Thread: Fission Mailed (Furry&Me)

The past few months had gone by rather uneventful for a certain scientist. He could even call it boring at times- but then again, almost anything could be considered boring in the wake of being caught up in what could have been a nuclear attack that could destroy the free world. Having some down time was nice and all, but he couldn't help but feel he should be doing more. After Shadow Moses, he returned to his apartment in Detroit, where he spent most of his time in his room surrounded by countless wires and machinery as he earned a comfortable living by utilizing his programming skills in order to create new hardware and the sort. He found the job dissatisfying- he loved computing and all, but it was such a great waste of his skills to make mere programs for a general audience. Needless to say, working for the government was a lot more interesting but after Shadow Moses, he swore to himself to never work for such a large corporation again. Otacon refused to allow his talents to be used for anything besides what he wanted them to be used for- if that made any sense so a bit of boredom seemed to be a good trade-off for his moral sanity. Of course, he found other ways to occupy himself. When he wasn't working, he would find himself on his PlayStation or some other system, wasting his time away playing games. However, there was also one other thing he did with his time that would prove to be much more important than playing old Nintendo games. Just because he broke away from working from the government didn't mean that he didn't like to keep up on what was going on. Otacon would often find himself spending hours upon hours hacking into government organizations' networks, surfing through every damned page in order to catch up on the latest information. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he seated himself in front of his laptop. His fingers moved swiftly and efficiently as he logged into the network, using a ghost IP address so he couldn't be tracked- getting caught would be, needless to say, very bad for poor Hal. The man bit his bottom lip as he looked over a series of codes and such- it was always such a tedious task, trying to decipher hidden messages created to confuse unwanted visitors like him. This certain message had been such a problem for him to break that Hal knew from the start that this is where the real dirt was. For almost an entire month, he had been keeping an eye on this particular code and it wasn't until the past few days that it began to make sense. He squinted slightly, trying to make sense of a particular phrase. Michael Greg- mtlae agre- oh, dammit, I'm so close. C'mon, Otacon And then it hit him. Metal gear. He sucked in a breath, reading over the paragraph to confirm what he read was true and there was no doubt about it. His stomach sank and his hand gripped the mouse until his knuckles were white. What now? Really what was there to do now? If he told any government organization, there was no doubt that he'd get pulled in to do more research and that was something he was dead set against doing. But at the same time, if he let such news go unnoticed for too long, it could lead to catastrophic repercussions. The man sat in a stunned silence for a while, mulling over the options until finally Snake. But he hadn't spoken to the guy since Shadow Moses- and it wasn't like they were long-time pals he only knew the man for a day. Plus, wasn't he with that Meryl chick? Surely, he didn't want to be bothered by some nerd while he was living out his happily ever after. But still if he couldn't tell Snake, who else was there? He chewed on his bottom lip as he dug out his long-forgotten codec from the mountain of old gadgets and switched it on. He dialed in onto the soldier's frequency. Snake? Snake, do you read me?