Metal Gear Solid Jetstream Sam Novels & Stories

Smiling, I looked at Samantha as she walked in. Without even looking at Jameson, she sat down in the other armchair. Jet was pulling out the photos. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?” I inquired again. “Y-yes, I need to do this.” She whipped her hands on the fabric of the chair. She was nervous. Standing up, she moved to the desks. Jet had laid them out but upside down. “Whenever you are ready, turn them over.” I said as I sat down on Jet’s leg. His hand rested on my thigh.

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

That had been two hours ago and he would bet that the fed's ego was still smarting at being out maneuvered by a civilian, not to mention the refusal to be afraid of him, his badge or his title. "Alright, now that we know where, we need a plan of attack. I don't trust Graves not to torture Drake for his own sadistic pleasure before he kills him. However, that can work in our favor. It may buy us some time to get to him and rescue Drake. Ideas?" Sam looked around the room as she watched the wheels turn. Vulcan was thinking so hard that she could have sworn she heard gears turning. "Yes." Vulcan looked Samantha in the eye as he spoke. "How comfortable are you with firearms, Sam?"

“Italia Mercedes.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Oh god, Gustav is really going to go after me.” Samantha hurried her face on her palms, the words she uttered are unreadable and muffled by her cries. But when Jake recover from his shock, that’s when he realized how serious the matter was. He blew out a loud breathe and ask, “Now tell me, Sam. Where are you and—” He paused and gulps. “Did anybody see you?” “No one—” “That’s good.”

After eating, Elio headed back to Evamor Tower, ready for his afternoon meeting. Later that day, a line of cars showed up in front of Evamor Group, a black Hummer leading the way, looking powerful with a golden eagle shield painted on its side. It belonged to Sam, also known as Golden Eagle. He had heard that the young master was meeting with Third Master Chance and suspected it might be a setup, so he took no chances and decided to go along with his crew. Following the Hummer were ten dark green Honda SUVs, each with a golden eagle emblem, lined up like a pack of wild beasts. Dozens of tough-looking guys in black stood on both sides, all part of Eagle Security, looking serious.

"Now. Or I'll let Spade test the penetration power of these new rounds on that container." I realized then that my stealth was a joke to men who lived in the dark. Slowly, I stepped out, my hands raised, my medical bag dangling from my elbow. The silence was physical. I saw Jett’s jaw drop. Spade actually blinked in confusion. But Gio… Gio looked like he was about to spontaneously combust. "Samson?" Jett breathed, his gun lowering an inch. "What the hell are you doing? We told you to stay—" "I was worried!" I snapped, my fear turning into defensive bravado. "You guys were taking too long, and I heard a—"