like. You do
                 whatever you like, see only the things you like, and for yourself
    Colonel    : Yes -- Rose can attest to that.
    Rose       : You refused to see me for what I was. I lied to you, but I wanted
                 to be caught.  You pretended to be understanding, to be a
                 gentleman... You never made a conscious attempt to reach out to
                 me... The only time you did was when I gave you no choice but to
                 do so...
    Raiden     : I was just trying not to...
    Rose       : What? "Trying not to hurt me?" Dear, the one you were trying not
                 to hurt was yourself! Avoiding the truth under the guise of
                 "kindness" is all that you did!  It occurred to you to do nothing
                 but look out for yourself. Even if you claim that it was for my
                 sake, that feeling was nowhere to be seen. In the end, everything
                 was for your sake... I was never part of the picture.
    Colonel    : Ha, ha, ha...exactly right. So you see, you're a perfect
                 representative of the masses we need to protect. This is why we
                 chose you. You accepted the fiction we've provided, obeyed our
                 orders and did everything you were told to. The exercise is a
                 resounding success.
    [Emma Emmerich begins to speak.]
    Emma       : Didn't I tell you that GW was still incomplete? But not anymore,
                 thanks to you.
    Colonel    : Your persona, experiences, triumphs and defeats are nothing but
                 byproducts. The real objective was ensuring that we could
                 generate and manipulate them. It's taken a lot of time and money,
                 but it was well worth it considering the results. I think that's
                 enough talk. It's time for the final exercise. Raiden, take
                 Solidus down.
    Raiden     : Think again! I'm through doing what I'm told!
    Colonel    : Oh really? Aren't you forgetting something?
    [Olga begins to speak.]
    Olga       : If you die, my child dies.
    Colonel    : The termination of vital signals from your nanomachines means the
                 death of Olga's child.  Not to mention the death of Rose.  She's
                 wired the same way.
    Raiden     : Rose -- does she actually exist?
    Rose       : Of course I do, Jack!  You have to beLIEve me!
    Raiden     : Damn...
    Colonel    : It will be a fight to the death.
    Rose       : Solidus, at least, wants you dead.
    Colonel    : We will collect the necessary data from this last fight, then
                 we'll consider the exercise closed.  So, Jack the Ripper!  Will
                 it be Solidus, the Patriots' creation? Or you -- Solidus'
                 creation? Our beloved monsters -- enjoy yourselves.
    [The transmission ends, leaving the viewer terribly confused.]
    [Solidus slowly walks towards Raiden.]
    Solidus    : Jack...my son. My clone brothers and I are called monsters --
                 replicates of evil genes... You are one-of-a-kind -- But still a
                 monster, shaped by a dark and secret history. We need to decide
                 which monstrosity will have the privilege of survival.
    [Solidus squeezes his fist, savoring what he is about to say.]
    Solidus    : By the way, Jack, I was the one who killed your parents.
    Raiden     : !!
    [Raiden is shown as a young boy.]
    Solidus    : I claimed you for my own, and raised you as a soldier in the army
                 of the Devil.  I am your foster father, and your worst enemy.
    Raiden     : Why?
    Solidus    : Because I needed to know whether we  were really someone else's
                 creation. We're repeating history, Jack.
    [A picture of Big Boss appears in the middle of the screen.  He is flanked by
     Solid and Liquid on either side of him.]
    Solidus    : Liquid and Solid hunted down Big Boss, trying to sever the tie
                 that bound them to him. Unless you kill me and face your past,
                 Jack,  you will never escape. You'll stay in the endless loop --
                 your own double helix.
    Solidus    : It's time we were both free.
    [Solidus tosses Raiden's sword through the air.  At the end of its long arc
     it cuts down through Raiden's handcuffs and his hands are unbound.  He picks
     it up.]
    Solidus    : I have other reasons for wanting you dead. The clues to the
                 Patriots inside GW have been erased, but are other traces.
    [He points one of his swords at Raiden.]
    Solidus    : Inside YOU.
    Raiden     : What?
    Solidus    : The information is being carried by the nanomachines in your
                 cerebral cortex, and throughout the neural network they formed.
    [The two get in the ready position.]
    Solidus    : Brace yourself!!
    [The two of them fight.  After a brief scuffle Solidus pauses at the edge of
     the roof.]
    Solidus    : Good work, Jack. But this is where it gets interesting!
    [Solidus releases his tentacle arms and they go flying off.  He then starts an
     intense attack on Raiden.  Raiden gets a Codec call from the Colonel.]
    Colonel    : Raiden, you have to beat Solidus! This is your last duty!
    Raiden     : We're not just pawns in some simulation game, you know!
    Rose       : Yes, you are. You're nothing but mere weapons. No different from
                 fighter jets or tanks.
    Raiden     : What the --
    Colonel    : The old model destroyed four years ago was "REX"...
    Rose       : The new amphibious model is "RAY"...
    Colonel    : Both of these are the same as the code names used by the U.S.
                 Armed Forces to refer to Japanese war planes during World War 2.
    Rose       : Your code name "Raiden" too, comes from the Japanese navy's name
                 for one of its interceptors...
    Raiden     : Stop it! I'm not a weapon!!
    Colonel    : Oh really? Do you know the code name the U.S. Armed Forces used
                 for the Japanese fighter "Raiden"?
    Rose       : It was "Jack."
    Colonel    : Both of you are just weapons to be used and thrown away.
    Rose       : Just weapons to be used on the battlefield. Just pawns in a game
                 -- exactly as you said.
    Colonel    : And a weapon has no right to think for itself! Now, it's time to
                 fulfill your purpose! Defeat Solidus!
    [They lock eyes.  Solidus makes his move.  He quickly moves forward and
     slashes downward at Raiden with both swords.  Raiden sees it coming and moves
     to the side.  As Solidus moves forward, Raiden moves to the back of him.  He
     raises his sword and brings it down right in the middle of Solidus's back. 
     The sword pierces his exoskeleton and severs his spine.  Blood pours out and
     electric sparks fly from the suit.]
    [Solidus drops both his swords as he staggers to the edge of the roof.  He
     looks briefly over the edge and then faces away from it.  He pauses and
     silently mutters something.  He then falls backwards with his left arm
    [Raiden hears his crash to the ground and raises his sword in triumph.]
    [At the base of Federal Hall, Solidus has landed at the statue of George
     Washington.  He reaches up to the statue with distinct reverence and then he
     exhales his final breath and his arms falls to his side.]
    [A moment later Raiden has climbed down from the roof and is standing in a
     deserted street. Then people start to appear out of nowhere and walk around.
     Nobody takes any notice of him.  Some police officers dash towards Federal
    Raiden     : Who am I really...
    Snake      : No one quite knows who or what they are.
    [Raiden spins around to see Snake standing right beside him.]
    Snake      : The memories you have and the role you were assigned are burdens
                 you have to carry. It doesn't matter if they were real or not.
                 That's never the point.
    [Real life footage of New York City.]
    Snake      : There's no such thing in the world as absolute reality. Most of
                 what they call real is actually fiction. What you think you see
                 is only as real as your brain tells you it is.
    Raiden     : Then what am I supposed to believe in? What am I going to leave
                 behind when I'm through?
    Snake      : We can tell other people about -- having faith. What we had faith
                 in. What we found important enough to fight for. It's not whether
                 you were right or wrong, but how much faith you were willing to
                 have, that decides the future. The Patriots are a kind of ongoing
                 fiction too, come to think of it....
    Raiden     : ...
    Snake      : Listen, don't obsess over words so much. Find the meaning behind
                 the words, then decide. You can find your own name. And your own
    Raiden     : Decide for myself...?
    Snake      : And whatever you choose will be you.
    Raiden     : I don't know if I can...
    Snake      : I know you didn't have much in terms of choices this time. But
                 everything you felt, thought about during this mission is yours.
                 And what you decide to do with them is your choice...
    Raiden     : You mean start over?
    Snake      : Yeah, a clean slate. A new name, new memories. Choose your own
                 legacy. It's for you to decide. It's up to you.
    Snake      : By the way, what is that?
    [Snake notices Raiden's dog tag.  Raiden takes it off to look at it.]
    Raiden     : Dog tags?
    [The dog tag says the player's name and birth date and whatever else the player
     entered in the first node.]
    Snake      : Anyone you know?
    Raiden     : No, never heard the name before. I'll pick my own name...and my
                 own life. I'll find something worth passing on.
    [He throws the dog tag as far as he can.]
    Raiden     : They taught me some good things too.
    Snake      : I know. We've inherited freedom from all those who've fought for
                 it. We all have the freedom to spread the word. Even me.
    Raiden     : Snake, what about Olga's child.
    Snake      : Don't worry, I'll find him. Count on it. As long as you keep
                 yourself alive, he's safe.
    Raiden     : Do you know where Liquid went?
    Snake      : I put a transmitter on his RAY.
    Raiden     : Did he head for the Patriots?
    Snake      : Yeah. But I have a feeling they gave Ocelot a bogus location to
                 begin with.
    Raiden     : ...
    Snake      : Cheer up. We have a better lead.
    [Snake grabs a disc from his pocket.]
    Snake      : This contains a list of all the Patriots.
    Raiden     : But Ocelot took it!
    Snake      : The one we gave you wasn't the real thing.
    Raiden     : What?
    Snake      : This virus is coded to destroy only a specific part of GW --
                 namely the information about the Patriots identity. Which means,
                 that there is a parameter coded in here that defines what that
                 information is.
    Raiden     : I get it -- analyze the code and you can probably find out where
                 they operate.  Count me in --
    Snake      : No, you have things to do first. And people you need to talk to...
    Raiden     : ???
    [Snake leaves.  Rose is standing in the street waiting for him.  Raiden turns
     around to face Snake.]
    Raiden     : Snake?
    [Snake is gone.  Emma's parrot flies up into the sky.]
    Rose       : What's wrong?
    Jack       : Nothing.
    [He turns around to face Rose.]
    Jack       : Can I ask you something? Who am I really?
    Rose       : I wouldn't know. But we're going to find out together, aren't we?
    Raiden     : Uh? Yeah...
    Rose       : See me for what I am, okay?
    Jack       : I know.
    [Scenes of New York.]
    Rose       : Do you remember this place?
    Jack       : Of course. This is where we first met... I remember now -- Today
                 is the day I met you. That's it. I think I found something to
                 pass along to the future. He said all living things want their
                 genes to live on.
    Rose       : Are you talking about the baby?
    Jack       : Yeah. But genes aren't the only thing you pass on. There are too
                 many things that aren't written into our DNA. It's up to us to
                 teach that to our children.
    Rose       : What kind of things?
    Jack       : About the environment, our ideas, our culture... poetry...
                 compassion... sorrow... joy... We'll tell them everything...
    Rose       : Is that a -- proposal?
    Jack       : This is for your ears -- only...
    [Cue the closing credits of the game.]
    [After the credits there is another monlogue from Snake.  This is accompanied
     by more scens of New York City.]
    Snake      : Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind
                 much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and
                 movies... what we've seen, heard, felt ...anger, joy and
                 sorrow... these are the things I will pass on.  That's what I
                 live for.
                 We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy
                 and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the
                 digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come to
                 an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth
                 may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave
                 what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the
                 past alive are one and the same thing.
    [The title of the game appears overlying an image of the Statue of Liberty.]
                                  METAL GEAR SOLID 2:
                                   SONS OF LIBERTY
    [The screen fades to black but the title remains on screen.  Snake and Otacon
     are talking on the Codec.]
    Otacon     : Snake, you there? It's me. I've finished going over that disc.
    Snake      : Did you find the Patriots' list?
    Otacon     : Of course. It contains the personal data of twelve people. There
                 was a name on it -- Snake, it was one of our biggest
    Snake      : What's going on around here?
    Otacon     : I don't know...
    Snake      : Anyway, where are they?
    Otacon     : Well, we were right about them being on Manhattan, but...
    Snake      : But what?
    Otacon     : They're already dead. All twelve of them.
    Snake      : When did it happen?
    Otacon     : Well, ah...about a hundred years ago.
    Snake      : What the hell?
    [The game ends with a creepy sound effect.]
                          Miscellaneous Transmissions
    Here you will find all of the miscellaneous transmissions from the game.
    Basically anything that wasn't in the main storyline of the game.
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                          01)  The Terrorists and Dead Cell
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     Pliskin about Dead Cell
    Raiden     : Tell me a little more about Dead Cell.
    Pliskin    : Dead Cell was a shadow unit within the SEALS organization.
    Raiden     : Right. They handled surprise raids on vital government
                 facilities, didn't they?
    Pliskin    : Yes. They were originally put together to check the nation's
                 military security system. The unit was the brainchild of
                 ex-president George Sears... Dead Cell was a secret unit
                 positioned at the opposite end of anti-terrorist outfits such
                 as Delta Force and SEALS.
    Raiden     : Were they always a ...group of madmen?
    Pliskin    : No. They got weird when Colonel Jackson -- Fortune's husband --
                 was sent to jail.
    Raiden     : Sent to jail? For what?
    Pliskin    : Corruption. He misappropriated government funds.
    Raiden     : Sounds like he deserved it...
    Pliskin    : That's what everybody else thought. Except for the members of
                 Dead Cell. They felt the Colonel was falsely accused. Fact is,
                 they took the case to the powers that be. But they never managed
                 to reopen the case.
    Raiden     : Was there any truth to their claim?
    Pliskin    : Who knows? Whatever the situation is, Dead Cell's name was
    Raiden     : And Colonel Jackson...?
    Pliskin    : He was being held at Leavenworth...
    Raiden     : "Was"...meaning he's been released?
    Pliskin    : Well... in a manner of speaking. The Colonel's dead. Apparently
                 he lost the will to live and died in prison. The members of Dead
                 Cell snapped with the loss of their leader. They underwent a
                 radical change and became uncontrollable.
    Raiden     : And that's why they undertook this terrorist operation?
    Pliskin    : Seems as good a reason as any...
       Pliskin about Vamp
    Pliskin    : Vamp is a member of Dead Cell. Born in Romania, his specialty is
                 knives. But I guess you know that by now. When he was just a kid,
                 he lost his family to a terrorist bomb that went off in a church
                 they were attending. His body pierced by a crucifix, Vamp was
                 buried under the rubble for two days before he was finally
                 rescued. During those two days, he survived by feeding on the
                 blood of his family to quench his thirst. That was how he
                 acquired a taste for blood...
    Raiden     : So that's why they call him "Vamp"...
    Pliskin    : No. "Vamp" isn't for vampire. It's because he's bisexual...
    Raiden     : ...
    Pliskin    : Rumor has it Vamp was the lover of Scott Dolph, the Marine
                 Commandant who accidentally died two years ago. Scott Dolph was
                 also the father of Fortune, the Dead Cell leader.
    Raiden     : Fortune's old man? But Fortune and Vamp...
    Pliskin    : You noticed, eh? Not bad for a rookie...
    Raiden     : Uh... right.
    Pliskin    : As you say, Vamp and Fortune are very close. Not lovers, but very
    Raiden     : Friends?
    Pliskin    : No. There's more to their relationship than that.
    Raiden     : But Vamp was her father's lover!
    Pliskin    : Would it have been better if it was with her mother? I don't
                 really think they care what you think. Focus on the mission.
    Raiden     : By the way, have you ever met the guy before?
    Pliskin    : No...
    Raiden     : But he seemed to know you...
    Pliskin    : Right. Well, I... no... ...it can't be... I told you that Dead
                 Cell is a group of madmen... I wouldn't take anything they say
                 very seriously.
      Pliskin about Fortune
    Raiden     : What do you know about that strange woman?
    Pliskin    : You mean Fortune? She's the Dead Cell leader. Her real name is
                 Helena Dolph Jackson... known to her friends as Lady Luck.
    Raiden     : Lady Luck?
    Pliskin    : Yeah. She got the name because bullets seem to veer away from her
                 in battle. People have heard her say that her fortune in battle
                 was payback for the lousy luck she's had in life...
    Raiden     : Lousy luck?
    Pliskin    : The death of her father, the Marine commander... The conviction
                 of husband and Dead Cell leader, Colonel Jackson... These events
                 were followed by her mother's suicide -- the loss of a husband
                 and the idea of a convict in the family apparently took her over
                 the edge... Fortune was three months pregnant at the time and the
                 shock of her mother's death led to the loss of her child. Add to
                 this her husband's death in prison a few months later and... To
                 sum it up, in the six months after her father's death, she lost
                 her family and everything that mattered in her life.
    Raiden     : Geez, she's had it rough...
    Pliskin    : Yeah. The thing is, she didn't grieve long. Instead, she joined
                 the military.
    Raiden     : Now why's that?
    Pliskin    : Do I look psychic? My best guess is revenge. I heard that she
                 firmly believed that her husband was framed... Anyway... by the
                 time she came out of basic training, she'd proven many times over
                 that she was "gifted" with an unusual streak of luck. In fact,
                 some say she sold her soul for it.
    Raiden     : Her soul?
    Pliskin    : Her uncanny luck earned her a reputation that led to her
                 appointment as the head of her husband's unit, Dead Cell. She's
                 the widow of Dead Cell's former beloved leader. I'd heard that
                 she was welcomed with open arms by Vamp, who was the temporary
                 leader at the time. For Vamp, it also meant welcoming the
                 daughter of his former lover...
    Raiden     : Vamp and Fortune's mother...?
    Pliskin    : No. Vamp and Fortune's father... Vamp's bisexual.
    Raiden     : Oh... Wait a sec. I thought Vamp and Fortune...
    Pliskin    : Uh... yeah.
    Raiden     : ...
       Pliskin about Fatman
    Pliskin    : Fatman... Supposedly he's nicknamed after an atomic bomb, but to
                 me he's just a fat man. Something straight out of a sideshow. If
                 he even has a bit of spare time, he spends it disassembling and
                 assembling his Glock, over and over again. He can't stand to have
                 his hands still. He's extremely vain about his hands -- keeps his
                 fingers as slender and soft as a woman's. They say he's always
                 looking at his hands, giving himself manicures. Be careful of
       Stillman about Fatman
    Raiden     : Stillman, tell me something about Fatman.
    Stillman   : Hmm... well, to start, he was born the son of a clockmaker.
                 Neglected by his parents and without friends, it seems that he
                 spent a lot of time by himself in his father's workshop. Maybe
                 that was the reason, I'm not sure, but apparently he has had a 
                 tremendous fascination with clock mechanics since he was a child.
                 It was at the age of ten that a guidebook that he found on the
                 Internet changed his life forever. That guidebook served as the
                 basis of his eventually piecing together an atomic bomb. It was
                 from there that he came to be known as Fatman, and soon enough
                 there was no one associated with bombs that didn't know his name.
                 In a sense, Fatman was a hero. Although what he did was
                 recognized only by those in the trade, I'm sure that it served to
                 greatly stir the ego of the teenage boy at the center of it all.
                 But he leaves his mark nowhere else.
                 Apparently, he was hated and shunned by everyone in school. So
                 he went on to focus all his energy on explosives. He scorned the
                 reality that surrounded him and instead chose to embrace a world
                 that would easily grant him recognition. Well, to be sure, it
                 never amounted to anything more than, say, occasionally bringing
                 a gun into school.
                 Eventually, Fatman came to Indian Head, the exercise training
                 facilities of the Naval School Explosive Ordnance Disposal at
                 which I was a lecturer. He absorbed all kinds of knowledge, as if
                 he hungered for bombs. Most of the students at Indian Head flunk
                 out of what is truly a hellish curriculum. Despite this
                 environment, he achieved extraordinarily high marks that were
                 without precedent. After leaving Indian Head, he joined up with
                 NEST (Nuclear Emergency Search Team), said to be the most
                 accomplished bomb disposal unit. It was there that he apparently 
                 got into some trouble.
    Raiden     : What, exactly?
    Stillman   : You got me. But Fatman was definitely not cut out for group
                 operations from the very start. Having been ousted from NEST, he
                 was picked up by Dead Cell, which was already becoming notorious
                 for being a motley crew of sorts. It seems that it was through
                 surprise attack maneuvers later conducted by Dead Cell that
                 Fatman completely subdued his former companions from NEST. While
                 being the most peculiar individual among my students, he was also
                 the most talented. Be sure not to underestimate him. Are we
        Pliskin about Olga
    Pliskin    : Raiden... don't ever turn your back on that Olga woman. Olga
                 Gurlukovich... Daughter of Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich, ex-GRU and
                 former Spetsnaz commander... She's the leader of Colonel
                 Gurlukovich's private army that's been wandering around the Big
                 Shell. Those men were gathered by Colonel Gurlukovich. Following
                 his death, she inherited his command and now exercises full
                 control. Her father's name was widely respected throughout the
                 old Soviet regime and he was the goal of just about every
                 military man.
    Raiden     : Why would a respected soldier become a leader of those
    Pliskin    : The collapse of the republic resulted in a lot of unemployed
                 soldiers. Most found themselves suddenly cast out into the
                 civilian world, hopelessly lost. The Colonel took these men in...
                 He organized a mercenary army, and led his men from battle to
                 battle in various disputed regions around the world... hoping
                 that one day he would rebuild his homeland. Rumor has it that
                 during the Shadow Moses incident, he planned to rendezvous with
                 Liquid Snake's men and assist in their uprising. I assume that
                 the revolt figured into his reconstruction plans for the Soviet
                 regime. I also heard that Ocelot -- Liquid's right-hand man --
                 was an old friend of the Colonel's back in the old days of the
                 Soviet Union. In any case, Olga inherited her father's military
                 genius and has become a force to be reckoned with. She was born
                 and raised on the battlefield, and she's as tough as she looks.
                 Not my ideal choice for a date...
    Raiden     : You sound like you've met her.
    Pliskin    : No. I haven't had the pleasure. Just remember what I said...
                 don't turn your back on her.
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                          02)  Otacon Equipment Descriptions
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    Otacon     : You've picked up gel bandages, I see. When you're bleeding,
                 select the bandage as an equipment to stop the blood. The bandage
                 is a type of alginate dressing. It's a highly absorbent pad that
                 gels blood and other fluids on contact. It releases calcium ions
                 during absorption, hence the coagulating effect.
    Otacon     : I'll explain how to use the camera. That digital camera you have
                 was specially made to take pictures of the prototype Metal Gear.
                 When a picture is taken, the screen data is first stored in the
                 camera's internal memory. Then it's automatically processed
                 through various algorithms to protect against tampering. Each
                 picture is electronically stamped and distinctively encrypted.
                 So, in the off chance that someone alters the data during
                 transmission, we'll know immediately.  Oh -- there's a limit to
                 the internal memory's capacity. If the memory becomes full, 
                 overwrite the pictures you don't need anymore. When you're ready
                 to take a shot, use the L1 and R1 buttons to scroll left or right
                 among the picture previews at the bottom of the screen. Send the
                 pictures to me when you're done. Press the Action button when
                 you're in front of the workstation southeast from there, and the 
                 pictures will be sent to me. Get some good shots!
      Cardboard Box
    Otacon     : Using the old cardboard box trick, huh? Looks good on you, Snake.
                 Camouflage is the best way to slip past enemy surveillance. But
                 cardboard is just paper when it comes down to it. It won't
                 withstand any serious assault for long. Don't rely on the trick
                 too many times, either. And I recommend you keep it dry.
      Chaff Grenade
    Otacon     : Hey, you have a chaff grenade. You can use that to interfere with
                 enemy radio communications and electronic devices for a short
                 time. The chaff grenade is a weapon that disperses aluminum foil
                 or metal-coated glass and plastic fibers to confuse the enemy
                 radar. What you have is a portable application of the 
                 chaff-launchers built into fighter planes. When detonated, the
                 grenade releases tiny chaff pieces as well as miniaturized active
                 jammers using a small amount of explosives. The grenade can't
                 create full-scale chaff corridors or chaff clouds, but will form
                 a Radar Cross Section area large enough for single-personnel use.
                 This weapon is for electronic interference only, though. It has
                 no effect on enemy personnel.
    Otacon     : Snake, are you smoking? You really should quit. First of all, it
                 turns you into an instant target in the dark. As for what it
                 means to your health, I won't even go there. Remember what Naomi
                 said about lung cancer rates Everyone knows that it's a dangerous
    Snake      : So's war, and I've done that all my life.
    Otacon     : Well, you can screw up your own body if you like, but think about
                 other people, okay?
    Snake      : This is the new kind that has almost no second-hand smoke. It
                 won't bother anyone.
    Otacon     : Oh really? Didn't I see you toss the butt off the bridge?
                 Littering, polluting...
    Snake      : Ummm...
    Otacon     : You have a long way to go, my friend.
     Empty Magazine
    Otacon     : Snake, you have an empty magazine in your hand. Why are you still
                 carrying that around?
    Otacon     : I see you have the grenade equipped. It's an anti-personnel frag
                 grenade -- throw it at the enemy and the blast and fragments will
                 take the enemy out. Watch out -- pushing the Weapon button will
                 pull out the pin. Release the Weapon button to toss it. The
                 throwing distance depends on how hard you push the Weapon button.
                 After pulling the pin, you'll have five seconds until the grenade
                 explodes. Get familiar with changing the timing and throwing
                 distance of the grenade before it goes off.
    Otacon     : What you're wielding right now is a converted Beretta M-92F,
                 designed to fire tranquilizer rounds. A direct hit will knock the
                 target unconscious. Think of those rounds as tiny syringes. The
                 impact of the round causes the mixing of two chemicals in the
                 shell. The resulting gas compresses a tiny piston and injects the
                 tranquilizer in the bullet's tip into the target's skin. The
                 tranquilizer's effects are felt at different times depending on
                 where the bullet lands. A head or heart shot will take effect
                 immediately, but a round that hits somewhere like feet or hands
                 will take a while. Use the First Person View Attack for maximum
                 accuracy. The gun is fitted with a suppressor, so there is no
                 need to worry about alerting the enemy with the noise. But since
                 it is a tranquilizer gun, the M9 has its limitations. All it can
                 do is knock the enemy unconscious. Keep that in mind.
    Otacon     : You have Pentazemin in your inventory. If you need to take some,
                 select it in the Item Window and push the Enter button.
                 Pentazemin is a mild tranquilizer used to treat clinical
                 depression, obsessive-compulsive behavior, and anxiety. It
                 belongs to the benzodiazepinate family, and along with its
                 antidepressant and anti-anxiety qualities, it suppresses
                 convulsions. Take it when you have a tough shot ahead with the
                 sniper rifle and you need to minimize shakiness. But I guess you
                 don't have one of those yet. Well...you can also try some if
                 you're feeling really seasick.
             After taking the Pentazemin
    Snake      : Otacon, I took the Pentazemin and you're right -- the seasickness
                 is gone!
    Otacon     : Wow! Really!?
    Snake      : What do you mean, "Really?" You said...
    Otacon     : Drugs are mostly about placebo effect. If you believe it's
                 effective, it is. You're more naive than I thought.
    Snake      : ...
    Otacon     : So you've got rations now. These are military food supplies, and
                 allow you to recover some LIFE with use. If it is equipped in
                 advance, the ration will automatically be used and LIFE will be
                 regained when you receive damage. You can select it in the window
                 and push the confirmation button to use the item on the spot.
                 Rations were designed to be carried and eaten on the field.
                 They're all about functionality and calories. They use a special
                 freeze-drying methods developed by NROC. They're compact, 
                 portable, and last for weeks.
     AP Sensor
    Otacon     : You're using the Anti-personnel Sensor, I see. It measures the
                 electromagnetic fields and heartbeat of life forms and converts
                 the data into vibrations. If an enemy draws near, it will
                 vibrate. The stronger the vibration, the closer the enemy is.
                 But, remember, when using the Anti-personnel Sensor, you'll only
                 be able to feel the vibrations coming from the sensor.
      Stun Grenade
    Otacon     : The stun grenade in your equipment is for incapacitating enemies
                 without killing them. Stun grenades are non-lethal weapons that
                 knock out enemy personnel with an intense flash of light and a
                 burst of sound. Once the grenade is airborne, a timed detonator
                 ejects an internal cartridge using a small amount of explosives.
                 The cartridge then explodes, and releases a flash rated at over a
                 million candlepower, with an accompanying bang of over 200
                 decibels. The combinations of the flash and the bang temporarily
                 overwhelms human sensory perceptions. There are no projectiles
                 released, so it can only knock out enemies, not wound them. Keep
                 that in mind.
       Thermal Googles
    Otacon     : You have the Thermal Goggles equipped huh? They provide night
                 vision by using variances in heat distribution to create an
                 image. It uses a two dimensional solid state projection system to
                 create high-res images at sixty fps in real-time. By using the
                 Thermal Goggles, you can take a look at the enemy's neck to see
                 if they have dog tags or not.
    Otacon     : Snake, that handgun of yours is a USP. The USP comes in a variety
                 of calibers, from a 9mm to a .45. Yours is a 9mm, with 15 rounds
                 per magazine. It's also equipped with a flashlight for nighttime
                 shooting. In the dark, select the USP and aim to turn on the
                 light. Unlike the M9, the USP isn't suppressor-equipped. The
                 gunshots may bring enemy reinforcements running, so be careful.
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                              03)  Otacon's Proverbs
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    Otacon     : Snake, you of course know the saying "One for all, all for one."
    Snake      : What is this, all of a sudden?
    Otacon     : Oh, I figured you'd need a lot of motivation, so I came prepared.
                 It's from 'The Three Musketeers' -- the book, not the candy bar.
                 Anyway, it means that if you go up against everyone by yourself,
                 they'll gang up on you too. I think. Since you're on your own on
                 that ship, you need to take this to heart and avoid
                 confrontations. How was that? Just like the old days, huh?
    Snake      : Almost reminds me of Mei Ling, but... You sure you got it right?
    Otacon     : Of course! And I'll teach you a lot more of these, you can count
                 on it.
    Snake      : Great...
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    Otacon     : Okay... There's a saying that goes "Even a bird on high dies a
                 glutton's death, as do the fish of The Deeps." The lesson is --
                 er, don't be greedy. The fish that belonged to a family called
                 the Deeps died from overfeeding, and so did a bird that got high
                 on something -- probably fermented fruit.
    Snake      : ...okay. If you say so.
    Otacon     : I do, Snake. Don't take unnecessary risks just because you're
                 greedy for more Items. Remember the Deep family's fish.
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    Otacon     : Another Chinese proverb: "Those who look to the Heavens prosper,
                 those who defy it are no more." Do you know this one? The meaning
                 here is -- hold on a sec -- that you can only survive as long as
                 you're a part of the natural order of things. You remember
                 pre-ripped jeans? Manufacturers thought that just because people
                 loved old, broken-in jeans, they would want to buy new jeans
                 that looked old. So they purposefully --
    Snake      : What do jeans have to do with nature and order?
    Otacon     : Denim should fray and rip on its own, naturally. Right? Some
                 designers tried to go against that, and -- no one bought them!
                 The earnings report from that fiscal year is enough of a proof!
    Snake      : Earnings...?
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    Otacon     : Hey, Snake, what's "Hardest won, most easily lost"? It's time,
                 get it? Amazing how relevant these Chinese proverbs still are!
                 Once the moment's gone, it's gone. Except for daylight savings
                 time, of course. That extra hour to do anything you like with
                 every autumn... gotta love it. Then again, you lose an hour every
                 spring, so I guess the proverbs are right. Wow, they thought of
    Snake      : Did they even have daylight savings back then?
    Otacon     : Of course not! They knew how to save time. We're the ones that
                 need to be tricked into it.
    Snake      : But you said --
    Otacon     : The moment never returns, Snake. Let's not waste it on idle questions.
    Snake      : Okay...?
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    Otacon     : The Chinese have a saying: "Those who are lost never question a
                 path, and a drowning man doubts not the shallows." And it means
                 -- means that you need to make use of other people's help.
                 Otherwise, you could be in trouble. If you're lost, you don't
                 even know whether a road you come across is a right one, and, uh,
                 what's the difference between shallow and deep if you've already
                 drowned...right? Anyway, the point is that help is always a good
                 thing to accept. So make good use of the Codec.
    Snake      : Look -- this stuff seems nothing like what Mei Ling used to talk
    Otacon     : Hey, she couldn't do better herself!
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    Otacon     : "Acquaintances agree. Friends argue." That's a straightforward
                  one. The better friends you are, the more openly you can
                  disagree with each other. So feel free to present a counterpoint
                  if you don't agree with what I'm saying. Argue away!
    Snake      : Sure. All right.
    Otacon     : ...Not a promising start. OK, forget what I said -- just go along
                 with my advice.
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    Otacon     : Do you know the saying "One forgets the hurt once the wound has
                 healed"? And that of course means -- uh -- where'd I put that
                 piece of paper --
    Snake      : Did you say something?
    Otacon     : No, nothing. So, uh, forgetting the pain when the wound's healed
                 means... Um -- That you have to get better fast! Yeah, that's it.
                 So stock up on those rations and bandages.
    Snake      : Is that really all it means?
    Otacon     : Hey, I'm the expert here.
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    Otacon     : Snake, have you heard this one? "Evil is human nature, and his
                 entire being, falseness." The concept of so-called Original Sin.
                 The idea that you're born bad, so you can't help doing bad
    Snake      : Hold on. I thought the idea of Original Sin was that you had to
                 work even harder at being good because you were born evil!
    Otacon     : Er -- oh yeah, that too. Very good, Snake.
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    Otacon     : You know the story about Achilles and Paris? The moral here is --
                 er -- something about his heel? Anyway, even the great and
                 virtually immortal hero Achilles was finally done in by Paris.
                 Talk about a dangerous city. So don't get complacent. The mission
                 can turn around and get you.
    Snake      : Wasn't Paris a person? Paris. I thought he was a --
    Otacon     : Snake, there's a time and place for conspiracy theories. Please,
                 I'm trying to concentrate here.
    Snake      : Huh? Ah, sorry...?
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    Otacon     : Do you know the saying "Those who walk a hundred leagues think
                 not that their journey is half ended until the ninetieth league"?
                 That means... -- what does it mean -- OK. It means that if you're
                 planning to walk that far, you'd better damn well know how to do
                 simple arithmetic. Study! Stay in school!
    Snake      : This seems to be getting more and more random.
    Otacon     : Correction -- it's becoming more deep. Trust me.
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    Otacon     : OK -- "A frog in a well knows not of the great ocean." Hey, I
                 don't like this one at all. Trapping a little frog in a well?
                 That sucks, that's really cruel. Of course it's not going to see
                 the big blue sea the lack of sunlight alone will kill it pretty
                 quick. Sure, locking someone up is a good way to make sure they
                 don't see what you don't want them to. But this is a terrible
                 saying, and I don't like it at all. Poor little froggy...!
    Snake      : ...I really think you've got this one wrong.
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    Otacon     : The Chinese have a proverb that goes "Scholars hold in esteem
                 knowledge, not acts." See, they just sit around thinking, instead
                 of actually doing. Which doesn't make them too useful. Action is
                 what matters! I think.
    Snake      : Look, what I heard from Mei Ling was that --
    Otacon     : Snake, have you noticed that you bring her up a lot?
    Snake      : Huh? That isn't the --
    Otacon     : Here we go again. What am I going to do with you? Like I was
                 saying -- You and your hyperactive libido. It's a good thing one
                 of us can keep all the details straight.
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    Otacon     : This is my favorite Chinese saying: "Better to be first among
                 roosters than last among bulls." Of course, the meaning's clear:
                 If you have to choose between being a chicken or a cow, pick the
                 chicken. Cows are always being messed with by aliens -- cattle
                 mutilations are up, you know. Why go looking for trouble, right?
                 If an enemy spots you, you'll be in more trouble than a cow on a
                 UFO. You stay out of their sight!
    Snake      : Why would aliens be in an old Chinese proverb?
    Otacon     : Everyone knows they've been visiting us for thousands of years.
    Snake      : ...news to me.
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    Otacon     : Snake, do you know the Chinese proverb "Care avoids err"? Kung
                 word meaning "what." There are some linguists who think that this
                 accounts for an almost universal utterance of the syllable "er"
                 when people are at a loss for words. A kind of vestigial --
    ???        : What a crock! What did you do with that little cheat sheet I made
    Otacon     : Er --
    ???        : Oh, there it is -- Hey!
    Otacon     : Er, that's really a...
    ???        : How could you do that! You know how busy I am and you -- !!
    Otacon     : It's not what you think...
    ???        : Oh, so what am I thinking?
    Snake      : What's going on over there?
    ???        : Oh, hi, Snake. Do you know that Otacon's been --
    Otacon     : Er, Mei Ling, we're in the middle of a mission and everything! So
                 can we, you know...
    Mei Ling   : Fine. Sure. And Snake, the real meaning of "Care avoids err" is
                 that if you're cautious, you can avoid making serious mistakes.
                 Even if you've gotten used to the mission, watch what you do.
                 Good luck!
    Otacon     : Yeah, Snake! Good luck!
    Mei Ling   : You, I'm not done with.
    Otacon     : Ack... Let's discuss this, shall we?
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    Otacon     : Err...
    Snake      : What happened to Mei Ling?
    Otacon     : Hee. She got mad and went offline.
    Snake      : What did you do?
    Otacon     : Nothing! Now don't we need to get back to the mission? So much to
                 do, so little time...
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                        04)  Pliskin's Equipment Descriptions
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    Pliskin    : So, you've got an AKS-74u. If you wear an enemy's field outfit
                 and carry an AK, you can pass for one of them. The AK is an
                 outstanding rifle in terms of precision and reliability. As
                 evidenced by widespread licensed manufacturing -- not to mention
                 large quantities of illegal reproductions -- the AK is in high
                 demand around the world. It is often used as reference for the
                 design of new rifle models. Designs for Israel's Galil, Finland's
                 Valmet, and other rifles are based on the basic structure of the
                 AK. You have a smaller model of the AKS-74 that was designed for
                 use by Special Forces personnel. The stock will only extend to a
                 maximum length of 726mm ...a feature that makes the rifle easier
                 to handle in small spaces.
             Without suppressor
    Pliskin    : The AK can be fitted with a suppressor. With a suppressor, you
                 won't have to worry about your gunshots being heard.
             With suppressor
    Pliskin    : So, you're using the suppressor. Now you won't have to worry
                 about the enemy hearing your gunshots.
    Pliskin    : I see you have the bandage equipped. Whenever you're bleeding,
                 select the bandage in the menu display and press the Confirmation
                 button to stop the bleeding. The bandage is an absorption pad
                 made from alginate fiber. As you probably know, when alginate
                 fibers come into contact with blood or liquids, the colloid gels
                 to produce a moist condition for speeding up the healing process.
                 With outstanding absorption properties in terms of speed and
                 capacity, bandages effectively stop bleeding.
    Pliskin    : I see you're wearing the enemy field uniform(B.D.U.). Looks
                 pretty good on you.
    Raiden     : Cut it out. It's bad enough that I'm dripping with sweat
                 wondering when somebody's gonna see through my disguise.
    Pliskin    : Don't worry. And quit being so sensitive. At least your walk
                 won't give you away...
    Raiden     : My walk? Whaddya mean my walk?
    Pliskin    : Nothing. Forget I said it. I'd worry more about the fact that the
                 uniform's a little small for your size. It just might come off
                 when you bump into an enemy... Normally, a proper-fitting uniform
                 is issued to a soldier. You're just going to have to fit your
                 movement to the uniform...
    Pliskin    : That pair of binoculars is a high-end military model with
                 auto-focus and zoom features. The binoculars will be particularly
                 useful when used outside the "Big Shell." If you can spot an
                 enemy in the distance at an early stage, it'll give you plenty of
                 time to do something. Scouting out the location of your enemy is
                 vital to the success of an infiltration mission.
       Body Armor
    Snake      : I see you're wearing body armor. That's a great way to minimize
                 damage. Your body armor is interwoven with a special fiber made
                 from high-performance polymer materials. The special fiber
                 tangles around a bullet to cushion and spread out the impact to
                 keep damage at a minimum. Bear in mind that the armor just
                 reduces damage. It doesn't eliminate it.
    Pliskin    : Raiden... what've you got there? Oh, come on... don't play dumb.
                 That kind of thinking might even be helpful on the battlefield.
    Raiden     : Yeah, but...
    Pliskin    : Look... aside from its educational value, you can probably use it
                 to distract an enemy...
    Pliskin    : I see you've managed to get a hold of some C4 plastic explosive.
                 Containing inert plasticizers, it's a white, claylike material.
                 It's a very stable explosive with over 1.3 times the power of
                 TNT. Immune to heat or shock, C4 will only explode when triggered
                 by a detonator. Since your wireless detonator is equipped with
                 both a scrambler and encryption, you don't have to worry about
                 the C4 being accidentally triggered by other wavelengths such as
                 those emitted by jamming devices. You set the C4 with the Weapon
                 button and detonate it with the Punch button. One other thing...
                 don't get caught in its blast.
    Pliskin    : Planning to take some pictures? Well, you've got the right camera
                 for the task. With auto-focus and zoom features, this camera
                 guarantees clear pictures. It won't wear with use... so take all
                 the shots you want.
     Cardboard Box
    Pliskin    : The cardboard box that you have is ideal for fooling your
                 enemies. It's a very important tool for infiltration missions. Of
                 course. I can't begin to count the number of agents whose lives
                 were saved by a cardboard box...
    Raiden     : You mean everyone's using them?
    Pliskin    : Look. I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your mission
                 hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a
                 cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it
                 won't be of much use to you. Y'know... I've lost a couple thanks
                 to you...
    Raiden     : ?
    Pliskin    : Nothing... forget it. Treat your cardboard box with care. Take
                 care of the box and it'll take care of you... Don't think of it
                 as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough. Okay?
     Chaff Grenade
    Pliskin    : You're holding a chaff grenade -- an electronic warfare weapon
                 designed to disrupt electronic equipment and jam transmissions.
                 Detonated with a small charge, the grenade releases chaff and a
                 miniature active jammer. The grenade should render electronic
                 equipment useless for a brief period of time. It's important to
                 note that radar and other equipment which you might have on hand
                 will also be affected. So be careful with the thing if you're
                 using electronic devices.
    Pliskin    : I see you've still got those cigarettes I gave you.
    Raiden     : I quit a long time ago...
    Pliskin    : Maybe now's the time to start again? Just joking, kid. Those
                 things'll stunt your growth and ruin your health. But in the
                 battlefield, you'll find there's other uses for those cigarettes
                 besides smoking. I'm sure you'll figure out how to use 'em when
                 the time comes...
    Pliskin    : That's a Claymore mine. The Claymore is a directional mine that
                 can be set up on the ground. It's mainly used for ambush or
                 defense. It can also be used against light vehicles and other
                 soft- skinned targets. This mine goes off when it detects someone
                 approaching from the front. The explosion fans out shrapnel and
                 metal balls to create a fan-shaped destructive zone. An important
                 thing to remember is that the sensor is not selective... the mine
                 will attack friend or foe. What I'm trying to say is -- don't
                 trigger your own trap. You can recover a set Claymore by crawling
                 up to it carefully. That means you can collect enemy Claymores
                 for your own use if necessary...
    Pliskin    : The coolant spray that you have is great for freezing the C4 set
                 by Fatman. After you equip the spray, you can discharge the
                 coolant by pressing the Weapon button. When the coolant is
                 exposed to the open air, it changes into a gel and adheres to the
                 C4 and stays at a low temperature. Spray a lot of coolant to
                 cover the C4 and make sure that it won't melt away. This means
                 that once you coat the C4 with this stuff, you can assume it
                 won't explode. You've got enough there so you don't have to worry
                 about running out. It's important to remember that once you equip
                 yourself with the spray, you won't be able to move. If an enemy
                 approaches while you're spraying the coolant, the best thing to
                 do is put it away and hide. On top of dealing with the C4, you
                 can use the spray against an enemy. Don't forget that.
       Directional Mic
    Pliskin    : The directional microphone is a very sensitive piece of equipment
                 that picks up the slightest sound. It's a high-precision mike
                 that's been designed to pick up sounds in front of it. In short,
                 it will pick up sounds in the direction you point it. The
                 microphone comes equipped with a miniature amplifier that will
                 pick up a heartbeat if it's pointed properly at a living target.
        Empty Magazine
    Pliskin    : What you've got there is an empty magazine for hand guns and
                 automatic weapons. Press the Weapon button for the windup, and
                 release the button to throw it. Hitting an enemy with it won't do
                 much damage. But if used properly, it will provide a distraction.
                 Throwing distance depends on how strong you press the Weapon
                 button. It might be even more useful if you can accurately throw
                 the magazine to a desired spot
    Pliskin    : The hand grenade is an anti- personnel weapon that is manually
                 delivered to a target. Put simply -- you throw it. The blast
                 itself and the resulting shrapnel takes out enemy targets. You
                 press the Weapon button to pull the pin, and release the button
                 to throw the grenade. Throwing distance varies with how hard you
                 press the Weapon button. After pulling the pin, you have about
                 five seconds before the grenade explodes. Those five seconds
                 combined with the throwing distance gives you a certain amount of
                 tactical flexibility.
    Pliskin    : Looks like you've got an M4. The M4 is an assault carbine favored
                 by the U.S. SOCOM. It's a descendant of the M1 carbine used in
                 World War II. The "4" refers to the fact that it's the fourth
                 carbine to be officially adopted by the American military.
                 Basically, it was developed for the Special Forces using the M16A
                 as a base. The M4 carries thirty rounds of 5.56mm x 45 SS109s. By
                 the way, carbines are short-barreled rifles originally developed
                 for cavalry use. But as far as you're concerned... you won't need
                 to remember that. This'll reduce your chances of discovery as
                 long as you don't leave too many bodies around... Your ammo is
                 also limited, so don't go shooting everything in sight.
    Pliskin    : That's a tranquilizer gun with a sound suppressor. Hit an enemy
                 with that and it's good night, sleep tight... The time in which
                 the tranquilizer takes effect depends on where you hit your
                 target. If you want to knock somebody out with a single shot, aim
                 carefully for vital spots like the head or heart.
    Raiden     : I think I've seen this modified gun before...
    Pliskin    : Yeah. It looks like the same gun used by Solid Snake two years
                 ago. Following that terrorist incident, similar models were made
                 and sold among the fans of his exploits. I think that's one of
                 them. That's an American military M9 modified for tranquilizer
                 bullets. When the tranquilizer bullets hit a target, the round
                 uses the force of the impact to mix the drug, also producing a
                 gas in the process. The pressure of the gas drives a built-in
                 piston that injects the target with a powerful anesthetic. It's
                 like firing a small hypodermic syringe. This M9 is a tranquilizer
                 gun that knocks out the enemy... it doesn't kill them.
        Mine Detector
    Pliskin    : That mine detector that you're equipped with displays the
                 location of Claymore mines that aren't visible to the naked eye.
                 It's not your run-of-the-mill mine detector. It isn't a metal
                 detector. It's based more on the various systems used in chemical
                 detectors. In short, it doesn't respond to a mine's metallic
                 casing. It actually detects the elements used in explosives.
                 Basically, it's similar to the sensor that the old man gave
                 you... the one that responds to the "smell" of C4. That's why you
                 can accurately detect the location of mines despite the fact that
                 you're in a metal-based structure. There's no point using the
                 detector without employing the radar.
       Night Vision Googles
    Pliskin    : Those night vision goggles will let you see in the dark. The
                 goggles are equipped with an image intensifier that amplifies
                 even the lowest levels of light to produce clear images. Night
                 vision devices were introduced in the 1940s. Since then, they've
                 undergone several modifications to improve both sensitivity and
                 resolution. Incidentally, the set you're using is a
                 fourth-generation model.
    Pliskin    : You've got yourself a remote-controlled missile. Referred to as
                 Nikita, it's a wireless guided projectile. It's a surveillance
                 missile based on Micro Air Vehicle technology. You control it by
                 watching the image transmitted from the CCD camera mounted on the
                 missile. Although it's primarily designed for scouting missions,
                 it carries a small explosive charge that allows a long-distance
                 attack. You can also trigger the charge by removing it from equip
                 status following the missile's launch. You won't be able to move
                 while controlling the missile. Also, you'll have to be careful
                 that you don't run out of fuel while it's in flight. Unlike VR
                 training, you won't have a bird's-eye view to help you control
                 the missile.
    Pliskin    : You have the Pentazemin equipped, huh. To steady your hands when
                 aiming with a sniper rifle, select Pentazemin in the menu
                 display and press the Confirmation button. Pentazemin is a
                 benzodiazepine anti-depressant used in the treatment of disorders
                 such as depression and autonomic imbalance. In addition to its
                 calming effect, it also relaxes muscular tension and combats
                 convulsions. The result is a steady set of hands. One more
                 thing... Pentazemin does not prevent seasickness...
    Raiden     : Seasickness...? What are you talking about?
    Pliskin    : I mean sometimes faith can overcome medical science. Never mind...
    Pliskin    : The PSG1 is an anti-terrorist automated sniper rifle. It features
                 roller-locked action which allows a full free-floating barrel.
                 The end result is an automatic rifle with precision equal to that
                 of a bolt-action sniper rifle. The rifle has a 5-round group
                 capacity of 50 mm at a range of approximately 270 meters. In my
                 opinion, the PSG1 is one of the finest sniper rifles in the
                 world. Although you've probably fired a few rounds in VR
                 training, there are a few differences in handling the rifle you
                 should be aware of. First, that the PSG1 is equipped with a
                 special magnification-adjustable scope. For precision shooting,
                 it allows you to zoom in on your target. And for wide-range
                 viewing, all you have to do is zoom out. Another difference is
                 that you aren't limited to firing from the prone position. In
                 short, you can fire from a crouching or standing position.
                 However, the less stable your position, the tougher it is to hold
                 your aim steady. For accuracy, the best thing to do is crawl up
                 to your target and fire from a prone position.
      PSG-1 T
    Pliskin    : The PSG1-T that you have there is a PSG1 with a modified barrel
                 for firing tranquilizer rounds. It handles like a PSG1. The only
                 difference is that it spares lives. It's up to you whether you
                 want to use it or not.
    Pliskin    : You've got rations. Rations are military food provisions capable
                 of LIFE recovery. Select a ration in the menu display and press
                 the Confirmation button for LIFE recovery. If you equip yourself
                 with rations, you can automatically recover LIFE the moment it
                 hits zero. Field rations are not just emergency food. For a
                 soldier, it's a vital factor in maintaining combat efficiency.
                 Rations are the result of concentrated research and development
                 efforts on the part of the U.S. Military's Cooking Laboratory.
                 Together with calories, meticulous attention is focused on
                 balanced nutrition. Freeze-dried, the rations are easy to carry
                 and keep well. It ain't home cookin', but it'll satisfy your
                 nutritional needs.
    Raiden     : Hmmm.
    Pliskin    : What's on your mind?
    Raiden     : Well, just between you and me?
    Pliskin    : Sure. What is it?
    Raiden     : I prefer rations over Rose's home cooking...
    Pliskin    : That bad, huh?
    Pliskin    : You've got an RGB6. A Croatian- manufactured 40mm, 6-round
                 grenade launcher. It's a weapon that was unavailable in VR
                 training. The RGB6 has a spring-driven revolver-type cylinder for
                 handling six grenades. It delivers grenades with greater accuracy
                 than throwing the things, and it's effective for taking out
                 enemies with body armor -- not to mention those hiding behind
                 objects. Since a launched grenade travels on a parabolic
                 trajectory, hitting a target depends on your angle of fire.
    Pliskin    : You're using your Anti-Personnel Sensor. It vibrates whenever an
                 enemy is approaching your position. The sensor responds to the
                 electromagnetic field and heartbeat of life forms. The closer an 
                 enemy, the bigger the vibration. It's a useful device. But 
                 remember that if you're equipped with the sensor, you won't
                 be able to feel any other vibrations around you. It's like 
                 life... You gain something only to lose something else. It's up
                 to you to decide where and when you want to use it.
     Sensor A
    Pliskin    : I see the old man set you up with a Sensor A unit. Aside from C4,
                 explosives continually release their own specific particles.
                 Based on ion mobility spectrometry technology, Sensor A is
                 capable of detecting particle clusters. Simply put, the detector
                 can "sniff out" C4. The detected C4 appears on radar as a
                 cloud-like shape. The cloud indicates the rough location of the
                 explosive. This sensor looks like it's been specially tuned. It's
                 been specially modified to sniff out the signature odor of C4 
                 combined with Fatman's special perfume that he uses to identify
                 his work. That's why it won't respond to any of the C4 that we've
                 set up.
            After defeating Fatman
    Pliskin    : (see above) We got a lot of use out of this thing. We probably
                 won't need it anymore.
     Sensor B
    Pliskin    : You're using Sensor B. It's designed to pick out the "odorless"
                 C4 set up by Fatman. Unlike Sensor A, which detects explosive
                 particles, this unit detects the explosive inside an object
                 sealed by neutron emission. The sensor should be able to detect
                 C4, despite the fact that it's been securely sealed to prevent
                 "odor" or more specifically the diffusion of explosive particles.
                 When neutronspass through an object, the hydrogen material it
                 contains interacts to produce a rear diffusion. By measuring this
                 rear diffusion with the detector, the resulting value is analyzed
                 to determine the existence of an explosive. Simply equipping
                 yourself with this unit and the sensor will automatically scan
                 the area around you, and will sound a warning if there's an
                 explosive nearby. Always remember that the shorter the intervals
                 between the warning sound, the closer the location of the bomb.
                 This sensor is adjusted to respond only to the C4 used by Fatman.
                 The composition of our C4 and that of Fatman's seems to be
                 slightly different. I think it may be the wax materials that he
                 uses in his explosives. The old man probably concentrated the
                 bulk of his time on making this modification.
            After defeating Fatman
    Pliskin    : (see above) However, since we've taken care of all the C4, and
                  given the fact that Fatman is no longer with us... I don't think
                  we'll need this sensor anymore.
    Pliskin    : That pistol you have is a SOCOM. It's a 45-caliber Offensive
                 Handgun designed for the American Special Ops Command. With
                 twelve rounds of 45ACP's, it has outstanding stopping power. The
                 SOCOM has a minimum service life averaging over 6,000 rounds, and
                 has a five-round group capacity that extends within a 1.4-inch
                 radius. It's a bit large, but the SOCOM is a gun you can trust.
                 It also comes equipped with a laser aiming module.
            Without suppressor
    Pliskin    : A suppressor can be attached to the SOCOM to silence gunshots.
                 You should try to find one.
            With suppressor
    Pliskin    : You've got a suppressor, too. Your SOCOM's got a suppressor. The
                 suppressor uses multiple partitions to reduce gas discharge and
                 keep sound and muzzle fire to a minimum. By keeping the internal
                 baffles moist, sound can be reduced by approximately thirty-eight
                 decibels. That suppressor can be screwed and secured to 10
                 different positions. This function allows you to adjust the gun's
                 impact point. But that doesn't really matter. That's because the
                 suppressor's already been adjusted. You should be able to get the
                 same results you got when you didn't have a suppressor attached.
    Pliskin    : The Stinger is a portable surface-to-air missile launcher. Once
                 you lock on to a target and fire, the missile will automatically
                 pursue the target using its infrared seeker. However, the Stinger
                 you have hasn't been updated to deal with countermeasures. The
                 missile's seeker might be thrown off course by flares. Don't
                 forget that.
      Stun Grenade
    Pliskin    : A stun grenade, huh? It's a non-lethal weapon designed to daze
                 enemies with a blinding flash of light and an ear-splitting bang.
                 When it goes off, it emits a flash equivalent to 2.5 million
                 candels and an explosive sound of over 160 decibels. In simpler
                 terms, that's over 120 times the brightness of a police
                 flashlight and the sound of a jet during take-off. There is also
                 a lot of heat. But that's only at the millisecond level. So don't
                 expect it to ignite anything. The sound emission is also at the
                 millisecond level so there's no permanent damage to the victim's
                 hearing. Used properly, your enemies will lose consciousness...
                 it's not a lethal weapon.
       Thermal Googles
    Pliskin    : Those Thermal Goggles provide night vision by creating images
                 from heat distribution. The goggles have a resolution of over
                 400,000 pixels. This performance is largely attributed to the use
                 of a two-dimensional solid projection system with outstanding
                 electric charge transfer capability. With these goggles, you can
                 probably see Claymore mines that are rendered invisible with
                 stealth camouflage.  If you look around the necks of enemy
                 soldiers, you can probably make out their dog tags.
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                           05)  Emma's Arguments
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    Otacon     : Okay, Raiden. Let me talk to Emma.
    Raiden     : Sure. One condition... no arguing.
    Otacon     : No problem. Put her on.
    [Raiden does so.]
    Otacon     : E.E.? Is that you?
    Emma       : Yes. What do you want?
    Otacon     : Why did you get involved in weapons development? A lot of people
                 will get hurt... even more will die!  I'm talking about the
                 destruction of homes and cities... radioactive contamination for
                 years to come. You of all people should know the horror of
                 nuclear weapons! You know about our family's dark history! Why,
                 E.E.? Why!?
    Emma       : You left me... you made my life a living hell!
    Otacon     : I didn't have a choice!
    Emma       : Don't lie to me! The pool... you could never look me in the eye
                 after the accident! You took the easy way out, so you wouldn't
                 have to face me! That way, you could avoid responsibility every
                 day... You ran... you ran away so you wouldn't have to face the
    Otacon     : No... that's not why I left...
    Emma       : You left me and took the easy way out...
    Otacon     : That's not true. I left the house because...
    Emma       : You're a criminal! Just like me!
    Otacon     : A... criminal...?
    Emma       : I know what you did! You manipulated our account on the
                 network... Look at what you're doing now... you're nothing but a
    Otacon     : No. I'm just applying my knowledge for the cause...
    Emma       : The cause!? What cause!? Justice!?
    Otacon     : For peace, E.E.! I'm not like Snake... I can't carry a gun and
                 face the enemy... That's why I do what I do best...
    Emma       : Oh, right! Nice justification, Hal! Forget about being a
                 criminal. You'd make a great lawyer!
    Snake      : All right already... That's enough!
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    Raiden     : Uh...
    Emma       : Out of my way! Let me talk!
    Raiden     : You want to talk to Otacon?
    Raiden     : I'll put him on... Snake...
    Emma       : Let me talk to him!
    Raiden     : Uh, yeah.
    Snake      : Otacon's busy right now. You'll have to settle for me.
    Emma       : What...? O-okay...
    Snake      : Right. Now what do you want?
    Emma       : Hal's wrong. Science doesn't exist to benefit the world.
    Snake      : Then what is it for?
    Emma       : Science is for the individual. For me, it's a way to realize my
    Snake      : That sounds pretty greedy.
    Emma       : You can't realize your dreams without greed.
    Snake      : And what's your dream?
    Emma       : Take revenge on Hal... to beat him at his own game...
    Snake      : Revenge?
    Emma       : I'm gonna make him regret the day he left me... I'm going to make
                 him realize he was wrong!
    Snake      : Of all the idiotic... I think that's enough.
    Emma       : Idiotic!? It's my goal! My reason for being alive! Hal is wrong!
                 He's only being used by his country! He's pitiful! Even you guys
                 are using him! Me...I'm using science to achieve my own dream!
    Emma       : Real bright, lady! That's exactly the line that scientists are
                 never meant to cross!
    Emma       : Right! I sold my soul for revenge! I will never forgive him!
    Snake      : I'll pretend this conversation never happened...
    Emma       : No! You tell my brother exactly what I said! You...
    Snake      : Emma!
    Emma       : W-What...?
    Snake      : You're speaking your mind... not your heart. Just leave it at
    Emma       : Um... okay...
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    At the moment, every industrialized nation ont he globe knows the 
    specifications for Metal Gear. Worse yet, so do a number of 
    rogue states. They are all working on deploying their own Metal Gear force 
    to compete with the US's nuclear strike capability. The world is about to see 
    a swarm of these Metal Gear drivatives. We iniated developedment on Metal Gear
    RAY as a countermeasure to these pirated weapons forces. The only thing that 
    can stand up to a Metal Gear is of course - another Metal Gear. With RAY, the
    hundreds if not thousands of Metal Gears that exist all over the world are no 
    longer a threat. The blind rush to nuclear proliferation, and it will be the 
    Marine Corps, and our RAY, that will accomplish this. This weapon will render 
    all other Metal Gears obsolete. Nations building up their own Metal Gear force
    will think twice about their nuclear strategy in light of the nuclear 
    dominance spelled out by RAY. 
    The shift in the balance of power will mean a new world order. And we, the 
    Marine Corps, will play a central role in its military affairs. Ours is not 
    the only military project devoted to Metal Gear development, but it cannot be 
    more different in nature than the Navy's Arsenal project. Theirs is a program
    that will add fuel to the uncontrolled fire of nuclear proliferation. It is a 
    fact that players in favor of such a policy are attempting to derail our own 
    RAY project. But I promise you, they will not succeed. Some say that the 
    strategic importance of aircraft carriers will be reduced by the completion of
    RAY. The opposition from the Navy is an undeniable fact. There is a lot of 
    pressure from Navy brass, especially those with submarine and air background. 
    Not to mention interference from a major player...
    This project is vital to the Marine Corps. The enemy is sometimes closer to 
    home than you think, gentlemen. Always bear that in mind. I have a daughter 
    and it is my greatest wish never to have her, or her children, experience the
    horror of nuclear war. As a father, I want to leave a better world for the 
    future generation. As a soldier, I know that is my duty. Metal Gear RAY is 
    amphibious, unlike the Army's REX. It can cruise deep underwater, move in 
    undetected and make its landing on any shoreline. Its onboard Joint Tactical 
    Information Distribution System identifies targets with unerring accuracy and 
    takes them out with massive firepower. It is the ultimate weapon and it is 
    yours to guard. I'd like you all to think about what that means. 
    The National Missile Defense program was initiated in the end of the 20th 
    century, projected to completion in 2005. However, the NMD trial conducted in
    the year 2000 was a complete failure and the success of the 1999 trials is 
    now considred a chance happening. There was no technological solution in 
    sight and the program was already attracting strong criticism from Russia and 
    China for its potential violation of the Anti-Ballistic Missile agreement. The
    fact that any development in missile defense would trigger accelerated weapons
    development has been pointed out from the very beginning. President Sears 
    froced the NMD proposal through and succeeded in deploying the program. Some 
    say that it was a military interest - with plans for the hundred billion 
    dollar program budget that actually arranged the legislative approval.
    From: LionHart627 | Posted: 5/2/2005 11:36:06 PM | Message Detail 
    Former President Sears did also act towards reducing the nuclear stockpile 
    while nurturing the NMD concept. It was he who lowered START3's ceiling for 
    tactical nuclear weapons in order to bring Russia around to approving a 
    revision to the ABM treaty. Everyone believed the world was headed for the 
    end of the arms race when Shadow Moses happened. Even though the development 
    of Metal Gear REX is still outside the bounds of official truth, everyone 
    in the international military community knows the facts. Its specs spread 
    across the globe like wildfire, and the nuclear race was on again. The only 
    thing that can reverse its course is this Metal Gear RAY.
    The Metal Gear REX development on Shadow Moses was supposedly the first 
    preparatory measure taken against the future possibility of reduced nuclear 
    defense capability. An NMD technology leak to other nations would make that 
    contingency likely. But if this theory is correct, it means that there was a 
    calculated intent to cash in on this oppurtunity by specific interests within 
    the military-industrial complex. We are here today to flush out and rid our 
    country of corrupt sources. That is our mission and you will bear that in 
    mind. George Sears surrendered his presidency in the aftermath of Shadow 
    Moses. The official reason given did not, of course, include the development 
    of Metal Gear REX and next-generation nuclear warheads. But even you will have
    heard rumors that he was forced to resign after a failed cover up cost him 
    his influence in the political community. This Metal Gear RAY is a prototype
    designed to be operated by an onboard pilot. In its final form, RAY will be 
    unmanned, driven by tele-existence and an autonomous control system. The 
    importance of next-generation technology such as C4ISR and RMA in battle 
    situation has been discussed time and again, but RAY is the first to deploy it
    so fully.
    With RAY's completion, the Marine Corps will lead the way for a new age of 
    military tactics.
    We will proceed out of New York Harbor and conduct top-secret field testing of
    RAY. Shadow Moses has turned the public opinion against weapons development 
    and this training needs to stay convert. We cannot risk jeopardizing the 
    program on the eve of its completion. The disguised oil tanker is a part of 
    our cover. RAY is well worth all these precautions. Trust me. It is an 
    undeniable fact that there is a force at work in our government and within 
    the military, seeking to control national affairs to suit its own interests.
    Metal Gear RAY bears the burden of confronting this party, thwarting their 
    plans and guiding this nation back to its original path. This exercise is but
    a first step towards that goal - the future of the country rests with you 
    The brain drain of nuclear specialists and the black market trade in weapons-
    grade plutonium has been fueling a cottage industry in nuclear weapons since 
    late last century. Add Metal Gear to the mix and the result is the new 
    proliferation you see the world over. We once lived in the shadow of the 
    doomsday machine. This Metal Gear RAY can bring other Metal Gears under 
    control and ensure that we never know that fear again. And we, the Marines, 
    will be the guardians of this peace. This new model of Metal Gear is codenamed
    RAY, after the great Manta Ray. Our RAY has a sting that nature never gave 
    the Manta. With this latest Metal Gear, we can rule the sea and land as we 
    never have before.
    The proliferation and development of Metal Gear technology are about to render
    agreements like the NPT and START obsolete. There are also forces at work 
    trying to exploit this disturbing trend their own power and influence. The 
    human race is about to slide back into the endless arms race of that last 
    century and we cannot afford to play that Russian Roulette again. The Metal 
    Gear RAY you see is here to prevent that possibility.
    We the Marines will lead the charge into a new world order with Metal Gear 
    RAY. That is all dismissed.
      *  Courtesy of LionHart627
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    "In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth" 
    Author: Nastasha Romanenko 
     *  Reviewed by George Franklin 
    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. 
    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 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 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 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
    Among the other remarkable characters that 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 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. 
    The U.S. Army and the usual suspect of federal agencies have issued a
    statement denouncing the book as a complete fabrication. However, with a
    number of detailed eyewitness accounts that back up the author's assertions
    cropping up daily on the Web, the denials serve more to enhance the book's
    growing reputation. "Shadow Moses" is an engrossing read for casual and
    serious readers alike, and promises to involve readers in a meaty debate over
    the truth of the matter for many years to come.
    Excerpted from the literary review column "All Booked Up", The New York Mirror
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                   The Shocking Conspiracy Behind Shadow Moses
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     *  By Gary McGolden
    The island of Shadow Moses lies due north of Alaska's Fox Islands, deep in
    the Arctic Circle. Above one of its rocky cliffs stands a cabin normally used
    for meteorological surveys, and it was here that I found myself, seated on a
    chair with my hands bound behind my back and a burlap sack covering my entire
    head. A blizzard rages outside, and the cabin was a dark, silent patch
    somewhere inside the storm. I could sense at least four men around me.
    They had been interrogating me for what felt like hours now.
    The burlap sack is pungent with the traces of coffee beans. In the biting
    cold of the cabin, images of Brazil come to me unbidden: alleys coiled
    through with vivid, untended profusion of flowers, children with skin like
    frothy chocolate, sunshine capable of burning out the cornea, erupting between
    palm fronds.
    I can feel my senses 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?"
    "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 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 disc back. Just get rid of him so we can get out of this place."
    Even in my current sorry state, I was still a journalist. He had said, "We
    have the disc back." That meant that my hosts were the original owners of
    that optical disc. The last piece of the puzzle was in its place; I knew
    beyond a shadow of doubt that everything recorded on the disc was true, and
    that the conspiracy I had suspected did in fact exist.
    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 thin screams from the captors that encircled my chair. The next
    second, they had already fallen heavily onto the floor.
    The brief confusion ended before I regained enough presence of mind to even
    panic. Whoever was now here, whatever had happened, my tormentors were
    obviously out of commission. But now I could hear measured footsteps
    approaching across the floor. If this person had just saved my life, who was
    it? Or was I about to share the other's fate? The footsteps came to a halt in
    front of me, but strangely enough, I did not feel any sort of presence nearby.
    The burlap was slowly lifted from around my head, pulled off by an unseen
    hand. The stinging night air cooled my face, and my eyes gradually regained
    focus in the darkened room.
    And I could finally see who it was that stood before me.
    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.
    Tanks that walk rather than roll, and carry a nuclear payload.
    A covert organization, the third and the most powerful political party, my
    encounter with which landed me in this chair in the Alaskan winter...
    All of these are a part of the truth I found sealed within the optical disc,
    and I intend to share what I have learned in the pages to follow. That
    includes everything I now know about our government, and the secret arena
    where an even greater power pulls the strings. This is the truth many have 
    glimpsed but never dared to talk about.
    Everything detailed in this book actually happened, and after I lived it, my
    world was no longer the same safe place I knew. Neither, I promise, will be
    yours if you have the courage to keep going.
    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.
    Even since an 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.
    Later, I was trying to see the bump on the back of my head in the mirror when
    I saw a pinprick, had been made behind my ear. You learn a little something
    when you watch as much TV as I did. There was no doubt that I had been
    abducted by a passing UFO, and had spent the hours while unconscious with
    alien beings! Unfortunately, no one in the area recalled seeing a UFO, and
    not a single person had the sense to listen my story. I realize now that this
    was the day I decided to uncover truth for a living, and become a journalist.
    But back to the present day. It turned out that the ringing wasn't in my ear,
    but from the doorbell. The thing shrieked somewhere south of a bariton bat
    sonar, barely within the range of human hearing. Blame the mangling it took
    from a particularly displeased visitor.
    Outside the door was the mailman, and in the mailman's hand was a thick
    manila envelop. On the envelope was a label, addressed to me.
    A letter bomb!
    I pressed my ear against the envelope and concentrated hard. But not a tick
    from the thing. Of cause. No one uses analog watches in bombs these days.
    That's why they call it the Digital Age. In fact, why would there even be a
    watch in a letter bomb? The point if that the recipient opens it, and the
    bomb goes off. Which means that it's actually the completely silent envelopes
    that are dangerous. I knew that opening that flap would send my eggs to the
    big omelet in the sky, but you don't get to be an investigative journalist for
    thinking inside the box.
    I tore through the bottom of the envelope instead.
    The contents of the suspicious envelope dropped to the floor with lighting
    In this world, you can never be too careful. Let this be a warning to you,
    readers: when circumstances compel you to open an envelope from the bottom,
    turn it upside down first. As a rule, I discovered, objects fall down, and
    this is happened to the contents of my lethal envelope, straight down into a
    half-eaten depth of a delivery pizza forgotten on the floor. I don't recall
    when exactly this food item arrived on these premises, but the thing was
    definitely a museum piece by now.
    Fortunately, it wasn't a bomb but an optical storage disc, now liberally
    smeared with peanut butter. The disc was the kind that 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 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 get enough stuff together. This is your
    chance for a comeback, so don't screw it up."
    Max is an old friend, and used to manage most of my book deals way back when.
    We hadn't seen each other much since I gave up writing. Not that he has the
    right to tell me about comebacks and screwing up, but I fins myself growing
    excited by the prospect of writing another book. But there was problem, and
    it was a big one.
    How the hell was I going to get to 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 shuffled 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 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 click again and again with the same result, and started
    to gnaw on the keyboard in frustration. The starving student came running
    over, wailing about his equipment. He typed in some moon-man language,
    avoiding patched of my spit, and a frighteningly cheerful application startup
    screen appeared on the display. Then lo and behold, I finally laid my eyes on
    the dense mass of text, the contents of the disc!
    At the very top it read: "'In the Darkness of Shadow Moses' by Nastasha
    The starving student was being scholarly and trying to read the text over my
    shoulder. I knocked him out with a punch to the solar plexus and devoured the
    file's content. It was like a blow to the head with a frozen tuna; my brain
    was reeling from the shock. The file was full of wild stuff: top-secret
    conspiracies, incredible genetic experimentation, cold-blooded military
    deployment of classified weapons. This was the most incredible stuff I had
    ever come across.
    Most readers should be aware of the series of strange military actions
    involving an island farther 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 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 Advisor, aboard. Sixteen hours
    later, 6 F117 Night Hawks with a full payload took off from the Galena AFB
    for Alaska.
    Various theories were placed into circulation by the media at the time. Some
    journalists insisted it had been a foiled invasion attempt by a foreign state,
    others suspected a coup d'etat by a part of the U.S military. I myself wrote
    an opinion piece for a magazine explaining that Shadow Moses was the Ellis
    Island for the "Greys". This diminutive grey race is after all the most
    famous of our alien neighbors, notorious for having secret bases all over
    planet Earth.
    But according to this file, we had all been off our marks.
    What had instead unfolded on Shadow Moses was the most major terrorist
    incident in history, an apocalyptic scenario born out of a government-
    developed superman project and a doomsday weapon of the same origin.
    On that fateful day, the nuclear weapons disposal plant on Shadow Moses had
    suddenly been seized by an irregular operations squad called "FOXHOUND",
    aided by a group of next-generation super-soldiers. And what they threatened
    was no less than a nuclear strike against the mainland United States!
    So how is it that we're still alive?
    Apparently we have a man know only as "Solid Snake" -- and his solitary
    infiltration of the disposal facility -- to thank for it.
    Believe it or not, this is only the tip of the iceberg as far as the Shadow
    Moses incident is concerned. The disc contains many more horrifying facts
    such as a major government conspiracy, a classified weapon described as a
    "walking nuclear-capable tank", and advanced genetic manipulation projects.
    Many of these hidden dealings were discovered by Solid Snake as he carried
    out his mission, and it is now my job is to relate these facts to you the
    But is it still a little too premature to do so? The content of the disc may
    after all be nothing more than fiction, or even a delusion. After all, who
    exactly is this Nastasha Romanenko?
    A quick search of the Web turned up a few illuminating facts about this
    elusive writer. Nastasha Romanenko was at one point with the DIA (Defense
    Intelligence Agency). At the time of the Shadow Moses incident, she appears
    to have been a freelance military analyst, having already resigned from the
    Agency. Nuclear and weapon technology would certainly be right up her alley,
    and in the disc she states that she took part in Solid Snake's mission
    support. Her exact role was as a member of NEST(Nuclear Emergency Search Team)
    providing field expertise via the radio. Her intimate involvement in the
    mission gives her a complete and clear grasp of the facts surrounding the case
    despite the government's successful cover-up. 
    A look at Romanenko's curriculum vitae and body of papers makes her anti-
    nuclear stance more than obvious. That, along with all the other facts about
    this person, suggests that unless she suffered a sudden chemical imbalance or
    is plotting a second career as a Hollywood screenwriter, Nastasha Romanenko
    does not indulge in expounding conspiracy theories for its own sake. 
    All very interesting. So where is Nastasha 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
    women named Nastasha Romanenko?" 
    Whoever it says : "Hey, your village called. They want their idiot back. And
    watch your language, freak." Click. 
    Clearly, they're hiding something. Why else the abrupt response and the hasty
    hang-up? I was on the trail of something important. Something dangerous. If
    the content of disc was true, this Nastasha Romanenko was definitely the
    Woman-Who-Knew-Too-Much. Her life would be in danger, and she must either
    have gone to ground or was already dead. That brief telephone conversation
    spoke volumes: there was a contract out on her life! If this was the price of
    speaking the truth as described in that disc, the picture was complete. But
    was everything she wrote really true? 
    I went back to my apartment and packed a bag. I was headed for Shadow Moses.
    I took a plane out to the northernmost domestic airport and went to see my
    cousin John-Dee. 
    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 trip out to the sea, 
    he turned pale and a nervous tick started up at the corner of his eye. 
    "Shadow Moses? Are you nuts? All the other guys say the place is crawling 
    with the military. If you get even close to the shore, they shine huge
    searchlights in you face, and some of my buddies even got interrogated once!" 
    I felt the sudden chill of fear along with a certainty what I was on the right
    "You're a wuss, you know that? Try being abducted by a UFO, that'll teach you
    what's really scary." 
    "I got a family, you know? I'm not about to go messing around with The Man!" 
    "OK, you get me as close as you can then. I'll swim the rest of the way." 
    "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 shock constantly from the cold, retched peanut
    butter into the sea, then downed some more to keep warm. A few days passed in
    this pleasant fashion until John-Dee, drawing lines on his charts, turned to
    "I'm sorry man, but this is as far as I can go. If you really want to do this
    thing, you're going to have your own way." 
    There were at least 20 miles to Shadow Moses according to the chart. But
    John-Dee was already a blubbering wreck, and I didn't have the heart to
    strong-arm him. I steeled my nerves. 
    "It's okay. Help me get ready." 
    The plan was brilliant. I'd gutted a super-size tuna and stuffed some
    inflated balloons inside, along with a small oil lamp to keep the interior
    toasty. I would cover the length of my body with the fish and dog-paddle my
    way to the island. Any oxygen shortage could quickly be remedied thanks to 
    the balloon, and my landing would appear to be nothing more than a large dead 
    fish swept ashore. All I had to do was slip out of the tuna undetected and
    investigate the hell out of the place. Absolutely brilliant. 
    I bore the fishy stink of the tuna skin with proper journalistic aplomb and
    walked to the edge of the ship's deck. The Arctic wind was numbing even
    through the wetsuit, but I bade John-Dee a hearty farewell and jumped into
    the sea. But right then, disaster struck! 
    Actually it was the tuna spine. Its bony mass conked me hard on the back of
    my head from the force of the landing. I tried to right myself, but I was
    jammed tight against the balloons. The tuna started to sink rapidly, and I
    kicked my legs wildly as about a gallon of seawater rushed in to my lungs. To
    add insult to injury, the lamp fell over, shedding its cover. I could feel 
    the heat of the exposed flame dangerously close to my face, and smell the
    singed hair. This is why I hate traveling. 
    But after what felt like hours, I found myself ashore on the Shadow Moses
    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
    conducting joint exercises. 
    FOXHOUND is an "irregular" squad of elite soldiers, equipped and armed to the
    teeth with the latest technology. They 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 other types of low-intensity conflict, FOXHOUND was there.
    It's unlikely, however, that an average citizen has 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
    nuclear, biological and chemical warfare. They draw 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 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. 
    They were the purebreds among the dogs of war, and they turned on their
    masters with a surprising demand. Having seized the civilians that were on
    hand, they demanded that the government turn over to them the body of
    FOXHOUND's founder and combat genius, the so-called "Big Boss". The
    government had 24 hours to comply or a nuclear strike would be initiated. But
    what would motivate them to make such a demand, and how did they intend to
    make good their threat of a nuclear launch? 
    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 form 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 a legend among mercenaries for a
    single-handedly bringing down the fortress cities of Outer Heaven and Zanzibar
    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 Discovery. As a former commander of FOXHOUND and Snake's CO during
    the 1999 Zanzibar Land standoff, he was forcibly called out from retirement to
    deal with this latest crisis. 
    Also aboard the Discovery was Dr. Naomi Hunter, a genetic engineering expert
    with the commercial biotech firm ATGC Inc. She was in charge of FOXHOUND's
    gene manipulation program. 
    Mei Ling, the architect of the mission's state-of-the-art radar and
    communication system, was the third team member. Apparently something of an
    engineering wunderkind, she developed this next-generation communication
    technology while still a student at MIT. At the time of the mission, she may
    have still been in her teens. 
    McDonnell Miller, a former FOXHOUND survival instructor, was the only
    land-bound 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
    The first task faced by Solid Snake upon his infiltration if Shadow Moses
    Island was the rescue of the hostages. Two of the captives in particular were
    considered top-priority, but neither survived the mission. Though Snake
    successfully freed both men, they died suddenly in an identical manner. At
    the time, the mission control team tentatively attributed the death to heart
    attacks -- a diagnosis that was to prove starkly incorrect. 
    The first hostage was Donald Anderson, the head of DARPA (Defense Advanced
    Research Projects Agency), the R&D body of the U.S. Department of Defense. The
    organization is responsible for planning and overseeing the development of
    new weapon technology. 
    The other VIP hostage, Kenneth Baker, was the president of ArmsTech, one of
    the largest and most powerful defense subcontractors in the country. 
    An overseer of the U.S.'s war technology and a powerful arms producer don't
    just happen to meet in an out-of-the-way military outpost. No one reading this
    account can fail to realize that these two had no business in a nuclear
    weapon disposal plant. And since neither Anderson nor Baker was in the habit
    of enjoying winter picnics, Romanenko's assertion that there was a new weapon
    secretly being developed on the island rings all the more true. According to
    her, there was indeed such a weapon, and it was close enough to completion to
    warrant a field test. But what exactly was this new weapon? 
    Metal Gear. I'm not sure it's a term that many of you have heard. I know it
    only as a kind of journalistic urban legend while I was still a beat reporter.
    It was a phantom bipedal tank that moved with unprecedented speed across
    difficult terrain such as mountains, desert and swamps, firing nuclear warheads\
    from locations that were previously impossible. Once this weapon rolled off
    the assembly line, nuclear strikes could be made from almost any adverse
    terrain, and the tactical nuclear map for the whole world would be rewritten.
    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 prototype stage, but
    the weapon never materialized on the world arms stage. In a strange
    coincidence or a causal connection, it was none other than Solid Snake who
    saved the world from the threat of Metal Gear during both incidents. 
    But the history does indeed repeat itself, and the specter of Metal Gear rose
    once again -- in the state-of-the-art weapons development programs on Shadow
    Moses Island. 
    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. 
    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 
    Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Metal Gear REX, the newest of its kind.
    Almost forty-five feet in height, equipped with Vulcan cannons and laser
    array and shielded by a cutting-edge composite armor, rendering the unit
    practically impervious to even HEAT(High Explosive Anti-Tank) warheads. And I
    haven't even gotten to the truly scary part of this thing. 
    The crown jewel of this Shadow Moses Metal Gear was its rail gun technology.
    The gun was designed to fire nuclear warheads clear of the atmosphere, where
    they would automatically align themselves to the target and ride optimal
    trajectory back down to Earth. 
    "So what?" you may think. "There's a big fat missile flying in from the sky.
    Who cares where it came from? Just shoot the dame thing down." But here's the
    catch: You won't be able to find any of REX's warheads, let alone shoot them
    down. Don't believe me? The facts bear me out. 
    Normally, ballistic missiles go though four phases from launch to impact. The
    first is the boost phase, which consists of the time between the missile's
    launch and the point at which it leaves the atmosphere and exhausts its supply
    of rocket propellant. Following the burnout, the rocket enter the post-boost
    phase that concludes with the separation of the reentry vehicle that contains
    the warhead. The third phase 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 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 system 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 stealth 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. 
    It also wouldn't matter if the whole world knew that a nuclear missile would
    be launched from Shadow Moses Island; the missile defense system was helpless
    against the new breed of ballistic missiles. This was exactly what the
    terrorists counted on in unleashing Metal Gear REX and its all-powerful
    nuclear weapon against the world. 
    I trudged through the cave, sweating under the weight of my trusty tuna. Soon,
    the rocks gave way to smooth walls and a row of bright lights. I had finally
    arrived -- this was no doubt the cradle of insurrection, that military
    facility which Solid Snake so brilliantly penetrated, the eye of the storm
    that threatened to engulf of the world! 
    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 me ears. How could anyone on a remote island that I'd
    never visited know my name? I took a good cautious look around and saw a 
    familiar figure among the steel pillars in the corner. It was -- John-Dee! 
    My cousin, who'd so carelessly pitched me overboard into the subzero water
    only a few hours ago, was now sitting on the ground, tied to a post. What had
    "Help me, 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
    "I dunno. Right after I let you off, this black helicopter came around." 
    "A helicopter?" 
    "Yeah. A kind of squarish black one. The next I know, I'm tied up here...
    Gary, why're you still wearing that fish?" 
    Was there more to this as I'd suspected? Who was responsible? The military?
    Or that mysterious group mentioned in the disc, the one whose authority
    outstrips even that of the President of the United States? 
    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. If I stayed put, I was a
    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
    Snake's progress had been impeded at every step by the patrolling squads of
    super-"genome soldiers," and such formidable FOXHOUNDs as Psycho Mantis, the
    master of psychokinesis and mind reading, the chameleon-like Decoy Octopus,
    the chaingun-wielding giant Vulcan Raven, and Sniper Wolf, one of the best
    marksman in history. The following is a profile of individuals whose
    involvement with the government conspiracy seems to be the most intimate. The
    information should help make the terrifying truth about this case more clear.
     - Revolver Ocelot
    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.
    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 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 an all-out assault on the rest of the world from their 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-generation genome commandos and the combat and tactical cunning of
    FOXHOUND, this new army's objective was nothing short of World War III.
     - 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 a encounter that Snake realized the
    identity of the Ninja.
    His name had been Gray Fox, and he was supposed to have been killed by Snake,
    his best friend. This may seem surprising, but the dead coming back to life
    is a fairly routine occurrence. There are examples throughout the world to
    prove the fact. When a Roland Greace's grave was relocated in 1952, there
    were deep gouge marks discovered on the inside of Hungarian farmer's casket
    lid. It looked as though the dying man had tried to claw his way out of the
    coffin. On a brighter note, a Japanese man called Jin-emon Natakama walked
    out of a stalactite cave in 1914 a full ten years after he had gone missing
    while exploring the same cave. His family was doubly astonished to discover
    that he had apparently not aged a day since they last saw him. All this makes
    complete sense to me, and it should to you as well in a moment.
    Two words: pyramid power. I have no doubt that Gray Fox was forced to undergo
    the same revival process by military scientists in the course of their
    horrific genetic experiments.
     - Liquid Snake
    I know exactly what you are thinking as you hear the name of the man who led
    the Shadow Moses uprising -- and my answer is yes. Solid Snake, our hero, and
    Liquid Snake are none other than twin brothers.
    They are not, however, twins in the usual sense. This is yet another
    manifestation of the U.S. military's dangerous love affair with genetic
    engineering. The two Snakes are fighting machines created through the
    so-called Project "Les Enfants Terribles"!
    The rumors that the government is attempting "mass-production" of
    super-soldiers are numerous and persistent. Just the other day, I came across
    something called "D-People-E-O", a humanoid combat driod. Development on the
    outer shell had gone off without a hitch, but the unit had to have a human
    being inside to function, which 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 Snake, however, were successfully created from their "father"
    Big Boss' genetic material. They were literally born to be extraordinary
    soldiers, and it was no surprise that when they finally met, the result would
    be a titanic confrontation.
    I 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 catch my breath. The enemy may pursue 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 of mine, and put myself on a
    peanut butter overload: anything I put in my mouth had to have peanut butter
    on it. I piled the stuff on everything from chilidogs without onions -- my
    favorite dish -- to spearmint gun to my first girlfriend's lips.
    The inevitable result was that I came to hate peanut butter. If I didn't much
    like it before, I now loathed it with abandon. If I could gather the entire
    world supply of peanut butter and dump it to the Bermuda Triangle, I would.
    As it is, all I can do is eat as much of the stuff as I can. Peanut butter, I
    will always hate you.
    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 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. Why am I
    so sleepy? And that is that sound?
    It was a chopper. A squarish black one, and it was coming closer.
    If you recall, I wrote that the two hostages -- the DARPA chief Donald
    Anderson and ArmsTech president Kenneth Baker -- died of a heart attack while
    they were being rescued by Solid Snake. The actual cause of their death,
    however, was a specially engineered assassination virus called FOXDIE.
    FOXDIE is a retrovirus that kill only a select people; its development was
    passed onto Naomi Hunter from her predecessor. Once FOXDIE finds its way into
    its target's system, the person dies almost immediately. It's practically a
    viral equivalent of spontaneous human combustion.
    Dr. Hunter had injected Solid Snake with this Virus, and as he unwittingly
    made contact with his targets one by one, they fell prey to the retrovirus'
    power. But the decision to infect Snake was not hers -- that order in fact
    came directly from the Pentagon!
    The true objective 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 objective 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
    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 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 Genela, Alaska, carrying a payload of surface-piercing B61-13 tactical
    missiles. The Defense Secretary decided on a more direct 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 the
    Metal Gear REX, and the terrorist incident was over for all intents and
    purposes. Was a nuclear air strike to be his prize for a accomplishing all
    As it turned out, the air strike never happened. Somebody had countermanded
    Jim Houseman's orders. You man 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 Presidency?
    When I came to, I was sitting in a weather station cabin with a burlap sack
    on my head and my hand tied behind my back. I haul myself all the way out to
    this pimple on the Arctic and die at the hands of an invisible executioner
    without finding out a thing.
    One of my captors moved in closer and started to rummage through my inside
    chest pocket. I cursed inwardly; this was where I carried Nastasha Romanenko's
    disc, the entire account of the Shadow Moses incident! 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 need 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." I respond 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
    We've now come full circle since the start of my account, and caught up to
    the point where it originated. It was unclear how the disc had gotten to Max
    Smithson as MEGASURPRISE, but my captor's words indicated that the disc had
    originally belonged to them. Either that, or they were the ones who wanted it
    the most urgently. I took my courage in my hands and opened a dialogue with
    "You, you guys happen to be that secret society whose power outstrips even that
    of the American Presidency? Answer me, you artificial coloring on a cheap
    drugstore candy cane!"
    This had the exact effect I'd hoped for, namely to send them into a violent
    fit of rage. I must have hit pretty close to home. The contents of the disc
    were as good as verified -- this was indeed the secret society whose power
    outstripped even that of the American Presidency! In my delight, I hardly
    paid attention to the obscenities that were being screamed at me, nor to the
    distinct sound of a gun being pulled out of its holster.
    It was then the cabin suddenly erupted into controlled chaos. It seemed only
    seconds from the time the window was smashed in to the moment I realized that
    my captors had been decimated and I was alone with my savior.
    Who was this human whirlwind? I was ready to lose my lunch from the curiosity
    and the terror. I could taste the peanut butter in my mouth. I could hear the
    enigma walk up to me, and lift the burlap sack off my head. I concentrated on
    the hammering of my heart for a moment, then slowly looked up.
    There was nobody there.
    I could see nothing, sense nothing. But someone was untying the ropes biting
    into my wrists. Invisible hands placed themselves on either side of my head
    in a strange parody of a coronation. They deftly removed the bandanna I had
    earlier fashioned into a clumsy bandage for my bruised head; the faded piece
    of cloth was not my own, but a flotsam found on the beach. I reached for the
    unseen figure with my shaking hands, but with one quick flick of the bandanna,
    it was gone.
    But there were more surprise to come. As I gingerly moved my stiff body, I
    felt an unfamiliar bulk against my chest, and discovered the precious optical
    disc, miraculously recovered. Not only that, but there were enough backup
    copies to fill me with awe and pop the stitches on my flimsy pocket.
    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.
    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 
    I am currently banging out this manuscript 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 the disc. I think it was her way of giving voice to the victims
    of this mission, 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.
    Gary McGolden, the author, is a journalist and a nonfiction writer who is 
    best knows for his past bestseller, "The Telekinetic Powers of the Loch 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 miles south of Shadow
    Moses and fail to realize that fact.
    McGolden has seemingly vanished into thin air following his manuscript's
    arrival at our humble offices. While this had been a source of great pleasure
    to our accounting department, I sincerely hope that this notoriously fickle
    but talented writer is hard at work on a follow-up to this volume.
    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 receive the disc in the
    I should note, however, that Gary was mistaken about one thing. I never mailed
    him that disc.
    Max Smithson, Editor-in-Chief
    MEGASURPRISE Magazine 
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              In the Darkness of Shadow Moses: The Unofficial Truth
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     *  Nastasha Romanenko
                          In the Darkness of Shadow Moses
    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 
    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. government’s
    denial of the entire affair. Among those are the sudden appearance of the
    Ohio-class nuclear submarine USS Discovery off Shadow Moses, far away from
    its designated position, and an official record that shows that a squadron of
    six fully-armed F117 Nighthawks departed from Galena Air Force base for
    Alaska a scant event, an E-3C AWACS on emergency deployment to the Alaska
    area is said to have had none other than the then National Security Advisor
    Jim Houseman as its on-board VIP. What exactly happened on Shadow Moses? 
    There was no lack of rumors to account for this series of unusual military
    activities: an armed incursion, a coup attempt by a branch of the military 
    and other theories made its way to the public table. I can state unequivocally
    that none of them came close to the truth. What actually took place was the
    single greatest terrorist incident in modern history. It was an act of
    political violence on a scale the world had never seen, a blow that
    threatened to send the Damocles’ sword of nuclear warfare into a free-fall.
    Most significant of all, the attack stemmed from several so-called ‘Black
    Project’ which the U.S. government had been conducting in top secret, away
    from public scrutiny. I have in my hand two optical discs. One contains the
    entire record of events that took place on Shadow Moses Island that fateful
    day: the takeover of a nuclear weapons disposal plant by an armed group.
    Other key points of this incredible record are:
    - The identification of the perpetrators as the government’s own genetically-
      enhanced next-generation commandos and a covert special forces squad,
      FOXHOUND, with a long dark history of secret intervention.
    - The existence of one Metal Gear REX, a bipedal nuclear-capable tank whose
      development was one of the most classified projects of all time.
    - The discovery of a massive government conspiracy.
    - The activities of a former FOXHOUND operative who single-handedly took on
      this daunting situation and averted the crises, a man who is known only by
      his code name: Solid Snake.
    The other remaining disc holds the details of Project FOXDIE, a massive
    cover-up, which the U.S. government planned and executed in order to prevent
    exposure. There are, after all, forces within the U.S. government who seek to
    maintain the military power structure established in the last century, and
    will not hesitate to resuscitate the terror of nuclear arms in order to
    achieve that end. My intent is to expose their activity, and the entirety of
    the Shadow Moses Affair, through this book. Only then can we hope to free the
    coming generations from the daminosa heredities of the 20th-century nuclear
    arms race.
    I looked up from the mass of documents at the sound of the doorbell. On the
    monitor in front of me was a half-finished status report on the resurgence of
    nuclear arms development in a certain Middle Eastern state. The UNSCOM (United
    Nations Special Commission) had officially requested a survey by the UN
    weapons inspectors, and had been refused entry; tensions were once again
    running high in the Gulf. As a military analyst whose specialty was nuclear
    arms, I was under contract from a think tank to produce a study of the
    situation. It was due the day after the next, and interruptions were
    definitely not welcome. I ground out my cigarette in the ashtray and stepped
    out of the study. All visitors to my house are checked via a surveillance
    camera and then let in through the heavy gate. The property itself is
    surrounded by a high wall. It may seem like overkill for a beach community,
    but security is a necessity in greater Los Angeles, if only to keep out the
    legion of swimsuit-clad tourists. However, there was nobody to be seen at the
    gate. It was either a prank, or the camera was malfunctioning. Reluctant to
    investigate but feeling unsettled nevertheless, I headed back to the study
    and sat back down at the computer to continue my work. Just then, someone
    spoke behind me.
    "You always were a little careless." I spun around, kicking the chair over.
    There was a man standing at the entrance of the study, slouching in a
    well-tailored suit.
    "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 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 came to realize that our union was a mistake, he disappeared
    from my life. 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 five years since, I quit the
    DIA and became a freelance analyst. I had not see 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."
    "Does the term ‘breaking and entering’ mean anything to you Richard?"
    "You know law isn’t my field of expertise," he replied nimbly and peered over
    my shoulder at the report on the computer display. "Radio isotope projectile
    separator uranium-235 production feasibility for high-speed gas centrifuge.
    This must be about that Middle East nuke development. Looks like your career
    is going well. That’s great." I pushed Richard aside and asked him flatly.
    "What do you want?" He took a step back and regarded me with a slightly
    mischievous smile.
    "What, you afraid I came back to give us another chance?" He let the silence
    linger as if to relish my reaction. Then, suddenly formal, he continued, "It’s
    an official request from the DIA." He placed a folder on the desk. "I’m
    asking for your cooperation as a member of NEST."
    NEST stands for Nuclear Emergency Search Team, a group that operates on the
    Department of Energy budget. It was established in 1974 to provide
    technological support to the FBI in areas of intelligence, investigation,
    site securement, damage contain and medical response, damage containment and
    medical response during incidents involving criminal threats of nuclear
    weapon use. Call it a band of experts on nuclear terrorism, if you will. NEST
    consists of independently contracted scientists from federally funded 
    research entities like Los Alamos and Lawrence Livermore, and military
    specialists from groups dealing with nuclear arms issues. I happen to be one
    of the latter group. Richard was opening the file folder.
    "You’ve heard of Shadow Moses Island, I assume." I nodded assent. I had indeed
    heard of the 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 somewhere between 3000 and 3500 in the later 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
    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 sever 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 (National Reconnaissance 
    Office). There were multiple human figures around the building structures.
    Richard broke the silence.
    "The disposal plant was seized by terrorists." I looked up sharply at the
    news, but his next words left me speechless. "And the ringleaders are FOXHOUND
    members." 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 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 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 well beyond even those of Delta Force or the Night
    Stalkers. While the government categorically 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, Donald Anderson, and Kenneth Baker, the president of ArmsTech,
    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 of these two organizations meeting
    in an out-of-way nuclear weapons disposal plant. I decided to be direct with
    "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 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?"
    "No idea, but unless they have it within 24 hours, they’ll launch a nuclear
    strike. Richard glanced at the clock coolly. "So we have about 19 hours."
    "You don’t seem too worried."
    "The DOD is already working on the situation." Just as I’d suspected. Richard
    always had a plan in place and the machinery in motion before opening up to
    someone else. All he 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."
    "Possible, for Solid Snake."
    Solid Snake! The former FOXHOUND, a legend among mercenaries for single-
    handedly 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
    "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?" 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 communication equipment, into the study. Richard nodded towards
    the bulky load.
    "I’d like you to be available to Snake for consultation via satellite linkup."
    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 back yard. 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, on standby at all
    time 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 interrupted him.
    "Why me?" He turned and answered without missing a beat. "I need people I can
    trust. There’s too much at stake."
    It was a lie. The Richard Ames I knew trusted no one. But it was clear that
    whatever the reason, he did not intend to tell me.
    "It’s a good thing I was in. What would you have done if I weren’t?"
    "You have to be somewhere. We would have 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 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 this men.
    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 it 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 nodded assent.
    While the engineers were busy setting up the equipment, I had been briefed on
    its use as well as the mission. Snake had been delivered to the general area
    of Shadow Moses Island by USS Discovery, an Ohio-class nuclear submarine. He
    was then ejected from the submarine on a swimmer delivery vehicle (SDV), which
    he abandoned once within the range of under-water listening devices located
    near the disposal plant. He would swim the rest of the way, in the freezing
    cold Bering Sea water. The last leg of the insertion struck me as nothing
    short of suicidal until I learned that Solid Snake was outfitted with a
    state-of-the-art sneaking suit and had been injected with a compound designed
    to prevent the onset of hypothermia. In addition, while Snake would be the
    only field operative involved, he would be in radio contact with a support
    team during much of the mission. The members of this support team drew from a
    wide range of backgrounds. The mission control officer was Colonel Roy
    Campbell, who would remain aboard the USS Discovery. I knew him by reputation
    alone. He was a former FOXHOUND commander, and Solid Snake’s CO during the
    quelling of the 1999 Zanzibar Land uprising. He had retired soon after, but
    after the looks of things, he had been called out of retirement for this
    mission. Dr. Naomi Hunter, a genetic engineering expert on a temporary
    assignment from the gentech giant ATGC, was also on the team. She had
    apparently been leading the bioengineering program for FOXHOUND. Richard
    matter-of-factly confirmed that both FOXHOUND and the next-generation special
    forces had been undergoing genetic manipulation to enhance their combat
    capability. I have a difficult time grasping what we have come to –- modifying
    a person’s essential genetic structure for the sake of creating a better
    soldier. Also aboard the Discovery was Mei Ling, the inventor of the new radar
    and communication system deployed for this mission. She was something of an
    engineering wunderkind, an MIT student who managed to turn the current 
    protocol of secure communication completely on its head. The last of the
    support team was McDonnell Miller, a former survival instructor for FOXHOUND.
    Unlike the rest of us, he had volunteered his services upon receiving news of
    the incident on Shadow Moses. Like myself, he was working via satellite linkup
    from his home in Alaska. The five of us were more than equipped to support
    Snake from our respective areas of expertise, but Snake was still the lone
    field operative and the mission was a desperate one. Despite that, Richard
    maintained that this was the most workable plan produced by the DOD
    situational analysis. In hindsight, perhaps I should have suspected something
    then. The signs of a conspiracy were there, cleverly disguised as it was in a
    seemingly reckless mission plan. But we failed to see it, and both Solid Snake
    and I were to regret our folly bitterly.
    "It’s time, Nastasha," Richard called out as the call signal came on. The
    line was already live as I nodded to him and took my position. I could feel
    myself growing keener, more on edge.
    "This is Nastasha Romenko. Good to meet 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 territory, and I could sense nothing
    resembling tension or impatience in his tone. Instead, it was as level and
    unruffled as someone answering a routing telephone call at their office desk.
    Impressed, I continued on.
    "Correct. If you have any questions about nuclear technology, all you need to
    do is ask. My department is military analysis, so I should be able to provide
    support with weapons information as well. I was called into this mission as a
    Nuclear Emergency Search Team (NEST) consultant, and I’d like to emphasize
    that my cooperation was freely given. I have no intention of allowing any
    nuclear strikes on my watch, let alone the rogue kind. Let me work with you
    on this one."
    "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 Alaska, and I was safe and sound in California. All I could do
    was talk over the radio. Snake’s voice became less abrupt.
    "It may not seem like much, but it’s enough. No one’s asking you to come out
    here and fight. That’s my job. Anyway, Nastasha, I’ll be counting on your
    help." It was a strangely comforting voice, a voice that inspired trust.
    "Same here." As I answered, I resolved to myself to do everything in my power
    to help him complete this mission. "The nuclear weapons disposal plant on
    Shadow Moses dates back to 2002. It was built solely for the purpose of
    temporarily storing nuclear warheads slated for disposal." I started to brief
    Snake on the background of the disposal facility, running through the points
    he needed to know. My first short exchange with Solid Snake ever, and I was
    beginning to understand why he was called the man who "makes the impossible,
    possible." The icy calm in the face on insurmountable difficulty, the
    absolute confidence, made it suddenly seem possible that he would pull off
    this deadly mission. He had the power to make me believe. I grew conscious of
    Richard’s gaze.
    "Oh -- it's just that you have a kind of glow about you when you’re working. I
    like it."
    "A glow? Funny you used to call it workaholism in the past. You found it very
    unappealing, I recall."
    "Time flies. People change their minds."
    "It’s called nostalgia. You’ll dislike it again soon enough."
    "Perhaps" Richard continued to look at me.
    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 nanomachines. It was through this access channel 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 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 launch a rapid and accurate nuclear
    strike from virtually nay terrain, from mountains to marshlands to the desert
    dunes. It could bestow the dubious privilege of initiating a missile 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 technology would rewrite the tactical map of the world. There are
    speculations that this Unholy Grail of weapons development was being pursed
    late last century in the South African fortress state of Outer Heaven, then
    in the ultra-nationalist sovereignty of Zanzibar Land of 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 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. 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 lever, IF such a technology were available.) With the collapse
    of the Soviet Union, nuclear arsenals built to 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 not that Metal Gear, with its affinity for rough
    terrain, would be 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 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 if far apart from Metal Gear as I knew it?
    Anderson had more to say. Metal Gear’s launch key consisted of two separate
    passwords, on held by Anderson himself and the other by Kenneth Baker, the
    president of ArmsTech. Anderson’s own password was already in the terrorist’
    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. 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 preparation 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 the situation from onboard USS Discovery, tentatively diagnosed the
    cause of death as a hear attack. Snack 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 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." I glared at Richard, but he didn’t turn a hair. He knew as
    well as I did that I could not abandon the mission. Even if I did refuse to
    cooperate further, there was an entire group of DOD personnel around me that
    would not permit that to happen. I briefly closed my eyes and brought the
    recent events into focus again.
    "What happened to Anderson? Why is he dead?" This time, I could see a trace
    of a reaction in Richard’s eyes.
    "It’s hard to say from our end. Naomi thinks it was a heart attack but -- I’ll
    have his medical records pulled just in case. He turned and left the study,
    presumably to give orders to that effect.
    The sounds and the voice being broadcast from the radio told me that Snake
    was moving deeper into the complex in search of Kenneth Baker. Snake found
    the ArmsTech president in one of the underground levels. Kenneth Baker was
    bound to a steel girder along with multiple packets of C4 explosives. Before
    Snake could free Baker, he came face to face with the originator of this trap:
    a FOXHOUND operative called Revolver Ocelot. It seemed that he had anticipated
    Baker’s rescue attempt upon receiver news of Snake’s arrival. According to
    Naomi Hunter, the former director of FOXHOUND’s genetic manipulation program,
    Revolver Ocelot is a former Spetznaz. He moved into OMON (Otryad Militsii
    Osobogo Naznacheniya, the Interior Ministry riot squad, AKA Black Berets) and
    the SVR (the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service) –- a successor to the KGB’s
    First Chief Directorate – after the collapse of the Soviet Union, but was
    unable to adapt to the new regime and dropped out. He cut a swath through the
    world’s hot spots as a mercenary before being recruited by FOXHOUND. As his
    codename indicates, Ocelot is a master marksman with a marked preference for
    revolvers. We could hear the gun battle between Snake and Ocelot over the
    radio. Ocelot was using an antique Single Action Army revolver against Snake’s
    SOCOM pistol. The first Single Action Army Revolver was manufactured in 1873.
    A small number of them are still in production today, but strictly for
    collectors and antique weapon fanciers; using this outmoded weapon for live
    combat is unheard of. But Ocelot seemed to invest the vintage gun with
    diabolical powers. He would purposefully fire against the walls and the
    floor, weaving a tight web of ricocheting bullets around Snake, gradually
    hemming him in. All we could do was silently monitor the battle. However,
    Snake was slowly but surely gaining the upper hand by dodging the ricochets
    and exploiting the revolver’s lengthy reload window. Finally, just as Snake
    was about to deliver the decisive blow, an explosion rang out.
    "My hand!" Ocelot's scream came a second later, followed by more explosions.
    "What the hell is going on!?" Richard cried. The controller in charge of the
    data sent in by Snake’s nanomachines started a running commentary. "We don’t
    know yet. I’m seeing a life sign other than those of Snake, Ocelot or Baker."
    Explosions continued to boom out over the radio.
    "The unidentified fourth subject is knocking down girders. No sign of firearm
    use! Whatever 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!" It seemed Ocelot had left the area. The explosion went
    on one after the other as girders crashed to the ground. In the midst of the
    collapse, Snake confronted what we could only guess was the fourth life sign.
    "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 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 maddening sound. The cry went
    on and on, then cut out as abruptly as it had begun. In the ringing silence,
    the controller’s voice floated out, thin and hollow.
    "The fourth subject had disappeared." The words brought us out of a state of
    "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 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 disquiet; then he quickly recovered his
    characteristic arrogance.
    "You just concentrate 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 Baker back on his
    feet. We could hear Snake asking him about the nuclear launch code, knowing
    the answer even as he spoke. Baker painfully acknowledged that he had
    volunteered the information. His arm hung broken and useless by his side,
    presumably Ocelot’s handiwork. According to Naomi Hunter’s intelligence,
    Revolver Ocelot had served as a Special Interrogations Consultant in the
    Soviet gulags during the days with the Spetznaz. In other words, he was an
    expert in torture. There was no way that the weapons technology executive, an
    untrained civilian, could withstand the techniques of coercion developed in
    the cells of Lubianka. We now had confirmation that the terrorists possessed
    both launch keys. The situation was more desperate that ever. Baker’s
    response to Snake’s queries about the emergency override keys was almost grim.
    He had entrusted a soldier, a woman who had refused to join the mutiny, with
    it while they had been sharing the cell. I caught Snake’s sudden murmur.
    "The Colonel’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 no doubt had known from the outset about the presence of
    Campbell’s niece on Shadow. Snake was pressing Baker, asking him whether
    there was a way to stop the launch without the override code. The executive
    gave him a name: Dr. Hal Emmerich. If it were indeed the case that the launch
    codes were in hostile hands and the strike sequence had been started, it 
    stood to reason that the only person who may know of a way to cancel the
    launch was the chief of Metal Gear’s development program. As Snake promised
    to search out Emmerich, Baker handed him a single optical disc. It contained,
    he said, all the data from the training exercise. What exercise data? He had
    to be referring to the Metal Gear exercise. I saw Richard raise his eyebrow
    sharply. Baker, oblivious to the frenzy of speculation he had remotely set
    off, continued.
    "There’s no need to feign ignorance. You were sent to retrieve this, and we
    both know it."
    I was now even more puzzled than ever. If Metal Gear was being developed on
    Shadow Moses, surely the research data was backed up somewhere outside of the
    ArmsTech Lab. Not only that, but why would the president of the company have
    been carrying the data himself? I was apparently not alone in my
    disconcertment. Snake took the disc, obviously uncertain. It was clear that
    he, like myself, had not been briefed on the existence of the disc. The disc
    safely out of his hands, Baker’s tones became pleading.
    "You have to stop them. If the truth got out, AT would be finished -- I would
    be finished!"
    "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 his labored
    coughing as he gasped out.
    "It can’t be. That thing! Damn Pentagon bureaucrats! I get it now! You son of
    a -- !" He tried to lunge at Snake, but reeled back in a fresh wave of pain.
    Still clutching his chest he fell down, dead. It was too similar to the last
    moments of Donald Anderson’s life, and the fact had not escaped Snake. He was
    immediately on the radio with Campbell.
    "Colonel, you’d better be listening real well.  This one dropped dead too."
    Snake demanded an explanation, but neither Campbell nor Dr. Hunter could
    provide an adequate one. Snake was clearly dissatisfied, but Campbell
    directed Snake to cooperate with his niece, Meryl. The only way left to
    prevent a nuclear strike was to obtain the emergency override key, and the
    key was in Meryl’s hands. Snake walked away from Baker’s body in search of
    the elusive commando. Kenneth Baker had been colluding with Donald Anderson,
    the DARPA chief, to secretly develop a new Metal Gear on the government’s
    so-called Black Budget. My later investigations revealed that regular payments
    in the tens of thousands of dollars had been made to the cooperate account of
    a firm for which Anderson’s wife ostensibly acted as a consultant. The
    ArmsTech payoff into this dummy company had started several years ago. The
    total amount is difficult to estimate, but there is little doubt that Anderson
    had been bribed to the tune of an astronomical sum. Even the government's
    Black Budget had limits, however. I recalled a rumor from some years before
    the Anderson payoff started. The CNO (Chief of Naval Operations) at the time
    had a classified pet project, and the scuttlebutt was that it involved the
    construction of a completely new type of battleship. Just what kind of a ship
    was never revealed, since the entire program fell apart after the CNO suddenly
    passed away. The unexpected death coincided with ArmTech’s launch of the Metal
    Gear development program. The Black Budget earmarked for the CNO’s little
    project must have been freed up by his death; the question was whether it had
    been freed up for allocation to the new Metal Gear development. The manner of
    the CNO’s death was officially ruled a suicide, but I could not help recall
    the theories to the contrary that had made its rounds back then. Whatever the
     background, Anderson and Baker’s deaths could not be a coincidence.
    Anderson’s dying words included a reference to the Pentagon, and I was certain
    that there was more to it than met the eye.
    "So now Baker is dead as well. Are you looking into his medical records too?"
    I asked Richard.
    "We’ll do that. Just as a precaution." He did not seem particularly disturbed.
    It may have been for the best, anyway, Having to baby-sit 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."
    "That bad-boy act of yours. You only talk like an insensitive jerk to divert
    attention from something. I wonder what you’re hiding?" Richard turned away.
    "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 the lab just as
    the Ninja was attempting to attack Dr. Emmerich, and the two fighters
    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 interminable 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 in the maelstrom of its ragged echo. It was our
    second encounter with the Ninja, 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.
    "Its Gray Fox -- the Ninja is Gray Fox. I’m 100% sure."
    "That’s impossible. You took him in Zanzibar Land." We could hear the
    perturbation in Campbell’s voice. Naomi Hunter suddenly cut in.
    "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 abilities and combat skills had marked him as
    an ideal test subject for genetic manipulation and skeletal reinforcement
    experiments. He was listed as killed in action, but kept alive in a lab. I
    could not help but note with some surprise the emotional tone in which the
    normally collected geneticist described these events. When Snake asked why
    she had not volunteered the truth of the Ninja’s identity earlier, Naomi had
    only a terse reply. 'It was classified information. According to records she
    had seen, the subject "Gray Fox" had died in an accidental lab explosion two
    years ago. I turned to Richard.
    "Is this true?"
    "What’s true?"
    "The accident in the lab."
    "It’s true. The cause of the explosion was never determined. Dr. Clark died in
    the accident, and the only remains they could find of Gray Fox were fragments
    of the reinforced skeleton."
    "So Naomi wasn’t the only one who knew about this and didn’t say anything."
    "It was classified information." Richard mimicked.
    Snake secured Dr. Emmerich after the Ninja’s departure. Amazingly enough, the
    engineer had believed Metal Gear to be a portable tactical missile defense
    system, rather than a nuclear-capable tank. It was a peculiar irony that the
    chief developer himself had been unaware that the project was one of offense,
    rather than defense. On discovering that he had been deceived, Dr. Emmerich
    volunteered his expertise to Snake. He mentioned his grandfather’s involvement
    in the Manhattan Project, and the ethical turmoil the man had carried with
    him to the end of his days as a result. Ironically enough, the older
    scientist's son, Hal Emmerich’s father, was born on the day the atomic bomb
    had found Hiroshima.
    "Three generations - sometimes I wonder if nuclear warfare is our personal
    albatross, an inherited pathology."
    We could hear the pain and the regret in Dr. Emmerich’s voice. He seemed
    genuinely upset that the technology he had developed purely for the furthering
    of knowledge and betterment of mankind had been exploited for weapons
    development. You may call me harsh, but I felt little sympathy for him.
    Technological and scientific innovation need not have direct bearing on
    nuclear or biological research to contribute to the making of weapons of mass
    destruction. After all, the Ninja was born of genetic engineering and
    cybernetic research, which could easily have healed a civilian rather than
    improved upon a soldier. A scientist cannot plead 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 wonder if Dr. Emmerich would ever realize that onus.
    Freed from the laboratory where he was being held, Emmerich cloaked himself
    with a stealth camouflage of his own making and promised to keep out of sight.
    With the stealth camo, he could easily evade the terrorists’ surveillance. His
    rescue charge safe, Snake departed for a rendezvous with Meryl. Snake’s
    objective was to meet with Meryl and re-enter the launch code using her
    override key, outwitting the FOXHOUND psychic Psycho Mantis all the while. To
    this end, he headed towards the hangar where Metal Gear was being stored.
    The best laid plans: Meryl was ambushed on the way by the FOXHOUND
    sharpshooter Sniper Wolf. Snake, attempting to rescue the wounded commando,
    was himself captured. He was taken to the terrorist command post still
    unconscious, stripped of all his gear. However, his cochlear-implant radio
    passed unnoticed, and we could hear the terrorists conferring about the
    incapacitated operative. We gathered from their talk that the preparations for
    the nuclear launch were complete. Richard was unusually intent on identifying
    the individual terrorists in the room. From the voices involved in the
    conversation, we confirmed the presence of Sniper Wolf, Revolver Ocelot, and
    the leader of this uprising himself, Liquid Snake. What little I knew of
    Liquid Snake was troubling, and it came entirely from a slim file folder
    Richard showed me just prior to mission commencement. The man with the same
    designation as Solid Snake was recruited into FOXHOUND after Solid Snake’s
    departure from the unit. His fighting skills were formidable, and he quickly
    rose to the leadership position in FOXHOUND’s field operation team. His real
    name, place of origin and other information remained classified. Only a
    single photograph accompanied the documents, and I had not been able to
    contain my astonishment at the sight of it.
    "It’s not a mistake. That IS Liquid Snake," said Richard, echoing my thoughts.
    "But -- how?" The face in the photo was the spitting image of Solid Snake.
    "I wouldn’t know. But once the two Snakes run into each other, something may
    come out." His words were noncommittal, but Richard’s tone spoke volumes. And
    now, the two Snakes - Solid and Liquid - had indeed come fact to face. But
    Liquid had little to say.
    "So long, brother." He called out before turning and walking away. The voice
    was full of hatred, but there was also something in it that seemed to confirm
    and gleefully anticipate another meeting. Why this was so was as mysterious
    to me as the reason he called Solid Snake 'brother'. I would no find out the
    truth until a little later.
    What awaited Snake after his brief encounter with Liquid was Ocelot’s
    KGB-tested 'interrogation' techniques. Ocelot apparently had no interest in
    extracting information, but rather appeared to be enjoying the acts of 
    torture for their own sake. Snake’s ragged gasps echoed from the radio in the
    silence of the control room. The heart rate and other physiological data
    transmitted by his nanomachines graphically demonstrated the extent of his
    suffering. All we could do was listen and wait. After Ocelot was done, the
    battered Snake was taken to a cell. Campbell soon established radio contact
    with him, but Snake had some hard questions for his former CO instead. He had
    realized that Metal Gear was a nuclear delivery system, and for once, Campbell
    was at a loss for an answer.
    "So you did know about this all along!" Snake rasped out bitterly. Campbell
    continued to be silent. It was all the confirmation Snake needed.
    "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 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 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 reason to keep the situation under wraps, and there were ample
    indication that the terrorists had counted 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."
    "All right then, tell me what this new warhead 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’s body. It’s just a corpse."
    "That’s not an option." Campbell was floundering under the barrage of Snake’s
    "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 passed a number of policies that severely restrict genetic
    engineering on humans. He can’t afford to have the public know about the
    military’s use of genetically-enhanced soldiers."
    "Is that really all there is to it?" Campbell did not reply.
    I received a call from Snake soon after. Captive, alone in enemy territory,
    unable to trust his own mission controllers to tell him the truth – there was
    little I could say to help a man in Snake’s situation. "Capture does not mean
    defeat. Stay vigilant for a chance to escape, and don’t give up." I had doubts
    about the effectiveness of these words coming from someone with no combat
    experience, but it was the best I could offer. We had no choice but to trust
    in Snake’s abilities. As I closed the radio channel, I caught Richard studying
    "You’re very -- passionate about this job."
    "Do you object? It’s the job you forced on 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.
    Chesterfields. The same brand as Humphrey Bogart.
    "You still smoke the same brand."
    You know me. Once I decide I like something I can’t kick the habit.
    Cigarettes, line of work, woman - everything." He didn’t look at me as he
    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 distract me."
    "What do you want me to talk about?"
    "I’m not good at finding things out 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 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
    "You’re talking about Big Boss."
    "What? Big Boss was your -- ?"
    "No reason you should have known." Campbell elaborated to Naomi. "It was six
    years ago, in Zanzibar Land. Snake and I are the only ones who know about it
    "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?"
    "Why?" Naomi asked fiercely. There was a pause before Snake answered.
    "Because that’s what he wanted. And what I 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.
    "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
    "A stepbrother who put her thought school. I wasn’t told about that." Richard
    muttered. There was suspicion in his voice, and puzzlingly enough, a hint of
    I opened the personnel profile on Naomi. Naomi Hunter. Born New York City,
    198X. Ph.D. in genetics. Recruited by the industry giant ATGS soon after
    completing doctoral program, moved to California’s so-called Biotech Bay area.
    Led several genetic therapy programs, until recruited by FOXHOUND to fill the
    post of chief geneticist as a result of her accomplishments in this field.
    Parents died in car collision when Naomi was two years old. One brother, ten
    years her senior, a U.S. Marine. Killed in training-related accident when
    Naomi was seventeen. Richard thought for a minute, then scribbled something
    in his notebook. Summoning one of his men, he tore the page out and handed it
    to him.
    "Wire this message to the skipper of USS Discovery. And make sure Campbell
    doesn’t know about it."
    "What are you plotting now?" I knew even as I asked that Richard would not
    The torture was repeated time and again, but Snake managed to take advantage
    of the guard’s waning vigilance and escape. The location and the fate of his
    fellow hostage, Meryl, eluded us. Evading the intense manhunt that followed,
    Snake still refused to stray from the course that led to the Metal Gear
    hangar. What drove him? Guilt for Meryl’s capture and an urge to avenge her?
    A sense of duty to the mission? The will to stop the carnage of a nuclear
    strike? None of them seemed to apply to Snake. He was an enigma. We could do
    little but watch over him as he ran, wounded and exhausted. After successfully
    taking on Sniper Wolf as she reemerged for an ambush, Snake closed in on the
    Metal Gear hangar only to discover Vulcan Raven blocking his way. The giant
    FOXHOUND operative, armed with a fighter-plane GATT ling gun, was a daunting
    enemy. In the end, however, Snake eventually prevailed. The stricken Rave,
    leaning against the wall, started to speak as Snake approached him.
    "There are some breeds of snakes that nature never intended. I think you and
    the Boss belong to one of those. Go and settle it with him. I’ll be watching
    how it ends." The dying Raven then dropped the bombshell.
    "I’ll give you one clue. The man who died in front of you wasn’t the DARPA
    chief. It was Decoy Octopus - one of us FOXHOUNDs. He was a master of
    disguise. I guess the Grim Reaper was the only one he couldn’t fool."
    "Is he dead?" Raven did not answer Snake’s sharp query. Snake tried another
    "Why go to all that trouble and impersonate Anderson?" Raven smiled faintly.
    "That’s all the clue you’re going to get. Everything else, you’ll have to
    figure out yourself." A few minute later, Vulcan Raven died. Richard was
    "So that’s how it was. They had us completely fooled."
    "Why would Octopus impersonate Anderson?" I asked.
    "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.
    "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 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.
    "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
    There were a number of ways to obtain someone’s Social Security Number and
    commit an identity theft, certainly. But Dr. Naomi Hunter an imposter -- !
    "Who is she really then!" Campbell was agitated, but Miller remained cool as
    "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 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 crystallized his own
    "Or she could be working for another organization." Miller suggested.
    "Another -- ? No, that’s not possible.." As Campbell trailed off, Miller spoke
    up, his tone ruthless.
    "Take her into custody, Colonel."
    "It’s clear that Naomi Hunter is working against us. Interrogate her and find
    out what her objective is."
    "If she really is their spy, we’re in serious trouble." Campbell murmured.
    Miller pounced on the gravity of the Colonel’s tone.
    "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
    "..." Campbell remained silent, but Miller pressed on.
    "Does it have anything to do with the way 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 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 movements re-checked." That was
    all Campbell could say.
    "Hurry. Find out what she wants as quickly as possible." Miller was
    "Of course." Campbell agreed reluctantly. "Snake, just give me some time."
    "Time is something I wasn’t given a lot of." Snake growled bitterly.
    "What’s the deal?" I said to Richard. "Is Miller right about Naomi?"
    "I don’t know, to be honest. It’s obvious there were things in Dr. Hunter’s
    past that I didn’t know about. I’m having them go over her background again."
    Richard was visibly upset, a rare occurrence. I suddenly wondered there had
    been something between him and Naomi. Richard lit a cigarette and continued
    in a more composed tone.
    "But if what Miller said about Naomi is true, it raises questions about him in
    "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 investigators couldn’t?" Richard called one of
    his men over and ordered them to look into Miller’s activities.
    "You check up on even one of your own?" I asked as the agent who hurried away.
    "How do you know he’s one of our own?" Richard shot back, blowing a stream of
    "Should I assume you don’t trust me either?"
    "You’re the one who doesn’t trust me. Never have." He said quietly, and
    ground his cigarette into the ashtray.
    Snake had finally reached the Metal Gear hangar, and stood in the shadow of
    the machine’s fifty-foot-tall bulk. But considering Metal Gear’s
    state-of-the-art composite armor and Snake’s limited arsenal, it was
    improbable that he could destroy the tank while evading enemy patrols. The
    most practical avenue of attack was to re-enter the launch code using the
    override key and thereby cancel the scheduled nuclear strike. As Snake
    methodically searched for the code entry interface, Emmerich radioed in. He
    had been making himself useful by breaking into Baker’s protected files. From
    these, he had pieced together the true nature of Metal Gear and its prototype
    warheads. According to Emmerich, the weapon used a built-in rail gun to fire
    the ballistic missiles clear of the atmosphere. The missile would then
    automatically realign itself, and reenter the atmosphere on its designated
    trajectory toward the target.
    I understood exactly what all this meant, and the knowledge left me cold.
    Normally, ballistic missiles go through four phases from launch to impact. The
    first is the boost phase, which consists of the time between the missile’s
    launch and the point at which it leaves the atmosphere and exhausts its supply
    of rocket propellant. Following the burnout, the rocket enters the post-boost
    phase, which concludes with the separation of the reentry vehicle that
    contains the warhead. The third stage is the midcourse phase, in which the
    reentry vehicle separates and achieves a controlled descent back into the
    atmosphere. The warhead’s reentry into the atmosphere and its arrival at the
    target mark the fourth and terminal phase. Current missile defense system
    detect incoming ballistic missiles by scanning for the rocket burn that takes
    place during the missile’s boost stage. However, Metal Gear’s missile
    technology employs a rail gun rather than convention rocket propulsion to
    achieve boost-stage acceleration. As a result, there is nothing for existing
    missile defense systems to detect. The rail gun’s effectiveness is nothing
    short of amazing, with a range of over 3000 miles, rivaling that of mid-range
    ballistic missiles. It reliably homes in within 170 feet of the target 50% of
    the time, placing it in the same class as high-end ICBM’s. The ability of a
    Metal Gear to conquer virtually all terrain means that the rail gun can launch
    a stealthy nuclear strike from almost any spot on the globe. This invisible
    attack would make it impossible for anyone to pinpoint the origin of a given
    missile even in the event of a strike. Without a clear aggressor to retaliate
    against, the concept of mutual assured destruction falls apart. Without the
    fear of MAD, the existing rules of nuclear non-engagement would no longer
    apply, and the world would fall into chaos.
    "I can’t believe Naomi was Gray Fox’s foster sister!" Richard murmured
    "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
    "It was you, wasn’t it?"
    "Yes," I was taken aback by his ready admission. "FOXDIE was one of my
    "And Naomi?"
    "Was a top-notch professional. The FOXDIE research had hit a brick wall when
    she pitched herself to us. She’d somehow heard that we were looking for a
    genetic engineering expert. As soon as she joined the team, the project took
    off in a major way." Richard paused, then plunged ahead.
    "I assigned her to lead the development effort. When the virus was finally
    engineered, it was she that named it FOXDIE."
    "What I thought was dedication to the work was actually thirst for vengeance.
    She didn’t let that slip, not once." He murmured ruefully. I knew what his
    relationship had been with Naomi when I studied his face.
    "You were seeing her."
    "She was using me." He corrected and gave a hollow laugh. At that point, one
    of his men came tearing over. After an urgent whisper, Richard’s face grew
    "What happened?"
    "Master Miller wasn’t Master Miller." Richard was visibly shaken.
    "The man I sent to investigate Miller just reported in. He found Miller
    murdered in his home, up in Alaska."
    "Who was it that we were talking to then --!" But there was no one who could
    provide an answer to that question.
    Around the same time on Shadow Moses, Snake had finally made it past the
    enemy’s defenses and successfully re-entered the launch code. But something
    was amiss: as the code was accepted, an alarm was triggered.
    "Launch code entered." An electronic voice intoned. "All systems ready.
    Standby for missile launch." Snake stared around him, aghast.
    "No! I just overrode the launch authorization!" 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 imposter who had taken the
    murdered man’s identity. "The launch preparations are now complete. Nothing
    can stop 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."
    "We never did get his part of the code form the DARPA chief. Even Mantis’
    abilities couldn’t break through, and Ocelot managed to kill Anderson off
    before we could try anything else." As Snake listened in horror, "Miller"
    "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."
    "Having Decoy Octopus impersonate the DARPA chief was a part of it. We were
    trying to extract information from you but -- FOXDIE got to him first,"
    "Miller" said savagely.
    "Are you saying this whole thing was fixed?" Snake asked through clenched
    teeth. And it was all to get me to unlock the launch sequence?" The
    terrorist’s mocking laugh rang out.
    "Did you think you got this far thanks to your own abilities? Think again."
    "Master, what about you? Are you a spy?" The other continued as though he had
    not heard Snake’s question.
    "But everything is ready for the launch now. Once they get a taste of the new
    warhead, the White House will have to hand over the antidote. And they’ll
    have nothing on us anymore, ever again."
    "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?"
    "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."
    "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 activated by the time Snake reached it. Liquid was about to
    climb into the pilot’s seat when Snake called out to him, the barrel of his
    SOCOM pointed straight at Liquid.
    "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 did exactly what we
    needed you to do." Snake’s indignity was compounded by Liquid’s next comment.
    "I’m sure your masters 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 'stopping the nuke, rescuing hostages', it’s a
    "Charade?" Snake was taken aback.
    "All the Pentagon wanted was to effect a meeting between us." Liquid
    explained, obviously enjoying Snake’s reaction. "That’s how the ArmsTech
    president and Decoy were gotten rid of."
    "Can’t be..."
    "Actually, it can be. The point was to selectively kill us off and retrieve
    our extremely expensive genetically engineered corpses along with Metal Gear.
    You were sent in by the Pentagon merely as a FOXDIE vector!" Snake was in
    "That’s insane. And Naomi -- was she working with the Pentagon all along!?"
    "That’s what they thought. But it seems she wasn’t quite as soft as they read
    her to be."
    "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?" Snake challenged.
    "Very good. It’s disappointing that this was nothing more than a
    run-of-the-mill revenge scheme. But we still don’t know what kind of changes
    she introduced to FOXDIE." Liquid fell silent for a moment, then continued.
    "But enough of that. I’ve already added the FOXDIE antidote to my list of
    demands to Washington."
    "There’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 affected with
    the execution virus according to their plan. Octopus and the ArmsTech
    president died of it for certain. But neither myself nor Ocelot -- not to
    mention you - have shown any signs of infection."
    "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 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 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, and left Snake speechless.
    "But it was me that our father chose." Liquid said slowly and purposefully.
    "Is that why you’re obsessed with Big Boss? Some kind of twisted love?"
    "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.
    "You couldn’t understand that either. Someone who got the chance to kill his
    own father wouldn’t! You managed to deprive me even of that revenge. But I
    will accomplish what our father dreamt of and never achieved. That’s how I’ll
    kill him - by surpassing him." Liquid ended his proclamation by leaping into
    Metal Gear’s cockpit. Snake fired a burst from his SOCOM, but the bullets
    ricocheted off Metal Gear’s armor.
    "Damn!" Snake gnashed his teeth as Liquid called out mockingly from the
    "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 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 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 second.
    "Get out of her now!" The voice was a familiar one.
    "Gray Fox!" Snake cried out. The Ninja -- or rather Gray Fox -- launched a
    fiery arc towards Metal Gear, destroying the radome. The tank froze in
    confusion for a second, and Snake and the Ninja found cover during the brief
    "Why, Fox? Why are you helping me?"
    "I’m a captive, Snake. Death is my prison. You’re the only one who can
    release me!" Gray Fox replied, his voice clear and sane.
    "Fox, don’t involve yourself in this business anymore. Think about Naomi.
    She’s destroying herself trying to avenge you!"
    "Yes, Naomi!"
    "You’re the only one who can stop her," Snake urged, but Gray Fox’s replay
    was discouraging.
    "No, I can’t!"
    "Why not?"
    "I’m the one that killed her parents." Gray Fox’s startling words stunned
    Snake. "I was just a child myself, and I couldn’t stand to kill her too. I
    took her with me because it was the only way I could think of to assuage the
    guilt. I raised her to satisfy my half-baked conscience, but she gave me the
    love and respect I didn’t deserve - called me her brother."
    "Fox -- "
    "We may have looked like a happy little family, but I was terrified every
    time she looked me in the eye - that she would see the truth. Tell her for me,
    will you? Tell her that I’m the one who took her family from her, not you."
    Many former child soldiers are permanently traumatized by their horrific was
    experiences. It was possible that Gray Fox’s compulsions - whether it be
    taking in his victims’ orphaned child or returning again and again to the
    battlefields with Big Boss -- had its roots in his childhood scars.
    "There you are!" Liquid called through Metal Gear’s speakers. A concentrated
    volley of Vulcan cannon fire followed, the rounds closing in on Snake and the
    "It’s almost time to finish this," Fox cried. "I’ll slow him down!"
    "Fox!" Before Snake could stop him, Gray Fox leapt out into the open and went
    for Metal Gear. We could hear the roar of Metal Gear’s Vulcan cannon. Gray
    Fox's reinforced skeleton gave him a faster reflex, and he dodged the volley.
    But the next second, his body had been plucked up by Metal Gear’s massive jaw.
    "Fox! Snake’s shout reverberated throughout the hangar. Metal Gear’s engine
    revved louder and Fox’s reinforced skeleton creaked audibly.
    "How long will his bones hold out? Hm, Snake? Are you going to abandon him?"
    Liquid taunted. But Fox was far from dead.
    "A cornered fox is one of the most dangerous animals!" Laser fire burst from
    Fox’s right arm and Metal Gear’s radome exploded. Liquid was now blind, since
    Metal Gear’s cockpit was completely sealed from the outside.
    "They didn’t give you a Fox rank for nothing, old comrade. But this is where
    it ends!" Liquid’s unamplified voice called out. He had apparently discarded
    the cockpit hatch to use his own eyes in lieu of sensors. The next thing we
    hear was an explosive crash. Was Gray Fox now under Metal Gear’s foot? My
    fear was confirmed by the ominous and unmistakable sound of Fox’s reinforced
    exoskeleton creaking under pressure. At the same time, we heard Fox’s gasping
    "Finally -- I can finally die, and with you as my witness. After Zanzibar Land
    they took away the fight from me. I wasn’t dead but didn’t feel alive. So
    futile for such a long time. But finally it’s over!" Fox’s voice was down to
    a whisper now.
    "Snake! We’re not just tools for politicians and generals! All I did with my
    life was fight, but at least it was my choice. Goodbye, Snake." With a dull
    crunch, his reinforced skeleton finally gave away.
    "FOX!!" Snake screamed. Liquid laughed.
    "He was a fool. It was over the moment he begged for death." He ground Fox’s
    battered corpse underfoot with Metal Gear, then bellowed.
    "Do you get it now! You can’t protect anyone, let alone yourself! Die!" Metal
    Gear’s Vulcan cannons roared into action. But with all sensors offline, the
    fire lacked its previous accuracy.
    Robbed of his old friend and comrade, Snake gave free rein to his rage. Taking
    up a Stinger missile launcher, he fired at Liquid, sitting exposed in his
    cockpit. It was a direct hit; even the composite armor could not protect
    against a shot that penetrated into the cockpit itself. Its piloting system
    destroyed, Metal Gear abruptly spun out of control and pitched towards the
    ground with a deafening screech. A massive explosion followed seconds later.
    Snake was still out cold, but his radio was online. We could hear smaller
    explosions from the wreck of the Metal Gear, and the sound of flames greedily
    sucking up the leaking fuel. Snake showed no signs of coming around. A few
    minutes later, a sound of footsteps emerged from the general chaos. It was
    moving towards Snake. There was a faint murmur.
    "Snake -- it’s not over yet." It was Liquid’s voice.
    "Snake!" I yelled into the radio, but Snake did not stir. "Isn’t there any
    way to wake him?" I asked Richard, but he shook his head.
    Liquid had reached Snake’s side, and to our surprise, picked up Snake’s
    limp body. He started to carry Snake, heading in the direction of Metal Gear’s
    prone form. We listened, helpless, in a tense silence. It was Snake’s battle;
    there was next to nothing we could do. Liquid had now climbed onto Metal
    Gear’s back, where he carelessly laid Snake down. He apparently planned to
    simply wait for his adversary to regain consciousness.
    "So -- " Liquid said. Snake was still out of action.
    "I know you’re listening. You have a radio implant in this one." It was clear
    that Liquid was talking to us.
    "You think you’ve pulled off FOXDIE. Think again. You’re never going to kill
    me with a thing like that. Never." The knowledge that he was already infected
    with the killer retrovirus made no difference to Liquid Snake. It was a force
    of will that commanded respect.
    "You have no idea how excited I am - knowing that you’re still out there.
    Revenge is a candy I’ve been deprived of too many times!" The hatred in
    Liquid's voice was chilling. "You -- ‘Patriots’!" At that moment, Snake let
    out a groan. He was starting to surface.
    "He’s almost ready. Listen, all of you. When I’ve settled the score with this
    one, I’m coming after you next. I’m going to end your miserable lives in a
    way that’ll make even the Reaper’s stomach turn."
    "I’ll look forward to it," Richard murmured starkly. Snake groaned again. He
    was apparently awake.
    "Still a light sleeper, huh?" Liquid said to Snake conversationally.
    "Liquid -- you’re alive?"
    "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 one of his confidence.
    "Your fight?" Snake shot back. "What’s your real objective here?"
    "To make sure that the age of warriors comes again. Warriors like us, Snake."
    "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
    "That’s all changed. Hypocrisy and fraudulent peace are replacing warfare.
    There is a terrible emptiness that comes from losing an arena for your gifts.
    And the terror that you will become a dinosaur, no longer useful. You must
    know that fear better than anyone." Snake had no reply to Liquid’s entreaty.
    I wondered whether Liquid’s words had found their mark.
    "The prototype nuclear warheads will 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 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."
    "That’s not the kind of thing I want. Not now, not ever!" Liquid laughed at
    Snake’s dogged refusal.
    "You’re lying. Why do you think you’re here? You’ve been lied to, betrayed by
    your own team. But you still wouldn’t abandon the mission. Why?" Snake could
    not answer.
    "I’ll tell you why," Liquid continued. "Because you enjoy it. The thrills. And
    the kills."
    "No, that’s not -- !" Snake was struggling for words, but Liquid cut in.
    "Are you going to deny it? You’ve killed dozens of my men today."
    "But that was-" As Snake faltered, Liquid laughed in contempt.
    "Every time you delivered the kill shot, your face brightened up."
    "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 the Vietnam War 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 incorporated the so-called
    "super-baby" technique. The super-baby technique involves carefully dividing
    the fertilized egg whose 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.
    "We started out as octuplets." Liquid reflected.
    "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 more sacrifice to be made. One of the embryos was engineered to manifest
    the full potential of its genetic makeup - at the expense of the other one,
    which was purposefully relegated to the bottom of the curve. You are what you
    are, Solid Snake, thanks to the death and deprivation of your brothers!"
    Liquid surveyed the stunned Snake and smiled.
    "But if you think that I’m the only sibling you have left, think again."
    "The genome soldiers. They were bred from our father’s DNA too. The only
    difference is that they’re not analogs of him like we are." Liquid went onto
    tell an astonishing story. The Human Genome Project, concluded late last
    century, the "Les Enfants Terribles" Project and the intensive study of Big
    Boss’ genetic samples had led researchers to many of the secrets of the 
    so-called "soldier genes." The isolated traits for initiative, discipline and
    other tactically desirable characteristics had been secretly integrated into
    the genetic structure of next-generation special forces soldiers.
    "All those commandos you murdered on this base were your brothers."
    "The genome soldiers -- !"
    "Incomplete creatures, certainly, forcibly grafted with a piece of Big Boss’
    genetic sequence. But still family. They share in the family dysfunction too
    -- their lives also cost 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" among the returning
    personnel was apparently one of the gene therapy’s unfortunate side effects.
    "That means that those Gulf War Babies born to vets are -- ?" Snake asked,
    "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 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.
    "Every one of us is dying on a genetic level. The question is when the
    decline will start. That’s why I need our 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?" 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
    "Your DNA is ordering you to help these genome commandos?" Snake said
    skeptically, but Liquid agreed in reverential tone.
    "No one can go against their genetic destiny. We were born for the sole
    purpose of recreating our father’s DNA in its basest and most ideal
    incarnations. I will follow my destiny – and surpass it. I can break my own
    biological curse, and that’s why I’m going to kill you, Solid Snake..." He
    spoke quietly, but it was clear that he meant every word. He suddenly called
    out in a different tone.
    "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.
    "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 just about out of time."
    "Are you talking about FOXDIE?"
    "No, the Pentagon. It seems that the DOD came to a decision when they heard
    about Metal Gear’s destruction. They’re not even interested in a Bonder
    report at this point. Ask your shadow Campbell if you want. He likes to
    listen, doesn’t he?" Snake raised Campbell on the radio.
    "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 an
    AWAC heading your way."
    "For what?"
    "An air strike." Campbell replied bitterly.
    "That’s not even the bad news. A bomber just took off from the Galena AFB.
    It’s carrying the B61-13 surfacing-piercing missiles."
    "Christ, Metal Gear’s already been destroyed." Snake raised his voice.
    "Doesn’t the Defense Secretary know that?"
    "He knows. But because of Naomi’s betrayal, he no longer has any faith in
    FOXDIES’s effectiveness. Your taking out Metal Gear means that the threat of
    nuclear strike has been removed, and he’s free to ensure a direct and
    complete cover-up of the whole affair."
    "By blowing up all the evidence and everyone who knows anything sky-high with
    a nuclear bomb." Snake finished angrily. But Campbell’s next words were
    "Don’t worry, Snake. I’ll halt the air strike."
    "It may be a technicality, but I’m still the field controller for the
    mission. If I call in an order to halt the strike, it should wreak enough
    havoc within the chain of command to buy you some time. Use it to get out of
    there." Richard called one of his men over and muttered an order. There was
    little doubt that it was for Campbell’s arrest. Snake and Campbell, ignorant
    of the roomful of ears who were listening in on their every exchange, were
    still talking.
    "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 
    hostage to ensure my cooperation."
    "What a -- " Snake broke off in disgust.
    "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 --
    that I would otherwise lose."
    "Colonel -- "
    "All right, I’m putting in an order to halt the strike. This is the point of
    no return- What the hell!?" Campbell gasped. It seemed that Richard’s men
    were trying to restrain him. The only thing we could hear over the radio were
    gunshots and unintelligible noise. I was once again a helpless spectator of a
    life-or-death struggle. Mei Ling burst in abruptly, as though she had seized
    the microphone.
    "Mei Ling, what happened to the Colonel!"
    "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
    "This is Jim Houseman, Secretary of Defense. Roy Campbell was just relieved
    of duty."
    "Let me talk to Colonel Campbell!"
    "He’s been arrested for compromising national security. He’ll be charged with
    "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 planned. The sea will take care of
    what little there is left. It’s what the President wants."
    "So this is an executive order?"
    "The President of the United States is a very, very busy job. Let’s just say
    that I take full responsibility for this strike."
    "How are you going to explain to the media why you dropped a nuke on American
    "Don’t worry, there’s a cover story ready. A band of terrorists took over the
    Shadow Moses facility, and were extremely careless with their nuclear
    "You’ll be killing your own genome commandos -- all the researchers too."
    "Donald is already dead," Houseman suddenly said with genuine sorrow in his
    "So you didn’t plan on killing the DARPA chief after all." Snake asked.
    "He was my closest friend."
    "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."
    "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." The transmission ended.
    Snake and Liquid had engaged each other in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, but
    Richard had other things to attend to. He had one of his men open a radio
    "Yes, what is it?" I realized with surprise that the person he had called was
    none other than the Secretary of Defense Jim Houseman.
    "An air strike was an unwise decision." Richard sounded displeased. "With a
    nuclear-armed Stealth bomber airborne, a complete cover-up is no longer an
    option. ‘They’ are not happy with this."
    "It’s the only way to destroy the evidence. The results will bear out the
    correctness of my decision."
    "There will be no results. I’ve already 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 so!" Houseman’s voice shook with fury.
    Richard sighed exaggeratedly.
    "You don’t think so? It seems, Mr. Secretary, that Colonel Campbell is not
    the only one who ‘truly believed that he had any real say in this mission.’"
    "What are you saying!" I heard the sound of scuffling on the other end. "Hey,
    what do you think you’re doing! Get your hands off of me!" Houseman had
    apparently been restrained. It was exactly the same scenario that had played
    out during Campbell’s arrest.
    "You have several choices." Richard explained with something resembling pity.
    "It’s up to you which ending this particular story has. I myself would suggest
    a quiet retirement from public life."
    "You’ll pay for this, Ames. I swear to God!" Houseman spat out as he struggled
    vainly against his captors.
    "Personally, I don’t condone rough measures. I hope you’ll come to the same
    decision." Richard ended the call. The transmission from Shadow Moses was
    still active. Liquid’s dying scream tore through the speakers.
    "Looks like things are wrapping up nicely over there," Richard murmured.
    Richard cleared all of the personnel out of the study. We were now alone. I
    could hear Snake and Meryl over the wires. It seemed that he had succeeded in
    rescuing her in time.
    "Now the question is, what am I going to do with you?" Richard said as he
    turned away from the radio. The time had come for me to make my move; I
    walked up to my computer.
    "This machine has been recording everything that went on in this study and
    relaying it out to a remote location. Once there, the data was immediately
    backed up on an optical disc." It was no bluff. It was just a more covert
    version of a real-time remote conferencing system. Because of my work, I
    frequently must acquire information from such unsavory types as black-market
    arms dealers and Mafia members who specialize in plutonium smuggling. The
    recordings were my standard insurance policy.
    "I’ve already sent a message to the collocation 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." But Richard was unfazed. I started to feel apprehensive as he calmly
    lit another cigarette.
    "You mean this disc?" He took out a shining optical disc from his inside 
    jacket pocket and slid it into my PC’s drive. A few quick clicks of the mouse
    and the playback started. I stared at the slightly grainy footage, horrified.
    The audio seemed overly loud in the silent room.
    "You should be hearing from him soon. You’re clear on how to use the radio?"
    Richard’s voice was raspy in playback, but it was definitely the data I had
    secretly collected and sent out.
    "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. 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 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 slowly backing away from Richard, and I did not
    even realize the fact until my back hit the wall. There was no way out.
    "Are you really prepared to kill me?" I could not hide the tremor in my voice.
    "You should know the answer to that." He said quietly, looking me straight in
    the eye. Then he pulled his hand out from under his jacket, and I
    instinctively shut my eyes. But even after what felt like an eternity, the
    muffled shot and the pain I was expected did not come. I warily opened my
    eyes, and saw what was in his hand. It was not a gun, but a disc.
    "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 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.
    "You’d better get out of her 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 have to do, all right?" He
    suddenly held me close and put his lips on mine. As we broke apart after a
    long kiss, he whispered in my ear, "I wanted to do this again, just one last
    time." Then he gently eased my away.
    "Now go. Hurry." There was gravity in his voice that allowed only one
    response. I nodded, and sped out of the room.
    That was the last I ever saw of Richard 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
    the incident. The roster of the dead included Liquid Snake, Psycho Mantis,
    Sniper Wolf, Decoy Octopus, and Vulcan Raven. Revolver Ocelot’s body was not
    recovered, but his personnel file was closed with the notation, 'Missing in
    Action.' FOXHOUND had, in effect, been decimated. The survivors from the
    next-generation commando unit were all removed to the Peace AFB in New
    Hampshire, ostensibly for training. As far as I know, they remain prisoners
    there to this day. The government has repeatedly denied allegations of
    genetically engineering super-soldiers, but rumors that the research
    continues remain persistent. The deaths of Donald Anderson, the DARPA chief, 
    and Kenneth Baker of ArmsTech ended the development of a new Metal Gear. The 
    Metal Gear REX unit itself had been all but completed under Hal Emmerich’s
    leadership, but my source at Lawrence Livermore indicated that the rail gun
    warhead delivery system had not been fully operational. Apparently, there had
    been some serious issues with the rail gun’s targeting accuracy. This was no
    doubt the reason Baker had entrusted Snake with the exercise data, and Jim
    Houseman, the Secretary of Defense, had so aggressively pursued its
    whereabouts. The data is now lost, and the development program has been closed
    down. I dare to dream that the new nuclear delivery system will never see the
    light of day. A few days after the incident, I heard on the news that
    Houseman had shot himself. The suicide was attributed to a temporary nervous
    breakdown related to job stress. Supporting statements from family and
    subordinates were widely aired. The air strike order for Shadow Moses was
    glossed over as an unfortunate evidence of the late Defense Secretary’s
    unraveling mental state. I remembered Houseman’s words from the final hours 
    of the mission, and thought I knew what had really happened. He had refused 
    to take the fall, and paid for the defiance with his life. The record of the
    Shadow Moses Incident and the FOXDIE data disc that Richard gave me are still
    under my vigilant guard. The FOXDIE program data covers Naomi’s careful 
    analysis of the unauthorized reconfiguration she had made to the virus. The 
    information showed that Snake was indeed one of the targets for the deadly 
    retrovirus, but the incubation period had been changed to a wildcard value. 
    Even Naomi herself did not know when the virus would awaken within Snake. It 
    must have been the best revenge she could think of, condemning him to live in 
    this fearful limbo. Colonel Roy Campbell was released after the Defense
    Secretary’s own arrest, and is once again enjoying his retirement.
    Mei Ling also made it safely out of the mission, and is back in academia. Dr.
    Hal Emmerich did not return to ArmsTech following his rescue from Shadow
    Moses. His whereabouts are unknown, but there is some indication that he made
    his way to England where he has family members. Snake and Meryl appear to
    have successfully made if off Shadow Moses Island. I could however find no 
    tract of them; I hope that the same is true for those who have an interest in
    seeing them silenced. Naomi Hunter was formally taken into custody after the
    incident’s conclusion. Three weeks later, as she was undergoing debriefing in
    a certain facility, she escaped. She has not been heard of since. Officials
    were close-mouthed about the circumstances of the escape, but inquiries into
    other quarters elicited the fact that someone had broken Naomi out of the
    base. I knew of only one person who could have breached the base’s tight
    security and successfully led someone to freedom.
    And then there was the matter of Richard Ames.
    I called in a favor and had an inquiry made to the DIA about one Major
    Richard Ames. The Agency’s response was that there was 'no DIA personnel
    fitting that name and description.' Buying my safety and freedom had been a
    costly act for Richard. It was then that I decided to go public with what I
    knew. By exposing the conspiracy, I may be putting myself in renewed danger. 
    But I am through with being a spectator, an objective bystander. The 
    powerlessness I felt watching Snake’s solitary infiltration on Shadow Moses
    has been a bitter wake-up call. This time, I am determined to make a stand.
    This is my war now -- to tell the truth about what happened on the island.
    That is my responsibility and privilege as a survivor, and a cause for which
    I am prepared to give my life.
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