Thread: Metal Gear: Reflection (Skieth and I)

In the wake of Shadow Moses, the Metal Gear project was spilled onto the Internet. Any nation or mercenary group with a large enough budget began to create their own designs under secrecy. Many were brought to light by the group 'Philanthropy' but there were too many for the group itself. However, there were imitators, reflections, of the group, with the same cause in mind, even without knowing whom the original was. Waves crashed against the shore lazily, their rancor undisturbed by any other noise. The shore was littered with mostly whole rocks, and was far from one of those idyllic sandy beaches like in California. This was Inis Tr Tholl island in Northern Ireland. Loosely translated as island of the bloody beach it was known for turbulent tides and dangerous conditions, which was why it was uninhabited. Access tot eh island was pretty heavily regulated too, for the danger, yes, but also for the military base that had taken up a place for itself though. A figure in all black rose from the waters, quietly using the waves to approach one of the larger pieces of drift and hide behind it as it looked up to see the mostly constructed base. On the northern side of the island, it was a perfect place to hide in plain sight. Riiing, riiiing. The figure put a hand up to it's ear, hunched over behind the log. Ferret, come in. It was a gruff female voice, the commander of the mission. Do you copy? I'm on site. The voice was muffled by the breathing mask. Alright. Good. How are you feeling? Cold. Well, you did just swim several kilometers in the ocean. The shots Karin gave you should keep you safe from hypothermia. Better damn well hope so. Take your time to warm up a little. I'll go over the mission one more time. Four weeks ago, German physicist Adelind Gruenewald was kidnapped. Intelligence supports this place as being her current location. Your primary objective is the extraction of Adelind. You're also to find out why she was kidnapped if possible. Any other hostages take a secondary priority. It'll be hard without equipment. Sorry, all equipment is procure on site. We can't afford to leave traces. You'll have a support team you'll be able to contact via codec. Karin will be on call at 149.68 to give you advice for how to deal with any medical conditions that occur. She'll also be tracking your progress and status. We also have weapons expert Nastasha Romenanko soon to give you guidance on procuring weapons, and how to best use each one you find. We'll also have a few others come in as needed. We have a full staff backing you. Even though you're alone, you'll have our support. Thanks. The infiltrator removed the breathing mask as the communication went dead. There were a few guards patrolling the area. They looked to be hired mercenaries using AK-47s. It was the most popular cheap, reliable armament for small military forces so it wasn't surprising to see those guns. A slight flash of platinum blonde hair on a pale face was what laid under the mask. It was a smooth, pretty face. A female with bright blue eyes. She wore a blue headband that kept all her short cropped hair in a spiked bundle. Her body was extremely lithe, with modest, small breasts that barely caused a stretching in the skin-tight blue-black bodysuit, specially designed to support every feature of her, not for appeal but for performance. It kept her body in a supported, athletic shape through pressure and tightness, maximizing her performance. The mission had begun.