Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 81: I bury them Nero and Nico arrived at the location of their meeting with Viktor Sokolov, and it was another decrepit, rundown factory that had been abandoned. The air inside the derelict factory was cold and metallic, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of rust, oil, and gunpowder.

The room feels like it's closing in on me, the walls pressing down until I can't tell where they end, and I begin. He lunges at her, and instinct takes over. My finger squeezes the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot is deafening, drowning out everything else. My father's body jerks, then crumples to the ground in a lifeless heap. The knife falls from his hand, clattering to the floor. Silence follows, thick and suffocating. My hand is still wrapped around the gun, fingers numb, but I can't let go. My knees give out, and I collapse, the world spinning until everything goes black.

Frederick made his way underground quickly. He descended into a room with walls made entirely of strange metals that were as strong as Mid-Level Artefacts. The underground bunker was largely empty. For the only things in the room were a set of pitch black armor coupled with a slender sword and large screen that was embedded in a section of the wall. Before the screen was a comfortable looking chair and some wires.

The sound of the footsteps wasn’t a human cadence; it was the rhythmic, heavy grind of tectonic plates sliding over bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The command deck’s silver doors hissed open, and the freezing air of the North Wing flooded the bridge, carrying the scent of permafrost and the cloying, metallic rot of the Second Prime. I stood in the center of the room, my silver-alloy blade raised in my right hand. My left arm—the quartz monument etched with the crimson-black sigil—vibrated so violently I felt the bones in my shoulder start to splinter.

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

"The 'Sentinel' asset is clipping through the terrain. The whole 3.0 update is hanging!" "He doesn't see us," Meilin whispered, her hand trembling as she reached for the boy’s desk. Her fingers passed through a math textbook like a ghost. "Leo, he thinks we’re just... art. Assets. Variables in a game." The Mother of the Real The bedroom door creaked open. A woman entered—not the Mirror-Meilin, and not the cosmic "Mother" from the rift. She was an ordinary woman in a sweater, carrying a basket of clothes. But as she looked at the monitor, her eyes flickered with a brief, cold golden light.

Clicking your sharp, mechanical legs rhythmically on the concrete. Their red optics scanned the environment with more inexorable, mechanical precision. They were relicted killing machines, driven by old kinetic cores, immune to the EMP that had crashed the consortium. “Forty millimetres of hardened carbon,” Silas whispered next to me. He felt nervously the sand from his former white uniform and put the glasses Right. “Even with Kaels rifles, we need precise hits in the joints, otherwise the projectiles bounce off. Their reaction time is zero comma three seconds.

And then, the air in the room began to vibrate with a frequency I recognized all too well. A mechanical voice, identical to the one that had started the "New Game," boomed from the rusted speakers in the ceiling: "Phase One: Survival - Complete. Phase Two: The Reconstruction - Commencing. Please select your first building block: Flesh or Steel?"