Metal Gear Solid Jetstream Sam Novels & Stories

"Not really. There was complete pandemonium there. I was asked where I had been and I simply told them I had gone on a special assignment. No one could really disprove my statement, so they took my word for it. "That's good. Is this all of it?" "Every last ounce." "Thanks. You served us well," Amari replied with a smirk on her lips. "That means I'm free, right?" Sam's eyes bulged from his head and he desperately grasped at his neck as blood poured onto the floor from his mouth. At last, he fell down on the floor in a heap, with blood still dripping from his mouth. "Did you really have to do that? Now we're gonna have to get the carpet replaced," Beta James sighed.

The other managed to fly up behind me and just as he attempted to claw at my neck, I turned quickly, dug my fist through his leathery chest, ripped his still-beating heart out, and crushed it in my hand. As I dove down to pick off a few more enemies, a sharp and stabbing pain pierced the lower part of my core. Flying back up, I brought my hands to my body, and nothing, no wetness of blood, no physical wounds present there. My eyes caught on Sam who clutched his lower abdomen, fuck. “Max, I am not sure, but I think Sam is down. He needs help. He is on the south side of the gate and enemies are surrounding him,” I yelled through the mind link to Max as I flew with haste to help Sam.

Ace stood leaning against a dark SUV waiting impatiently for Mj as Moxie and Jay remained off to the side, sparring in the dirt. The double doors to the pack house peaked open long enough for Mj and Sam to slip out and pull the doors closed behind them, “about time assassin, what the hell took you so long?” he asked impatiently and as Sam began to apologize in a small voice Mj stopped her, “Sammie, don’t apologize to Commander crank-ass you did nothing wrong, he is waiting for me,” she said as sweetly as possible and waited for Sam to nod silently before the now meek hunter scurried back into the pack house.

Sam said while giving Jessie a bitter smile. "Ha ha ha," Jessie fake laughed. "Maybe because he is my little brother, Samantha." He said and caught his brother in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "He's fresh meat too Em," Jessie winked at me. "I may be younger but I am stronger." The boy laughed and shoved Jessie. The guy straightened out his leather jacket. "I'm Jett by the way." He introduced. Sam laughed. "How does it feel that younger brother is a heartthrob Jessie."

Shooting Ash a glare of disapproval while he lies on the ground, Sam mutters beneath his breath while briefly lingering on the sidelines before turning his unwelcomed attention towards me. “How did you… that’s impossible. Ezioxus warriors are supposed to be undefeatable, once marked they can’t be stopped… How do you keep doing this shit? Why can’t you just die already, you stupid mutt?” Sam complains in revolt, spitting in my direction as he stares me over in disgust.

says one of Sam's friend which is the guy who pretends as a delivery man. Sam: "I know that she is impossible to steal but anyway pain must pay... You know they give me some pain that they didn't do intentionally but it must be paid back." Sam can't take the reality that Angel won't leave Mike, as for that he plans to do something (engine starts) Mike drives to the mountain where he can take an overview of the old bridge as Mike arrive he then feels the memories looking at the bridge is one of his favorite pass time (phone rings).

Sam was starting to shake worse. Mer walked up behind him though, putting a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “Go take a fucking lap, Alpha. You’re acting like a child. Go. Now.” Silas stood there for a moment before he finally turned. He didn’t look at me or anyone as he turned and threw open the back door. Not even bothering taking his clothes off, they shredded as he shifted and bounded into the forest. We all stared at the open door for a minute before anyone moved. Sam came over to me and helped me up.

My heart was breaking as I turned and signaled to the Security men and they cracked their guns ready to shoot. Jacob leaned in closer, his voice venomous. “I didn’t throw it away, Sammie. I took it. And I’ll take more if I have to. You don’t deserve to win. Not anymore. You and I know you don't have the guts to order them to pull the trigger.” Before I could respond, a car roared onto the tarmac, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The sleek black sedan came to an abrupt stop, and the door swung open.

Sam pushed him until Jeslyn's back hit his car. "You don't realize, it's your self-powerful and oppressive nature that makes me disgusted and uninterested in you." "Don't talk like you're a saint, Sam. I know how bad you are." Jeslyn seemed not to be outdone. She shouted at Sam. "If you hurt Doctor Rivera, I will destroy you myself, Jeslyn!" Doctor Sam, who was usually friendly, turned out to be cold and intimidating, but it wouldn't be Jeslyn if she were quickly subdued.

The sound was sickening. A tear slipped from Jericho’s eye. It wasn’t because he just took a life. No, we’d done that many times before. But this wasn’t just any life. He’d been forced to take his younger brother’s life. The same brother that we’d sword to protect. Not even the knowledge of him being a batshit crazy psycho didn’t make this easier. Knowing that Sam had gone off the rails, becoming something fucked and dangerous, didn’t make that tear any lighter. It only dug the ache deeper. The fight going on around us seemed to come to a standstill upon Sam’s link to his pack breaking.