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SoaT Pt.3!!!!!!!!!!
Snake's Journal
Anna University, Chennai; 8:35 p.m. 3/1/2022
Blasted into the campus from our Auto by a Stinger missile from Liquid. Gotta check if we are all safe.
(SO-com Call)
Snake: Hey! Is everyone all right?
Bond: Yeah. Me and Sniper are together and safe. Bone sprained an ankle, but Mantis got off with some scratches. John is surprisingly damageless. Decoy's got the doctor. She passed out from inhaling too much smoke, it seems. What about you?
Snake: I'm fine. Just a little queasy and frisky from riding so fast. A paracetamol might help.
Bond: Good, take it.
Decoy Anaconda was in another place with the Doctor, who was just coming to.
"Wha.. uh...what the?" the doctor murmured.
"Listen, doc. We aren't safe. Here."
"Ow! What was the vaccine for?"
"It's a nanomachine suppressor. It turns off your nanomachines so that no nanomachine scan can detect them."
"Oh."
"Hide in those bushes. The vaccine will give us two hour's worth of time."
The doctor crawled through the bushes and watched Decoy Anaconda apply some black paint on his face to hide in the cover of darkness. Then she watched him disappear in the dark.
(SO-com Call)
Snake: This is Snake. Decoy?
Decoy: Yeah.
Snake: Doc?
Decoy: I've hidden her. Gave her a nanomachine suppressor.
Snake: Good.
Decoy: All right, what now? Shall I call Revolver?
Snake: Yep.
Snake went out into the darkness of the forest, with the trees providing adequate cover...there were shouts of "Get him!" "Where are you?" and also moans of pain. Snake ignored these and moved on, until...
PING!
The bullet ricocheted off two trees before nearly hitting him. It was a close miss! Snake fell down as a decoy to trick his attacker into thinking the shot hit.
Taking out his trusty potato chips and a lighter, he burnt the edge and let it catch fire before throwing it, and watching the surroundings illuminate. But, to his disappointment, he saw only the backside of his assailant.
"A waste of Potato Chips...." he murmured. But at least he saw his opponent without him seeing Snake. He took out his Desert Eagle, and gave a blind shot which hit him.
"Ow!"
"What the heck? Bond?!"
"Snake?"
"Well now what?"
"It's a trap!"
"Duck!!!!"
At that second, ten people stood up with MP5s and started shooting. In what seemed to be like an eon, they raised their heads to see the dead bodies of about 8 people.
"Now that.....that was a close shave....."gasped Revolver.
"Let's move. Some nut would have noticed this."
Meanwhile, Decoy was making some progress. He managed to get near the college dorm.
(SO-com Call)
Bond: Decoy, you there?
Decoy: I'm at the dorms.
Bond: Good. Change of plans. Now that the doc's safe. Your mission is to retrieve that Tritium and make a run for it.
Decoy: Right....
(SO-com Call)
Bond: Change of orders. Move over to the dorm and keep as many as possible away from there.
Sniper: But what about Bone and Mantis?
Bond: John's with them. Now, move it!
Sniper: Okay....But, I'm not so sure.....
Bond: We need you, Wolf!
Sniper: Okay.
Sniper Wolf managed to keep off three people, and reached the dorm entrance. He saw a good vantage point on the roof. He climbed the steps only to see this enemy soldier with a box in his hand.
"Hey! Give that!"
"No, wait! It's me, Decoy!"
"How should I know?"
"Secret password?"
"Oh......so what is it?"
"Banana Fritters!"
"Oh! You are him..."
Sniper's grip on his PSG-1 Sniper Rifle loosened. He then saw someone running towards the dorm.
BANG!
A well placed shot killed the person immediately. Decoy then turned around to the steps.
"I'd better move then."
"Listen. Bond and Mantis need you and John doesn't have guns. You'd best be moving on."
"Right. But if I were you, I'd go looking for Bond, and I'd tell you to recover the doc."
"Well then, do that.."
(SO-com Call)
Decoy: Tritium recovered. Mission success.
Bond: All right. Try to take off the uniform. It's creeping the daylights out of me!
Decoy: Fine.....(With a tint of anger)
Bond: What's the matter, you like it or something?
Decoy: Atleast it's more comfy than my normal uniform...
Bond: That's what you get for asking for low hip pants and tight shirts.
Decoy: Whatever happened to the fashion in it?
Bond: In war, they don't care if you are trendy or not. They just shoot you.
Decoy: Pessimist.....
BANG!
BOOM!
John was in the middle of a battle. It was strange however, how he managed to take 13 shots to his torso and survive....
Mantis tried to deflect as much as possible with his High Frequency Katana while Bone was using an Ingram.
"I'm never gonna fall, buddy!!!" The adrenaline rush from taking so many shots had finally cracked on John. He was now suffering from a combat high, which is a state not as powerful as when someone is under a drug or alcohol. But it does make people extremely careless...
"Hey, slow down! We need to end this!"
BANG!
The next thing the three of them saw was a flash of light, and 11 bodies flying in the air...
"SNAKE!"
"Yeah it's me and my famous 'Potato Chip Bomb'. Now we'd better make a move. And John, you look like a punctured wheel. Let's go to a doctor."
"I am? Well, I don't feel like it..."
"Don't worry, Snake. It's just the combat high."said Mantis.
"Well, speaking of doctors...Where's Doctor Wendy?"
"Er....."
"What?!"
"I have no idea...."
"What the hell?"
Just then, Bond came over. "Where's Decoy? He said he'd meet us..."
"I thought you knew..."
"Well, ditto that! And I can't even contact him. The SO-com transmission is not working."
"Great. Now we can't find Decoy. Sniper's still at the dorm..." said Bone, who was nursing his ankle.
"Let's move!" said John.
"Wait! Now what should we do? Doc or Decoy?"
"I'm going to find Decoy. He's the only one who knows where the Doc is. Man, I hate this looking for him." said Snake.
In his mind, Snake recalled when they were all 9th graders and they went to the City Centre. There, Decoy lost his phone when waiting for his Pizza. He searched everywhere, only to find that in the end, it was under his seat...
"Silly bugger..." he thought.
"Wait a second!" exclaimed Bone.
"WHAT?"
"When a SO-com doesn't work, it's normally due to having ANOTHER radio transmitter nearby, and that interference is more powerful than the SO-com transmission. In other words, it's drowned out."
"So?! You think that we have to search for him near a radar screen or something?" asked Mantis sarcastially.
"That's it!" exclaimed Snake.
"Good job, Mantis. I never knew you were this brilliant..." said Revolver.
"I am? Well...duh! I am!"
"But that was MY idea!" said Bone, but his words fell on deaf ears.
"All right. Now if we have to search for a radar, we have no other place but Tsuchinoko's chopper...Let's go!"
Meanwhile Decoy was with the Doctor.
"We've got 15 minutes for the suppressor to wear off."
"Where are we going to?"
"The entrance. Then, we call everyone and move."
"What's with the enemy uniform?"
"It's comfy."
"Well, well..." they heard a sneering voice in the distance.
"Tsuchinoko..." Decoy muttered under his breath.
"Good job, Commander Sterling. You have recovered a double offer. The advertiser and the product."
"What? You mean Dhoni and Cello pens?"
"If it were not for what you have done, I would have shot you then and there for this dumb joke."
"Stall for time!" hissed the Doctor.
"Well, uh, speaking of time....Look at it! 10:18 already! I'm late."
"Late for what?"
"Night show at the Inox theatre..."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Um...er....I thought of picking this chick up for a date. She likes romantic comedies, so, I thought of taking her for the Shah Rukh starrer...Sweet girls come Tough..."
"What the hell?"
"Yeah...I know...um....er.....it is amazing how they can make that 60 year old guy look like he's just entering college...maybe they should try a face lift for our politicians..."
"You imbecile!"
"That means?"
"You nitwit! Crackpot! Lunatic! Nincompoop! Numbskull!"
"Oh....so THAT'S what it means...."
"I'm gonna cut your tongue and fry it in salt and pepper!"
"Actually, you fry it in oil..."
"Are you Commander Sterling?"
"Wha....wha....wha....what?"
"Bloody runt! Are you Commander Sterling or not?"
"Er........maybe?"
But then, Tsuchinoko pulled off his mask and took one hard look at his face...
"What the...."
"RUN!" shouted Decoy.
Both of them scurried away, gunshots chasing them like wild hounds...Decoy could see the Doctor getting faint...
"Doc?"
"Get....get that away!" With that, she flinged the box into the dense undergrowth.
Decoy pulled her down and made her to revive.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...Just the tritium acting up."
"What? But I don't feel anything. And you didn't until now."
"Must have been due to the nanomachine suppressor..."
"What do you mean?"
"I exhibit hyperactivity and nausea towards it. It upsets my nanomachine setup."
"But then, why are you so focused on using it as an alternate fuel?"
"Can I trust you to keep a secret?"
"Okay..."
"Have you ever felt that there was purpose in your life in joining FOXHOUND?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, the fact is, I have a medical problem. I won't confuse you with the legality, but what it does do, is increase my heart beat rate and speed me up. I was injected with the nanomachine to keep me under control. Otherwise, I'd be hyperactive and I might even die within an hour due to high blood pressure or a heart attack."
"But, what about the suppressor?"
"It luckily cut off only the signals emitted from the nanomachine and nothing else."
"So what does this have to do with purpose in your life?"
"All my life, I have dreamed of helping this world in some way or the other. I did my major in Chemistry. One day, I had accidentally discovered Tritium, which was a complex combination of hydrocarbons and radioactive isotopes. I noticed it, and found the properties. It was highly flammable, and did not corrode anything."
"A dream come true, right?"
"Yes. Then, I revealed my idea, and am now waiting for the Government to test and accept it. On that day, my dream had come true."
"So, then..."
"We all have some talent or the other. We must always use them for the betterment of this world."
"You're right. But now, let's face the facts. I can't contact anyone at the moment...
(SO-com Call)
Decoy: And there's no one in sight...
Bond: Decoy!!!
Decoy: Wait. And I don't have any ammunition.
Bond: DECOY!!!!
Decoy: What man?
Bond: It's me, Bond.
Decoy: What? Now it's like I'm hearing Bond talking to me...
Bond: DECOY ANACONDA!!!!
Decoy: What the....Ohhhhhh.....It's working!!! Yes, Bond?
Bond: Where are you?
Decoy: Nearing the entrance.
Bond: OK. We're over there. Now come on!
Decoy: Right.
Decoy used his black paint which drained off in the sweat, and made his way to the entrance.
"DECOY!"
"Guys! Great to see you!"
"You've recovered both Doctor Wendy and the Tritium! Great work!"
"Yeah! And.....Oh man! I've lost the Tritium!"
"What!"
Now this is an ending with a bang....
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