Metal Gear Solid Zeke Novels & Stories

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

to express his joy. After a while, Ava's resentment and Cheng's satisfaction ends when the girl shrieked in surprise. Her eyes never leave the picture of the apple green skin that covered some of her flesh. One of her feet and some of her fingers reveal a bare-bones view. "I am a zombie?" Her face twisted in confusion... [Even the name is “Z system” it's a written you will have an appearance of a zombie!"] Cheng palms his forehead in strain. Firmly believe that she is somewhat foolish in certain things just a little bit more talkative than her mother...

Jo turned with a smile and a ‘hello, Silver’ on her lips – and promptly and galloping gallump-ishly fell ass backwards into a chair in utter shock. Zeke was standing there, as large as life and twice as gorgeous. And wearing a Road Devils motorcycle club cut.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

​With a guttural roar of pure, unfiltered rage, Zeke kicked a heavy wooden crate, sending it splintering into a dozen jagged pieces against the concrete wall. ​"Tangina!" ​He turned his sights on Xielle’s father. That cowering, pathetic excuse for a man was the sole reason his entire world was currently turning to ash. Zeke lunged across the space, grabbing the older man by the front of his stained shirt and slamming him back violently against the wooden chair.

Zeke nodded casually. - After parting ways, Zeke texted Caroline. Zeke: [I'll leave Angelbay in a few days, Caroline.] Caroline was shocked by the text. Caroline: [Has the agreement been signed?] Zeke: [Yes. I was just a caretaker. If he didn't return, I would consider MK as my own venture. Now that he's back, it's only fair to return MK to its rightful owner.] Caroline couldn't express her gratitude for Zeke's actions in words.

Devin’s last words. Taking a step back from Devin's lifeless form, Zeke cast his gaze across the battlefield, his eyes landing upon Reiner, his loyal beta. The wounds he had suffered in their earlier encounters were now but scars, remnants of their shared struggle. Zeke approached Reiner, his voice filled with gratitude and concern. "Reiner," Zeke spoke, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Without your unwavering support and strength, this victory would not have been possible. Thank you for standing by my side, even in the face of such overwhelming odds."

But now, he was relieved to see two great hacking masters in front of him. Staring at Alexander's face, including his fierce blue eyes, Zeke smirked. "I've seen your eyes type and your face type before. The likes of you, are strong minded and determined. You're tough, just like me". Zeke tapped Alexander's shoulder as he said to him. Soon after Zeke said this to Alexander, he and Zach left the room to theirs, so as to bring their laptops and start with the hacking lessons.

As usual, I was searched by his men at the entrance but I was smart enough to drop my weapons a few paces away from the hideout. They let me in and I walked over to where Zeke was standing, he was discussing with someone over the phone. When he saw me, he hung up the call and tucked the phone away in his pocket before turning to face me. “I hope you've brought nothing but good news.” He lit a cigarette and popped it in his mouth. “Um..” I cleared my throat. “Yes, I've found the tunnel.” I announced and he snapped his head in my direction. “Really?”

Mateo asked and then removed a small knife from his pocket. “You don’t think you’re still gonna win, do you?” Zeke asked instead, pressing the bottom that was given to him by the swat team to alert them and immediately, they rushed in. “Welcome to Hell, cousin,” Zeke smiled softly.