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MGS [The Gil]

Katt

The crazy bitch you all love
A new metal gear codenamed Polar is in the process of being created. Russia is in on it. They are creating not only the metal gear, but new bombs for it. They can destroy entire countries the size of India with a single bomb. Sources say that Liquid Ocelot is in on it. Which side will you choose.


Protecting the bombs and Metal Gear. or Seeing to Everything's demise
 
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Somewhere in Russia....19:24....


November 19, 2010


Surveillance camera 1


Klack. Klack.


You can hear the sound of footsteps down a hall. A man in black leather boots makes his way down the hall. His beige, almost tan pants rifling as he went under a draft. His trench coat flapping behind him. Its buttoned up so you can't get a look at his shirt. His hair in its usual ponytail. Liquid Ocelot. In the very building your getting ready to infiltrate. Video ends


Snake explains who that is, what your objectives are, that you are having a partner with you, and to go get her. You just found out that Snake and Otacon have been keeping another agent working for them a secret from you, and now its out in the open. You had walked in on a conversation of theirs. Apparently she goes by Wolf. She's been in the same building as you the entire time, yet you've never seen her at all.


Snake and Otacon have given you the mission plan, operation and their codec numbers to stay in contact with them. Snake = 145.56


Otacon = 124.78


They don't give you Wolf's. Its you're job to go get her. Apparently she just got back from a mission of her own. Just a small one getting information on the new metal gear. Its name Polar.
 
Katt said:
Somewhere in Russia....19:24....
November 19, 2010


Surveillance camera 1


Klack. Klack.


You can hear the sound of footsteps down a hall. A man in black leather boots makes his way down the hall. His beige, almost tan pants rifling as he went under a draft. His trench coat flapping behind him. Its buttoned up so you can't get a look at his shirt. His hair in its usual ponytail. Liquid Ocelot. In the very building your getting ready to infiltrate. Video ends


Snake explains who that is, what your objectives are, that you are having a partner with you, and to go get her. You just found out that Snake and Otacon have been keeping another agent working for them a secret from you, and now its out in the open. You had walked in on a conversation of theirs. Apparently she goes by Wolf. She's been in the same building as you the entire time, yet you've never seen her at all.


Snake and Otacon have given you the mission plan, operation and their codec numbers to stay in contact with them. Snake = 145.56


Otacon = 124.78


They don't give you Wolf's. Its you're job to go get her. Apparently she just got back from a mission of her own. Just a small one getting information on the new metal gear. Its name Polar.
John was listening to everything Snake and Otacon were saying, but he couldn't believe it. They had spent that whole time hiding the fact that he was working with somebody else. So much bullshit. They had the right tool, they didn't anyone else to get on his way, he would deal with all that stuff. It was HIS mission, he was very well capable of doing it solo. But he had to follow orders, and the orders were only about solving that issue once and for all. Destroying the new Metal Gear. John thought about who was running the boat now, but he figured it would be something that he had to work on later. He rose from the chair where he was sitting in silence, leaving the room and letting Otacon and Snake behind. He wouldn't need anymore info about them. Walking around the place, he started to look for the agent that would be his team mate.
 
Allison was locked away in her actually rather empty room of the facility. A cigar was in her mouth as she sat at her desk. She was writing. She enjoyed to write...and read. Poetry, stories, weapon manuals. Anything that could help her. She actually got a few really good survival tips from a fictional story. She took a long drag off the cigar. Smoking has been a bad habit of her, but she enjoyed it. And generally one cigar lasts her a long tome.


Without pain...we cannot love
 
Looking around, John finally found his partner. She looked okay, but didn't looked particularly strong to him. He thought it was odd that she was writing. Shouldn't her be applying her time on the mission instead of other stuff? He dragged those thoughts away from his mind, he was trying to be nice to people and that wasn't a good start. She was smoking a cigar. Cool. That certainly was a point to add in her favour. John walked behind and touched her shoulder. "I presume you are the Wolf".





(Sorry for the hold up, was replying to tons of RPS!)
 
Allison could tell someone was there. She's always had this...seven sense to her. As soon as his hand touched her shoulder she already had a hold of it, and looked as if in any second she could flip his ass over and onto the ground. Allison always lived by the code 'Dynamite comes in small packages'


It always helped her get over the fact that she was a lot shorter than most. She found it was helpful though. She could duck behind smaller things quicker. Being small, has given her advantages in battle at times to.


Looking into his deep, dark green eyes, and hearing him call her name relaxed her, and she let go her tight grip on his hand. "Yeah. That's me...you must be that operative they were keeping a secret.." She spoke. Her voice was softy, but stern in a sense. She didn't look, or sound like anyone that should be in war, or surrounded by it.


(Its cool. I do that quite often, i was sleeping so...lol)


Without pain...we cannot love
 
John tried to shoot at smile at her, and the corners of his mouth slightly rose, in what was a clear forced smile. He hoped she wouldn't notice. She was his partner, he had to act "nice". At least she was pretty, and had a firm grip, maybe a compensation for her size, but a good compensation indeed. That would make her less visible on the battlefield, thus being a hude advantage to anyone who would hire her. She looked like she was going to be a good partner.


While she let go of his hand he looked at her face. He was trying to make sense of her nickname but returned to pay attention to what she was saying. "I don't get why they were keeping us a secret from each other, but yeah it must be me. You can call me The Dove". Her voice made him remember his long lost home. It had something soothing about it.
 
"Well...The Dove. Its just Wolf to me. I don't have any prefix. They annoy me." Allison noticed his forced smile. It wasn't hard for her to read faces. "Oh. And please. Cut the trying to be nice act. If you couldn't tell. I'm not to happy about your existence either" she sighed softly, her thick, natural accent suited her.


She had a reason for her codename. It basically described her. Wolves are aggressive, defensive, and proud creatures. Much like herself. But it wasn't the animal she was named after. She found it suited her was all. Rolled of her tongue like it was supposed to be hers.


Without pain...we cannot love
 
The smile vanished from the face of John. He knew anyone could see right through that smile. Right away, he knew they were probably going to have some tough times together, because in a way she looked just like him. She seemed to be just as proud and cocky as himself. John sighed, thinking that this mission was going to be long. "I'm not the one who made the name 'The Dove' for me. It's a stupid nickname, that they gave me because I'm good under a parachute, no hidden message, that's pretty much it".
 
"Never asked, but what ever. Good to know the name wasn't some stupid prank that you got stuck with.." Allison spoke. She was arming up. Her belt has two empty holsters. One on her left hip, one on her right.


She placed her SAA on the left, and her tranq gun on the right. Then grabbing a knife holster off her desk where she was writing. She wrapped the straps around her right thigh. Bent over some a she buckles the straps together.


Without pain...we cannot love
 
John already had all of his weapons with him. On his leg holster there was his Silenced Desert Eagle, and on his back there was his silenced Mp5 and his Dragunov, both placed together forming a big X figure behind him. "I didn't asked if you had a prefix, but you said it anyway, so...". He looked around the place, waiting for her to finish her stuff. She was taking a tranq gun and that looked weird to him. He didn't mind, but he thought they were only taking lethal weapons at the start, especially with all the silenced weapons that Snake and Otacon had to offer. "Why the tranquilizer gun?".
 
"I kill when necessary. I'm not a fan of killing innocent people. And if your shot. We can break open one of the darts, numbs the pain." Allison didn't like to explain her reasoning for bringing a weapon.


Without pain...we cannot love
 
"Innocent? Soldiers go to war knowing they can die. I didn't thought there would be innocents there". He unlocked his Desert Eagle and got back to the entrance of the room. He was ready to go, but maybe she had some other things to catch. And then he remembered, he forgot to brink his camo ink. "Dammit, do you have any cammo ink with yourself? I lost mine".
 
"Okay. Look. I don't like to kill. I like my line of work, but I do not like to kill." Allison growled, rather pissed off at him now. She knew no one there was innocent, but some had families, lovers, friends. She didn't like ripping people from their world. She slipped her cameo ink into one of her pockets without him noticing. She ignored his question, and shoved past him out of her room. She had full clips, and as much ammo she could carry with her


Without pain...we cannot love
 
John followed her. She looked upset. It was odd to him to find someone in that kind of work that wasn't fond of killing. Sure, he didn't liked taking someone out of the world, but it didn't bothered him either. It was always like he was sweeping dust out of the world, and he simply didn't cared for their lives. What she said made him think more about all the lives that he had ruined with all the people that he killed. That woman was surely getting under his skin, and he wasn't liking this. "So, are they taking us out of here in some sort of fancy helicopter? They didn't told me much".
 
"Somewhat" Allison answered bluntly. She couldn't wrap her head around this guy. How can he care so little about other peoples lives...I guess it comes with this business..but still. she growled at her thought and continued walking. "As a matter of fact no. I had Otacon set us up with a plane...going for a more recon sort of entrance. The car to the airport is right outside." Allison flicked some of the ashes off her cigar that she was still smoking this hole tine


Without pain...we cannot love
 
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"I'll assume we aren't going undercover then. What a pity. I like going undercover". John blew away the smoke coming from the cigar of the Wolf in front of him. He sped up his pace a little bit, going towards the door to outside. There it was, the car to the mission. He wondered if thet would just jump in the woods and wait for the best. "Also, no parachutes? 'Cause if we do jump in the near forest area, I'm glad we have your knife and the tranquilizer gun. We might have to hunt, and domesticable animals are always a thing".
 
Allison smirks. "See. I'm not such an idiot now for carrying what I do." Thinking about what he said before. "You're not the only one...I don't know really" she paused, taking a drag and stepping out the door, blowing the smoke away from the both of them. She licked her fingers, putting out the cigar and placing it in a small case with about four other unsmoked cigars. Putting the small metal cigar case in her left breast pocket. "All I know is that we're going out on a plane and there should be a level two key card waiting for us at the airport."


Without pain...we cannot love
 
John opened the door of the car and sat inside, leaving the door open for Allison to come in as well. He was thinking a driver was taking them to the airport, but he didn't stopped to look at the front seat, he was just waiting for Allison to join him inside the vehicle. "How did you got in this business anyway? You don't look like the sort of people who just show up in these kinds of things. Although, I've had met many others didn't looked like it aswell".
 
Allison stepped inside, taking a seat next to John in the back seat. "Long story short, i wasn't cut out for the stay at home wife job" she spoke calmly, Allison wasn't about to warm up to him in the 'we're now friends' level. In her mind they're just associates, stuck on a job together.


Without pain...we cannot love
 
"Right". John looked to the driver and tapped his shoulder. The car started his way towards the airport. Looking outside he saw the whole way they were taking while saying goodbye to the urban landscape since they were probably going to be thrown inside the jungle or some shit like that. For once, he wanted to do the mission on a beach, a place where he would actually enjoy himself. He looked at the Wolf, wondering of sort of surprises she would keep for the assignment and then to the driver. It looked like the airport was close. "So long, city".
 
It didn't take but 15 minutes for them to reach the airport. Allison had been looking out the window the whole way. She had plenty of things up her sleeves she could use. Literally. She had a hidden blade up her left sleeve. She hardly brought it, but found it fun to use. Generally she wore it when going to a jungle like area finding it quick and easy to use. And generally unexpected.


The car finally stopped. Allison immediately got out and headed for the plane. Not wanting to waste time.


(I'm sorry. I've been so busy today)


Without pain...we cannot love
 
In about ten or fifteen minutes they got in the airport. John almost slept in this few minutes they were inside the car. He didn't had some sleep in a few days, so it was natural for him to be tired. At least if he earned bigtime, he could never have to do a mission again. But the idea of another jungle was really tiresome for him. When they reached the airport, he noticed that the woman got out really fast. She looked like she was in a hurry, he was never in such a rush unless the mission demanded him to. Before going towards the plane, he turned to the driver. "Okay bud, see ya on the other side". He walked towards the airplane.


((Yeah sorry too, I've been sick))
 
Allison figured she'd tell him the worst of the news on the plane. Feeling he at least deserved that much. She wanted to get this thing dealt with. 'I mean really...nuclear bombs that could destroy India with one...its insane..!!' she thought as after climbed the stairs into the plane.


Awwwww....feel better soon))


Without pain...we cannot love
 
John walked inside the plane. A private plane, not a thing he was seeing everyday. The Wolf looked a little weird now, as if she was more down than before. John thought maybe it was better not to ask what it was. He would always rather keep a professional relation than to get deep with someone.


((Really sorry again :/ But I'm getting better now :) ))
 

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