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In the Name of Peace	By : ktatters Category: +M through R > Metal Gear Views: 2459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They didn't talk immediately, of course. If you didn't want to have to scan for enemies while you were talking, you needed a place. If you wanted a place, you had to have money. Snake retrieved money and all the portable equipment from their apartment.
They needed somewhere quiet, but not too quiet. Neither of them wanted eavesdroppers. Dave insisted on a place where he could smoke, and Hal had already decided that he wanted a coffee of some sort. Something deluxe, with as much caffeine as possible. Hal took care of finding a coffee shop that fit the criteria.
The place was small, little more than a hole in the wall with an upstairs area that allowed smoking. It featured seats that clung to the walls and tables that crawled along them. The floors probably hadn't been swept for a week. It would probably be shut down as a health hazard any day, but it suited the purpose admirably.
The sat down beside each other, facing the stairs. Dave pulled a package from his duffel bag and lit a cigarette while Hal took a sip from his espresso. The silence lengthened uncomfortably between them.
Dave finished his cigarette and pulled out another one.
"Seems like we don't have much to say," he said quietly.
"There's a lot to say." Hal took another sip. "But I don't know how to say it."
Dave nodded. He reached over and tapped the ashtray with a finger. Hal watched the ashes rise and fall in little explosions of dust.
"You and me, together like that... It's a dumb idea, huh?"
Snake shrugged. "It shouldn't make a difference," he said, a trifle coldly. Hal's eyes searched Dave's face. "We work well together," he relented.
"It's just... I don't want to be them. I don't want to... to fight for justice and peace just to find out it's all about power and revenge and someone else guiding the outcome of every mission..." Hal leaned his head back.
"We aren't them, Hal. We're different."
"Are we?" Hal leaned forwards and tapped the ashtray. "They made us from the bottom up. To be like them. Then gran- the colonel- tried to remake us... What does that make us? Who does that make us, Dave?"
Dave sighed. "It isn't about... being someone or not being someone. You have to be yourself, whoever that is. You can't live if you're trying not to be someone any more than if you're trying to live up to someone else's example."
Hal's head fell back against the wall again. "Did I really say I loved you?"
"Yeah." Dave blew out smoke. "We didn't sleep together though. And I didn't try to take advantage of you."
"I know," said Hal softly. "I had some time to think about it." Hal laughed quietly. "You've never really lied to me about something like that. I don't think you would."
"I wouldn't."
"I know." Hal shrugged. "It was just shocking to hear it."
"Hm." Dave frowned. "I didn't like hearing you deny it," he said, in a voice that might have been too quiet to hear if they hadn't been in this place, so close together.
Hal shifted uncomfortably. "I guess that's that then. We've found out the whole thing. Time to get back to normal, fight some more bipedal death machines...?"
Snake nodded. "We'll need to find another base of ops, set up. Then, back to work."
Otacon smiled. "Right." He drank the rest of his coffee. "Got a city you like?"
"I was thinking maybe-"
"Excuse me," said a voice from the stairs. "Is there a Mr. Hal Emmerich up here?"
A courier came into view. Hal glanced at Dave. "That's me," said Snake, standing.
"Right." He pulled an envelope out of his bag and handed it to Dave. Snake looked at the man, up and down several times, before taking the envelope. "Okay," said the courier, sounding incredulous. He pulled out an electronic clipboard. "I really thought someone was pulling my leg with this one. I'd think a P.O. box would be more useful. Well, no signature required... Thank you, sir, and I hope you remember to use IntEx for all your deliveries."
The courier went down the stairs.
Snake turned the envelope over a few times. "I don't see anything."
"Fingerprinting this would be out by now," said Otacon. "It doesn't look heavy enough for a bomb."
"There are lots of things just as deadly."
Otacon looked at it. "It could be a tip of some kind."
Snake frowned and turned it over again. "My gloves are in my bag." Otacon nodded and took the envelope while Snake got his gloves and put them on. He shook it about, trying to hear if there was anything inside.
Snake took it back and opened it carefully. He reached in gingerly and pulled out a photograph. "The colonel? Why would someone send us a picture of him?"
Hal looked over. "That's- Snake..." Hal's voice dropped to a whisper. "Is that who you saw?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That man looks nothing like my grandfather."
*****
The two of them were in a new used van a few hours later, driving towards Windsor. Close to Detroit yet still a major city, Otacon felt it would be a good location to hide in. A quick trip across the border would get them onto American soil, but no one would really expect to find them in Canada.
Border crossings from Canada to the United States had become more difficult since 2005, but it was the work of minutes to have false Canadian birth certificates printed for them both. Otacon had set himself up in the back, hooking his computers to the cigarette lighter for power and using a satellite phone to gain access to the net.
They each had a job to do, and they were both good at getting the job done.
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"We have to make a decision on this Snake. This is probably going to be the only place we aren't bugged. As long as we're driving, anyways."
"I hear you." Snake's eyes didn't waver from the unending line of highway that stretched out in front of them. "But you know we're running blind right now."
"We can't expect the answers to just come to us. We have to find them ourselves. Who sent us the picture? How did they know where we were? How did Mr. Colonel know where we would be? I'll bet he fooled us with some technology. Don't know what it was, but we'll have to check notes from now on. Or carry cameras to give us an objective look." Otacon smirked.
"You want to make me use yet another tech tool?" Snake said with a raised eyebrow. "At any rate, we know there's a spy inside of Philanthropy. We as good as told Tyler we'd be going to Outer Heaven. So it's got to be someone there."
Otacon sighed. "Okay. The only way to find that out is going to mean we report back to Philanthropy. What if we have Tyler keep it under wraps?"
"Not good enough. Let's leave it alone. Going AWOL will show us who starts looking."
"If they're smart, they won't be looking themselves. Besides, don't you think Tyler himself will be looking?"
Snake pursed his lips and nodded sharply. "You're right. But it's got to be a different faction that sent the picture. There's at least two sides to this." Snake frowned. "I don't like how we got the picture. Someone knew exactly where we were."
"I know." Hal leaned his head back against the headrest. "But neither of us found anything on the gear. Hi-tech or low-tech."
"Funny, that. And neither of us called anyone," Snake said blandly. "But there they were."
Otacon was quiet for a moment. "I've heard they can track people by cash. Dollars have sensors in them, supposedly for forgery protection. It's only the fringe that's saying it, of course, but then, we're on the fringe."
"Hm. So you think we should throw our money out the window?"
"Well, maybe that's a little too paranoid. Besides, we need it."
"We need American currency in Canada? Let's exchange it a few times on the way to the border."
Otacon sighed. "Well, if you say so."
"We still need to figure out how to play these two off each other," said Snake, his eyes continuing to scan the road.
"If it's just two," said Otacon, pointedly.
Snake nodded. "One of them wants us to know something the other one is hiding. Somehow, it connects to Galzburg and Outer Heaven."
"But we went there. There wasn't anything to see. Just an abandoned military institution."
"And Ocelot. And this 'Colonel' who wasn't who he said he was."
Otacon nodded slowly. "And a title. Monseigneur. At Outer Heaven... He said something about Monseigneur and background checks..."
"Code names," said Snake shortly. "If we had some way to cross reference that, maybe we could do something."
"The Chernobyl computer." Otacon reached back and pulled his laptop out, then started typing. "I'm sure I saw it there... I'll just set up a search on this... it shouldn't take more than a few minutes for it to run."
"Right. Look, Otacon, this is what we do. We get back to Philanthropy, no matter what it says. We need to find the spy. We need to know who is running the other side. We need to play these people off each other. And we need to find out what the hell is going on."
"But Snake-"
"Better the spy we know, Otacon."
"... I suppose." The computer beeped. "Okay, so what do we have?" said Otacon, mostly to himself. "Monseigneur, alias Ririte, H., alias... That's the name from Deeler Tech... um, alias Dardin, D."
"As in, Taylor Durdan?"
Otacon tilted his head. "No, but it sounds similar... want me to run a background check on Taylor?"
"Right. But if he was involved in it from then, he can't be the spy we're looking for. Better run a check on everyone we know about. Everyone. Freelancers included."
"What, you want me to check Jack and Rose too? Snake, that's going to take months."
"Rose has been a spy before. And we have time. No one's acted on anything for years."
"Okay. Who do you want to do first? After Tyler, I mean." Otacon shook his head.
"Get the freelancers done first. There are fewer of them."
"What do you want me to look for?"
"Anything out of place. Connections to anyone on those files. Cross reference. You know what we need," said Snake.
"And what are you going to do?"
"I want them thinking we bought it," he said. "Once we're officially around again," his eyes narrowed and he gave Hal a sideways smile. "I'll be on a mission."
*****
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REPORT:          MISSION CODE XC1192
AGENT IN CHARGE: XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX (SECURITY LEVEL 8 REQ)
AUTHORIZATION:   XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX (SECURITY LEVEL 9 REQ)

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3A : SEPTEMBER 31 2010 : 23:26
CODE NAME: OTACON (identified as XXXXXXXX, H. [SEC4 REQ]) referred to as OC
CODE NAME: SNAKE  (identified as XXXXXXXX, D. [SEC6 REQ]) referred to as SS
OC: SNAKE, COME IN.
SS: I'M HERE. IS EVERYTHING SET UP?
OC: TIMING IS IMPORTANT, SNAKE. WE'VE GOT 4 MINUTES. BETTER MAKE 
    IT 5, JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE.
SS: BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?
OC: WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO TRY TO QUOTE MEI LING'S SAYINGS TO YOU? 
    I'M SURE I'VE GOT ONE IN HERE...
SS: UH, THANKS, OTACON. I'M FINE.
OC: WELL, IF YOU SAY SO. OKAY, THE REACTOR WE'RE GETTING
    INFORMATION ON IS NUMBER 7. WE'VE GOT REPORTS OF DEUTERIUM 
    URANIUM BEING SYPHONED OFF OF ALL THE REACTORS, BUT WE HAVE
    TO FOCUS ON ONE.
SS: I READ THE REPORTS, AND I HELPED DESIGN THE MISSION. OTACON,
    NO MATTER WHAT YOU MIGHT THINK, I DON'T FORGET THE PURPOSE
    OF ANY MISSION.
OC: I KNOW.
OC: THEY'RE GOING TO BE DECOMMISSIONING THESE THINGS SOON.
SS: ONE OF THE OLDEST POWER PLANTS STILL RUNNING IN THE WORLD.
OC: LARGEST NUMBER IN ONE AREA TOO. IT'S AMAZING THAT THEY'RE
    SO... CARELESS. WITH ALL THE PROBLEMS BEING ASSOCIATED WITH 
    NUCLEAR POWER...
SS: WELL, YOU CAN'T ARGUE WITH HOT SUMMERS AND THE NEED FOR AIR
    CONDITIONING.
OC: WE GOT ALONG FINE WITHOUT ELECTRICITY FOR THOUSANDS OF 
    YEARS. NOWADAYS, A POWER OUTAGE IS LIKELY TO DAMPEN THE
    WORLD ECONOMY.
OC: PROGRESS, HUH?
SS: YEAH, WELL, WE JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT WHO'S TAKING THE
    NUCLEAR MATERIAL. THEN WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE.
OC: I SUPPOSE. STILL, I DON'T LIKE BEING SO CLOSE TO IT.
OC: I THINK I SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE NEXT CITY OVER.
SS: NOTHING'S GOING TO GO WRONG, OTACON. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
    BUREAUCRATS WITH A SIDE DEAL.
OC: I'VE JUST GOT A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS MISSION.
OC: LIKE WE MISSED SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
SS: DON'T BE PARANOID. IF THERE WAS A HINT OF SOMETHING ABOUT TO 
    GO WRONG, PHILANTHROPY WOULD HAVE CALLED THE GOVERNMENT 
    ABOUT IT. 
SS: WE'D BE EVACUATING PLACES, NOT SPYING ON THEM.
SS: ENOUGH TALK. IT'S TIME.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3B : SEPTEMBER 31 2010 : 23:47
OC: I'M READING AN INCREASE IN RADIATION LEVELS AROUND YOU.
    WHERE ARE YOU?
SS: JUST ENTERING THE REACTOR. DANGEROUS?
OC: ...NOT YET. BUT IT MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA TO GET A RADIATION 
    SUIT ON.
SS: I DON'T THINK THEY JUST LEAVE THOSE LYING AROUND.
SS: BUT I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN SCROUNGE UP.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3C : OCTOBER 1 2010 : 00:01
OC: THERE'S A LOT OF IN****ERENCE HAPPE**** ON MY EN*.
SS: YOU OKAY?
OC: I THINK SOME*** ***** ** USING * JAMMING DE***CE. I'M 
    GOING TO *OVE CLOS**.
SS: NEGATIVE. OTACON, STAY WHERE YOU ARE. SECURITY'S HIGHER THAN
    WE THOUGHT.
SS: OTACON?
SS: DAMN.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3D : OCTOBER 1 2010 : 00:12
OC: THE JAMMING'S CLEARED UP. STRANGE. I'M INSIDE THE REACTOR
    NOW, SNAKE. 
SS: HOW DID YOU GET IN UNDETECTED?
OC: STEALTH SUIT, OF COURSE. YOU KNOW ME, SNAKE. I'M NOT ONE TO
    RELY ON MY OWN STEALTH SKILLS.
OC: BESIDES, I HAVE EQUIPMENT TO BRING WITH ME.
SS: NO ONE DETECTED YOU?
OC: NO ONE'S HERE, SNAKE.
SS: NO ONE? THAT'S STRANGE...
OC: YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG?
SS: ...
SS: I'M ALMOST AT THE OBJECTIVE. JUST DON'T COME IN ANY FARTHER.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3E : OCTOBER 1 2010 : 00:15
OC: SNAKE, YOUR READINGS ARE SHOWING PLUTONIUM.
SS: PLUTONIUM? I THOUGHT THESE REACTORS WERE DESIGNED TO RUN ON 
    NON-WEAPONS GRADE MATERIAL.
OC: WELL, YES. BUT CANDU REACTORS CAN PRODUCE PLUTONIUM IN 
    PRINCIPLE. WHEN DESIGNS FOR CANDU REACTORS ARE SOLD, NATIONS 
    HAVE TO AGREE TO PRETTY STRINGENT RULES ABOUT NUCLEAR 
    WEAPONS PROGRAMS.
OC: BUT THOSE DESIGNS ARE-
SS: ALL MADE IN CANADA?
OC: CANADA SHOULDN'T BE A THREAT... BUT THE REACTORS HAVE BEEN 
    RUN PRIVATELY IN ONTARIO FOR YEARS.
SS: OKAY. WHAT DO I NEED FOR PROOF HERE?
OC: I DON'T THINK YOU CAN GET IT RIGHT NOW. WE'LL HAVE TO ABORT
    THE MISSION AND COME BACK LATER WITH THE RIGHT EQUIPMENT.
SS: ABORT? OTACON...
OC: SNAKE, I'VE REALLY GOT A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS.
SS: ...
SS: IT'LL TAKE ME A LITTLE WHILE.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3F : OCTOBER 1 2010 : 00:21
SS: THERE'S NO ONE IN THE BUILDING.
OC: THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT...
SS: OTACON, I WANT YOU OUT. NOW. I'LL BE JOINING YOU SOON.
OC: ... RIGHT.

Wiretap Transcript: Record P3902-XC1192-3G : OCTOBER 1 2010 : 00:22
OC: THE DOORS HAVE BEEN SEALED. SNAKE? THE DOORS...
SS: CALM DOWN. WHERE EXACTLY ARE YOU?
OC: I'M AT YOUR INFILTRATION POINT...
SS: I'LL BE THERE IN-
SS: DAMN.
OC: WHAT?
SS: THERE'S A BOMB HERE.
OC: A... A BOMB?
SS: ... I'M GOING TO TRY SOMETHING.

Followup: Record P3902-XC1192-3H
OCTOBER 1 2010 : 12:22:48 Communications ceased. 
OCTOBER 1 2010 : 12:23:06 Explosions noted in Pickering A, reactor 7. 
OCTOBER 1 2010 : 12:23:23 Implosion of reactor 7.
Damages estimated to be in the billions of dollars. No loss of life in surrounding 
area, toxins believed to be contained.
OCTOBER 1 2010 : 01:06    First response aid offers from USA extended and accepted.

Followup: Record P3902-XC1192-3I
OCTOBER 10 2010
Canada presented with above evidence. Denies any knowledge of plutonium in CANDU 
reactors. Reports RCMP, CSIS Investigations ongoing.

Recommendations
Canada on high alert for terrorism, terrorism threats. Increase border patrols. CIA 
to determine level of governmental/corporate involvement. CIA to run concurrent 
investigations into Pickering operations.
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