RPG Metal Gear: Children of War

[Yoda]

Night fell upon JFK airport. The cool crisp air bit through steel and flesh. The civilians in the airpost, employees and customers alike, were unaware of the items of destruction that lay in a Russian Carrier Jet, on docking bay 6. It was a clear night, the stars attacked the Earth like a blinding cluster in the eternity that lay above.

The Russian's... supposedly KGB alone, went about their business or re-fuelling the plane, and stocking it with huge packages. They wouldn't let any of the Airport's maintenence crew or Foremen near the plane. Whatever was in there, they didn't want anyone to get their hands on, at any costs. They had guys in Russian marine unform, with assigned rifles, guarding every entrance.

From the roof of the departure lounge, a man stood in a JFK maintenece regulation poncho. He stood at the edge of the roof, with his scope pressed against his eyes, looking out towards the plane. This man was a member of Foxhound. He knew that atleast five other foxhound members were also there, positioned at several points around the plane.

The man lowered his scope, his long white hair blowing in the breeze. Suddenly there was a slight ring in his ear. Someone was trying to conact him by codec. It's frequency was 140.85. Craig pressed his fingers to his ear, and knelt down.

~Engage Message~

Colonel: Raptor, do you read?

Craig: Loud and clear.......

Colonel: It's show time Craig. There are a hell of a lot of people trying to get on this plane right now. Make sure your not spotted.

Craig: What about the others?

Colonel: Don't worry about them....... if they don't get on, then that's just bad luck. Right now, it's every man for himself. We have to get atleast one of you on this plane.

Craig: Okay then.......

~Message Ended~

Craig waited for a few seconds. Then he threw the poncho from over his head, and leaped over the side of the departure lounge. Luckily, the departure lounge was fairly short, and Craig landed silently, only hurting his ankle slightly. Craig pressed up against a stack of boxes nearby, and peeked around the corner. There were several crates, most of whice were all dislodged slightly. Smoothly and slowly, Craig pulled his M9 out from the holster on his left leg. He leht it up parralel to his head with both hands, and slowly crept forward.

Craig peered around the corner. There were two guards nearby. One was patrolling the boxes, one was standing gurad firmly, infront of the biggest box. This crate was about 4 times the size of the guy guarding it in length, but it was only about 5 feet high. The rest of the boxes were much smaller, about 6-6.5 feet in length. Craig ran forward silently, still crouching, and took sover behind ahuge gas cannister. The patrolling guard soon passed him by. Craig knew this was his chance. The six men who were carrying all the crates to the plane, were just starting their journey back to the cargo.

Craig creeped forward, and knelt down behind a crate, peering over it slightly. Luckily, the guard who was patrolling had temporarily stopped to talk to the sentry guarding the largest crate. Craig silently slid the cover of the crate over, and inside was a warhead. Craig put his M9 back in it's holster.

Craig: *Thinking* Crap........ this is getting serious.

Craig, still keeping low, slipped inside the crate, and slid the cover back to the place it was, give or take an inch. He pulled himself underneath the warhead, which was suspended in the air by a huge alloy stand. He slid to the other side of the crate, where a large woolen sheet lay. Craig pulled this over him, and contacted the Colonel.

~Engage Message~

Craig:*Whispering* Colonel, I'm hidden inside a crate with a huge warhead.

Colonel: A warhead? They're planning something big.

Craig: I'll say. There are maybe ten more of these, and a large one which has an extra sentry guarding it.

Colonel: Hmm....... this is most peculiar.

Craig: What are my orders?

Colonel: Find out what's in that lerger crate, and make it safely to that planes destination. I'll give you your knew objectives there, depending on if this is the right one or not.

Craig: What do you mean the right one?

Colonel: I'll explain later. Keep quiet now, and make sure your not spotted. No-one else, not even other Foxhound members, knows of your presence.

~Message ended~

Craig took a deep breath, then rested his head back, and waited.

[Dragonballzman]

[I]Bleep bleep, bleep bleep[/I]

Suzuku: [SIZE=1]Yeah?[/SIZE]

Colonel: The plane will take off soon. You'd better get on.

Suzuku: [SIZE=1]...[/SIZE]

[I]Bleep[/I]

[I]Suzuku looked around and saw a small area which was taking luggage onto the ship. Along all the other small boxes was a giant one, exactly the right size for Suzuku to fit in...

He lightly ran towards the cargo and while one of the guards had his back turned, Suzuku lept onto the conveyor belt, while shooting a tranqulizer dart at the guard to make sure he didn't see anything, but that was a mistake...[/I]

Guards Radio: [i][B]Bob...? Bob? Are you sleeping on the job again!? BOB!!!!!????? ...All other guards, check out Sector 6 IMMEDIATELY!!![/I][/B]

Suzuku: [I]Sh*t![/I]

[I]Suzuku jumped over some small boxes, getting closer and closer to the large one, when suddenly, the conveyor belts stopped moving![/I]

Voice: Sir, Bob's got a tranqulizer in his ***. Literally! We've stopped the belts and we're gonna perform an infa-red scan of the cargo bay.

Suzuku: [I]Sh*t sh*sh*t.[/I]

[I]The giant area went dark, then suddenly a redish colour...[/I]

Voice: Hey! There's someone in there!!! Everybody find him and kill him!

About 5 voices: SIR YES SIR!!!

[I]All of them ran in...To find nothing.[/I]

Guard01: W-Where'd he go? URPH!!! :eek:

Guard02: Mike! What the hell is going o-URK! :eek:

Guard03: FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!!!

Guard04: AHHHHHH!!! PLEASE NOOOOO! DON'T KILL ME!

[I]Guard03 sighed and turned round to inform what "fire at will" meant, but saw Will aka Guard04's body on the floor, with an elbow mark in his face...[/I]

Guard04: ...Whoa...

Guard05: I get it! IT'S STEALTH! Just fire madly!

[I]Both of them pressed their backs against each others and started firing until they heard their radios![/I]

Radios: [I][B]You idiots! What are you doing!?[/I][/B]

Guard05: Boss, there's someone in here!

Radios: [I][B]All of the other people are complaining about the gun noises! Now get your asss back here or you're both FIRED!!![/I][/B]

Guard04: B-But Boss-

Radios: [I][B]No buts!!![/I][/B]

[I]Both of the guards grabbed onto 01, 02 and 03 and dragged them out...[/I]

Suzuku: Stealth mode OFF.

[I]The coast was clear. Suzuku got back to his old plan and caught up with the box before the conveyor belts started moving again, and after a while, he could hear sounds of people lifting the box onto the plane...[/I]

[I]Bleep bleep-[/I]

Suzuku: [SIZE=1]Shut up![/SIZE]

Voice outside the box: What was that?

Other voice: I dunno. Wanna check inside?

Voice: Ok!

[I]Both of them opened the box, to be knocked out immediately by Suzukus fists! He then climbed out and had a look around. No one was watching, so he climbed into the cargo bit of the plane, where unknown to him, Craig was hiding...[/I]

[I]Bleep bleep[/I]

Colonel: Suzuku, why didn't you answer me before?!

Suzuku: [SIZE=1]I was in a bad situation. I'm now on the plane, waiting for it to take off.[/SIZE]

Colonel: Ok. Your real mission starts now. Your real name is no longer to be used. We can't let anyone find out who you are. Your new codename is DEATH.

Suzuku: [SIZE=1]Right.[/SIZE]

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Whoa, this is a big post! :eek:

[Chaos]

[i]Drake slowly slipped forward, the darkness of night consuming him, wrapping him tightly in it's tireless grip. He passed a motionless guard, not making a sound..but something wasn't right. Everything was too quiet..

With pounding footsteps, KGB agents roared ahead, into a cargo bay. Not even suspecting that someone was lurking in the shadows like a black cat on Halloween. Not suspecting that one of the most dangerious man on the planet was less than three feet away. Not suspecting their rapidly-approaching demise..

Blank slipped forward again, passing another at-attention guard. This time, he clamped his right hand on the guard's mouth like an iron plate, pulling him back.

With a snap, the guard was as limp as a doll. His neck spanned with the greatest of ease. Blank slowly drug him back into the dark abyss, stuffing his body in a drain pipe. He slowly made his way into the crate he was guarding, taking in the sights of this strange, metalic beam...[/i]

[Ryan]

[size=1][b]

[i]
Zarith Deathstrike stared down from the roof of the south section of the JFK Airport. Russian men walked to and fro from the plane to an area covered in darkness. Zarith climbed down a hidden ladder and hide behind a departure gate that was currently out of service. Trying his hardest Zarith studied the scene. A shadowed corner, hidding crates, filled with? That was the question.[/i]

Zarith: I need to find out what is in those crates. But I can't yet, to many people around. I have to wait for someone to come by, ill them, dress up as them, then take a look. Hopefully it will be as easy as said.

[i]Zarith stayed there, in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.[/i][/size][/b]

[RicoTranzrig]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]Kaon stood in the center of the JFK command center, watching through the plated glass, the gunfight going on in 6th docking bay...[/i]

Commander: Kaon, sir...are you sure you don't want us to get security?

Kaon: No...don't interfere, let it play out...

Commander: Why? People are getting hurt! *reaches for the phone*

[i]Kaon put down his digital camera and turned to the commander.[/i]

Kaon: You have distinct orders to follow my orders, do you understand? I have this taken care of.

Commander: So what, all you're going to do is watch?

Kaon: Yes...for now...

[i]He walked out of the command center and went into the elevator, going to the ground floor. He pocketed his tiny camera and activated his cloaking device...the doors opened and he stepped out, careful not to bump into anyone. As he neared the plane, his codec stimulated the bones of his ears.[/i]

*Blip*

Colonel: Kaon...you in?

Kaon: The operation is underway...Foxhound's sucessfully found the plane carrying what seems to be parts for the new Metal gear they 'liberated' from us.

Colonel: I'll keep in touch and out of sight...we want recon of everything that goes on in this mission, do you understand?

Kaon: Who's 'we'?

Colonel: Don't give me that psycho babble...just get your job done, and do it right! Colonel out!

*blip*

[i]Kaon walked toward the hangar as the sounds of gunfire and screaming became more apparent. He took out his digital camera and began filiming again...but, as he continued shooting...his mind seemed to trail off on who he was working for. Who was this Coloniel and since when did he come into power without a normal innaguration by the administration? He had plenty of time to contemplate on that idea afterwards, when he was safe at home base...he walked forward, still holding the camera up to his eye, catching each and every second of the mission with high quality...[/i]

[/COLOR]

[Flash]

[I]Hiding from the bright floodlights around the helipad, a dark figure stands solitary, cast against a sky of dark clouds, yet with a mysterious red hue to them... The figure zooms in on the group of men near a Chinook helicopter on the helipad... A few of them are soldiers, but 3 of them appear to be officers... He zooms in further, and captures the images of their faces with a built in digital camera... Luckily, he manages to get all three of them, all very clear. Running over the images several times, he begins to recall their names... And more importantly who they are... He speaks to himself, in a cold, metallic tone...[/I]

?????: Commander Grishkovich Voleslav, from Chernigov... A Russian Marine commander.. Military Advisor Azov Stepanovich from Dubrovitsa... And... What? Golotichesk?! No, that can't be, you died.. I killed you in Ukraine... This is strange indeed. A Marine commander, a Military advisor, and a dead man...

[I]The figure walks to the very edge of the tower he is standing on, and leaps off, in a full swan dive, his stealth activating halfway down... The figure is gone, without a trace... a single drop of rain begins to fall from the night sky, and the winds slowly pick up... A storm is brewing...[/I]

[Ryan]

[size=1]

[i]
Zarith Deathstrike stood in the shadows, still awaiting for thr right moment...and it came.[/i]

Zarith: Here it comes..

[i]

A russian walked past the corner, possibly going to get some others to tell them the plane was fixing to take off.[/i]

Zarith: Hehe.

[i]
Zarith tackled him down to the ground, covered his mouth and glared.[/i]

Zarith: So, this is what it feels like to kill a Russian. Nothing special.

[i]Zarith took out his knife and quietly stabbed the man to death. Zarith took his clothes and in a hurry changed and walked toward the planet whenever he got a beep.[/i]

CHief: Zarith, did you do it?

Zarith: Yes.

Chief: Well all I know is that 2 people are in 2 of those crates. When the plane gets in the air go to the cargo deck and find them. I will tell them that you are disguised.

Zarith: So, what are we suppose to do now? Hijacke the plane? Kill everyone except our men on board?

[i]And at that moment Zarith's ear was filled with static.[/i]

Zarith: Goddammit! I lost him! I will just have to ask the others when on board.

[i]Zarith passes the security guard and got on board.[/i][/size]

[RicoTranzrig]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]As Kaon neared even further towards the battle site...he put away his camera and looked around for a good position to hide. He crouched behind some boxes and looked for anything new or unusual. Bullets kept flying by, causing a ringing sound in his ears. But he could still manage to filter out the sound of the turbines of a plane starting...He noticed that the opposing militant group were retreating inside the plane and several cloaked Foxhound group members were stowed away inside, carefully plotting to take control of the ship and any items within. Kaon stood up and made a run for it, fully cloaked. He stepped into the plane just before the doors closed and the final check was complete. He looked around the small hallways to hide in. The bathroom compartment seemed reasonable for now, enabling him to lock it at his will and stay there until the plane became stable after taking off into the air...[/i][/COLOR]

[TheVenomFactor]

Damien Tak was standing inside the airports lobby posing as a civilian. He heard gunfire. Damien was just about to go into battle weilding only a knife but his codec stoped him
Colonel: Venom, are you there
Damien: Yeah
Colonel: Don't worry about the gunfire use it as distraction to get inside the plane
Damien: No way I am not gonna let anyone out there get hurt
Colonel: I don't think you understand that is an order
Damien: Well screw your order I'm going in.
Damien breaks his codec into several peaces and begins toward the plane....

[Sephiroth]

[snake stood silent in the cargo area, they only had a few boxes to put onto the plane before take off, if he was going to get onto the plane, he must act now, but there was a guard standing at the front, he would not be able to make him move until that guard was taken care of, he carefully crept behind the guard and put him in a choke hold, before snapping his neck, the guard went silent, and snake pulled him back into the cargo room, he spotted an open locker and put the guards lifeless body inside, and then closed it, he quickly went and opened one of the boxes and got inside, and closed it back up again, he looked to see that he was crouching right next to a warhead, he contacted the colonol using his codec]

snake: this is snake, I have made it inside one of the boxes, there is a warhead in here with me

colonol: yes, I know, one of the other FOXHOUND members have already contacted me with the same findings

snake: this box should be placed inside the plane shortly, your orders?

colonol: stay in there until the plane lands at its destination

snake: very well, my frequency is 141.88, this is snake, over and out

[and with that the transmission ended, snake heard a few guards enter the room]

guard1: ok, just these last boxes to put onto the plane, wheres that damn guard gone?

guard2: maybe he went to take a leak?

guard: dammit, he knows he shouldn't leave his post, continue with the final preperations before take off

to be continued....

[Ryan]

[b]

[i]Zarith stood up and walked to the back of the plane, and into the restroom. Zarith kept as quiet as possible and listened to his CODEC and to the Colonol.[/i]

Colonol: Zarith are you there?

Zarith: Talk to me by my code name so no one will find out.

Colonol: Fine, Gold Eagle did you get on board alright? No one suspects you?

Zarith: Yep. They just think I am another Russian.

Colonol: There are two of your FOXHOUND partners in 2 of the crates that are fixing to be carried in. I have told them of your position and presence so they will not harm you. I have told them to wait until the plane reaches its destination.

Zarith: But boss, where is that? Somewhere in Russia?

Colonol: I am not positive, but I am guessing somewhere in Russia. Don't worry I have already sent men there where the plane is suppose to land.

Zarith: If we are suppose to wait until the plane lands, why the hell did we get on this plane in the first place?

Colonol: To find and check out their warheads. We have to know what we are up against.

Zarith: These can't be all of the warheads, there must be more in Russia.

Colonol: True, and I have thought about that. We have gotten a reading that they may be allied with other countries. I am not going to let that information out until we are sure of it. We don't want to lead are men a different direction.

Zarith: I know. So am I just suppose to monitor everything they say.

Colonol: You can speak Russian right?

Zarith: Yes, and I can tell what they say. But for some reason I have a feeling that our plans aren't going to work out.

Colonol: And why is that?

Zarith: I have a feeling that they won't land in Russia.

Colonol: Why wouldn't they land in Russia?

Zarith: If what you said about them being allied with other countries is true, then there is also those possibilities that they would land somewhere else, like a country that is allied with them.

Colonol: You will be fine. DOn't worry.

[i]And then without warning, the plane started to move..[/i][/b]

[TheVenomFactor]

Damien stood whatching the plane. The gunfire had stoped but the plane began to move. Damien was desperatly running towards the plane. He was to late the plane was beginning to take off. Thinking quickly he ran back into the airport. He got to an airplane that was boarding. Damien boarded the plane and crossed into the cockpit. He then pulled his knife on the pilot.
I would suggest you and all the people get the hell off this plane right now. He was not to familliar with the planes controls but decided to try it anyway. He took the plane stright down the runway following the russian plane....

[Ryan]

[b]

Zarith: Colonol..Colonol...

[i]Zarith was still stuck in the restroom, desperatly trying to reach Colonol through his CODEC.[/i]

Zarith: Colonol!

Colonol: I can barely hear you Gold Eagle but talk to me.

Zarith: How many people did you say were on the plane again?

Colonol: I don't know how many FOXHOUND members are on but for sure I know there are 3 including you. But don't worry, if there is still some people outside they will surely somehow get on.

Zarith: Sorry to say Colonol, but the plane just took off. I am stuck in the bathroom and even worse is that the door won't budge.

Colonol: Oh crap, just what we need Zarith! I mean Gold Eagle...

Zarith: Where was I suppose to go? Stay in front of everyone and when they asked who I was talking to I would just say, "My FOXHOUND Colonol." Yeah, they wouldn't give a damn now would they!

Colonol: Shut up now! They will hear you.

Zarith: If they haven't already...

Colonol: Now, I will tell the other members that you are stuck in the restroom. Whenever we land they will get out and when everyone is off board they will somehow get you out. Got it?

Zarith: Fine...

[i]Zarith sat there, on the pot waiting until the plane would land, and his fellow FOXHOUND members would come to the rescue.[/i][/b]

[James]

[size=1]Uh, sorry to interrupt...but is it too late to join this RPG?:)[/size]

[Ryan]

[b]

Fine with me but who cares what the hell I think.

Ask SS Trunks.[/b]

[James]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by \¤~NoodleZ~¤/ [/i]
[B][b]

Fine with me but who cares what the hell I think.

Ask SS Trunks.[/b] [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1]Well, apparently SS Trunks won't be back 'till Monday.

Soo...I will join up anyway and pray that it's alright lol. Anyway...let's not interrupt the RPG any further...please continue. :)[/size]

[Chaos]

Of course you can join James! The more the merrier! But first, you must blow up two nations, a boat, and give me a puppy named Simon! :D

But no, seriously, you can join. Craig even said in the sign-ups that if you still want to join, the sign-ups..were.......open....O.o;;;;

[Ryan]

[b]

OOC: Fine..
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[i]
Zarith sits there, on the toilet, waiting for the Russian plane to land so he can be rescued.[/i]

Zarith: What did I ever do to deserve this?

[i]Zarith trying to get the Colonol on his CODEC.[/i]

Zarith: Colonol!

Colonol: Yes Gold Eagle. Have you landed yet?

Zarith: No, but I have worse news.

Colonol: What is this worse news?

Zarith: I got the door to open up.

Colonol: That is great news.

Zarith: No it isn't. What do you think the reactions of the Russians will be when I just walk out. The plane has been in flight for about 1 hour now.

Colonol: I see what you mean. Just stay in there and then the guys will come and think that they are rescuing you.

Zarith: No. You have no clue how small this bathroom is. You wouldn't be saying that if you knew.

Colonol: If you don't want me advice then figure it out on yourself.

Zarith: No no no!

Colonol: The safest way and the way that the Russians won't suspect anything is if you stay in there. I know it is small and boring but that is the only way.

Zarith: Fine, do you know what the approximate time until they land will be?

Colonol: I have no clue. Just guessing, around 2 or 3 hours.

Zarith: How can that be? If we are going to Russia it wouldn't be that fast would it?

[i]Then the CODEC busted and was destroyed. Then the restroom door flew open, and there stood 3 Russian guards, glaring at Zarith.[/i][/b]

[James]

[i]A black helicopter touched down in JFK airport at approximately 12am.

There was nothing unusual about it, except for a marking on the side which resembled a white raven.

The door opened and a figure stepped out. He was fairly short and balding, but he was great at what he did.

[font=courier][color=green][b]Begin Transmission: 101.20[/i]

???: You there?

Drake: Yeah, boss.

???: Good. Do you have the tracking devices?

Drake: Er...yes, I think so.

???: You [i]think[/i] so?

Drake: Yeah, I got 'em.

???: Good. I want you to find out where that KGB shipment is headed. I want in.

Drake: Okay boss...but err, what if I get spotted by an agent or something?

???: You'll just have to run for it.

Drake: But what if I get shot?!

???: Hahah, don't bother me. You are expendable and you know it.

Drake: What if I refuse to do this? This is bullshit!

???: You refuse, and I will personally make sure that your young daughter's face isn't quite so pretty by the time you make it home...

Drake: Ugh...alright...alright, I'll do it. Just don't hurt her.

???: You better do it, or else.

Drake: Alright, okay.

???: Don't screw up!

Drake: I won't.

[i]Transmission Ended.[/i][/color][/font][/b]

[Flash]

[I]The dark figure looks around a corner, his stealth suit turned off... He sees a man speaking into a Codec, standing next to a Black Helicopter, the image of a white bird on the side of it... From what he can see, the man isn't affiliated with any organisation he knows of... His stealth suit flicks to life, and silently, he approaches the man, studying him closely... He can see no sign of aggression so far, so flips up, landing on a roof near the helipad... He turns his stealth suit off, and continues walking, in the rain.. [/I]

?????: Russian Commanders... KGB... And even FOXHOUND... This is big... Very big indeed. But I have a mission to complete...

[Gavin]

[color=teal][i]Apoc sat on a crate his stealth suit active as he waited for the next kbg guy to way his way. Suddenly he heard a sound coming from behind him and he turned around to see nothing[/i]

Apoc: Hmmmm.......

[i]Apoc turns on the termal detector in his goggles and looks around saying "ha ***** if your cloaked this baby will find ya". He spots someone looking dead at him even though he has no detector and Apoc pulls out his desert eagle fires two shots and drpos the bastard onto the ground. Apoc walks over to examine him and feels a gun barrel point into his back[/i]

Russian: Good evening capatilist pig ahaha

[i]Apoc sweeps the guys leg, drops him and brakes his neck he gets up and says "shoulda pulled the trigger you stupid commie bastard[/i][/color]

[Dragonballzman]

Suzuku: [I]Wheres that Zarith guy meant to be? Oh well, doesn't matter that much...[/I]

[Chaos]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i]
[B][i]A black helicopter touched down in JFK airport at approximately 12am.

There was nothing unusual about it, except for a marking on the side which resembled a white raven.

The door opened and a figure stepped out. He was fairly short and balding, but he was great at what he did.

[font=courier][color=green][b]Begin Transmission: 101.20[/i]

???: You there?

Drake: Yeah, boss.

???: Good. Do you have the tracking devices?

Drake: Er...yes, I think so.

???: You [i]think[/i] so?

Drake: Yeah, I got 'em.

???: Good. I want you to find out where that KGB shipment is headed. I want in.

Drake: Okay boss...but err, what if I get spotted by an agent or something?

???: You'll just have to run for it.

Drake: But what if I get shot?!

???: Hahah, don't bother me. You are expendable and you know it.

Drake: What if I refuse to do this? This is bullshit!

???: You refuse, and I will personally make sure that your young daughter's face isn't quite so pretty by the time you make it home...

Drake: Ugh...alright...alright, I'll do it. Just don't hurt her.

???: You better do it, or else.

Drake: Alright, okay.

???: Don't screw up!

Drake: I won't.

[i]Transmission Ended.[/i][/color][/font][/b] [/B][/QUOTE]

Uh, James? Are you talking about me? If so, it's Blank.. And I'm in a container with a warhead..^^

[Yoda]

[I]Okay, just one small detail Noodles. No FOXHOUND members are informed of Craig's presence at all. He is being kept in the dark for a reason which shall be discovered later.

And James, your more than welcome to join. You know that.
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Craig sat motionlessely in his crate, when suddenly he hears a bleeping sound in his ear.

~Engage message~

Colonel: Well done Raptor. You got on, and not a single other agent, of any organisation has seen you as far as I know.

Craig: That's spiffy colonel, but how about now you tell me what the hell is going on.

Colonel: Come again?

Craig: Well, apparently I'm the only Foxhound member that wasn't issued with stealth camo. Also, there are numerous other organisations on this plane. I'd say only about half of them are Russian military.

Colonel: Raptor you must remember that your one of very few foxhound members with actual field experience. The rest of them are VR training dummies.

Craig: That's a pretty crappy excuse colonel. It doesn't matter though, I wasn't planning on using it much even if I did have it. I prefer using skill than taking the cheap way out.

Colonel: Yes well, is your radar active?

Craig: No, this new model is working for some reason....

Colonel: Ah, that's because your required to log into a 'node' whenever you get into a new area. They are standard Russian military computers, and should be all over the place, that's why we designed the radar's for this. Go stretch your legs and find the 'node'. It should be around there somewhere. If your hunch is correct, then security should be quite light. But for God sakes don't let anyone see you. You are to be kept strictly out of sight. That is your upmost priority.

~Message ended~

Craig took a deep breath, then slowly edged under the warhead, trying his best to keep silent. He then leant forward, and slid the top of his crate slowly to the side. He gently peaked his head out. No-one was in sight. He swiftly but silently leapt out of his crate, then keeling by it's side, watching his surroundings, he slid the crate shut again.

Keeping low, Craig proceeded Northwards along the plane, and pressed up against a long stack of boxes, extending nearly to the roof, and almost the width of the plane.
Craig slowly manouvered to the end of the row of boxes, where the gap was, in which someone could easily walk through.
Craig peered around the corner. There was a single guard in this room. He was using the phone connecting directly to the cockpit. To Craig's surprise, he wasn't speaking in Common Russian.

Craig: [SIZE=1]What the hell.......... that's Bulgarian.....[/SIZE]

Craig spotted the node in the North East corner of the room. The guards position was on the West of the room, but more towards the top end of the room. Fortunately, Craig spoke some Bulgarian.

(This is what Craig could understand, in the common toungue, everything with a gap between it is something that Craig couldn't understand:)

Guard: All on schedule... ... is fine... ... is not.. because we are too heavy. The warheads were heavier than we thought it seems... ... Rayhaden... ... over and out.

Craig: [SIZE=1]Rayhaden??? Does he mean the Metal Gear they stole??[/SIZE]

The guard then procceded down to the South West end of the room. The gap Craig was peering around was in the South East corner of the room. Craig ducked back behind the crates as the guard procceded past him, now walking up towards the node. Craig slowly drew his M9, and swerved around the corner, shoting a dart into the guards neck as he did so. The guard fell down immediately, knocked out by the powerful tranquiliser.

Craig jolted forward, and knelt down by the guards limp body. Craig took the dogtags from around his neck, and stored it in a small compartment on his leg. Then he dragged his body amist the boxes so the guard's body wouldn't be seen if another guard came by. Craig then ran upto the node, and logged in. Suddenly the radar on his wrist activated. He could see everything and everyone's presence in the room. He was the only one in the room, which luckily meant that no-one with stealth camo had seen him.

Craig did notice that several people were hidden in boxes like he had done. Craig made his way back to the usual position in his crate, and he contacted the colonel.

~Engage message~

Craig: Colonel....... what about the other's radars?

Colonel: They are all activated as youra is......

Craig: Yes, but won't they detect my presence on them?

Colonel: No, we designed them not to detect your DNA. Your safe.

Craig: What about people from other organisations........

Colonel: Unfortunately we couldn't do anything about those, but I think your good anough to keep out of their site.

Craig: Okay colonel.........

~Message ended~[/I]

[Ryan]

[b]

Sorry I forgot to add this there was a smaller plane and I went on that one. The Colonol got confused and thought I was on a different one. I am on a plane full of Russians. Hope that helps, I am undercover right now.[/b]