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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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"In the aftermath of the Pickering Plant disaster, intelligence agencies around the world began deadly games of move and countermove. A chess board in a thousand dimensions, and no one was controlling it. It was so sudden and complete that not even the Patriots had a chance.
"That's how they're going to write the history books."
"Don't write us up as the remains of history just yet, Otacon." Snake smiled and leaned in over his technician's computer equipment. "We've still got a little life left in us."
Otacon smirked. "Everyone wants to know what happened to us. And to the power plant. So everyone's gotten incautious."
"They shouldn't have. MI6, the CIA, CSIS... everyone is looking carefully at everyone else."
"But they think we're dead." Hal smiled. "When I plan fake deaths-"
"You go overboard."
"Well, maybe. But it worked! Anyways, they're all looking at Greenpeace."
"It's hard to believe the intelligence community can be stupid enough to think Greenpeace would take any risks with a nuclear plant."
Otacon shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well, I'm sure they'd be even more surprised that we did. With our histories." Snake patted him on the shoulder. "Well, the carelessness has worked to our advantage. Do you remember who knew, Snake? That we were going to Outer Heaven?"
"Tyler and Mei Ling were directly involved in planning. Whoever else they told."
"Right. Now, of course I can't trace anything that happened back then. It was too late even before we headed to Canada. Things were getting erased on an hourly basis. But now..."
Snake waited, but Otacon had started typing again. "What have you found?"
Otacon shook his head and pulled his fingers from the keyboard. "I was able to put a tracking program on IPs from both of them. It's indirect, virtually untraceable. There's a lot of email and phone correspondence to search through, but... right here." Otacon pointed at the screen. "These two email addresses are the same."
"They don't look the same. And what's all that garbage before them?"
"They're both obfuscated. The first one uses hex addressing, the second uses a combination of decimal and..." Otacon laughed sheepishly. "Um, they're just written differently. The stuff before them and after them is evidence of all the relaying and redirects. The headers have all been messed up. If I didn't know the origin of these, it would be tough to get the original IPs. The important thing is that they're to the same address."
"Okay." Snake shook his head, not worried about understanding the specifics. "What do they say? And who are they to?"
"Oh... well... I'm not really sure." Otacon shrugged. "I mean, they're encrypted. 128 bit!" Snake looked at him skeptically. "Well, it just proves they have something to hide!" he said triumphantly.
Snake scratched his head. "Otacon, how am I supposed to use that info?"
"Bluff? Look, if I do anything more invasive to figure out what they're doing, you'll lose the element of surprise."
"It would be a lot easier to bluff someone on the other side."
"Well..." Hal shifted and looked away. "I could follow them to where they're being picked up. There's no guarantee it isn't a hotmail account picked up at a library though..."
"Find the other side, Otacon. This is useless."
"Okay, okay, don't get excited. I'll track it." Otacon started typing.
Snake tapped his foot. "How long is this going to take?"
"I've got a location. As for who it is... I can't even guess."
Snake nodded. "All right, enough stalling then. Let's start this bluff. Where are we headed?"
"Resolving..."
"Where are we going, Otacon?"
Otacon turned around and met Snake's eyes. "Here." Behind him, he heard it. A revolver. The world narrowed.
"Traitor," he whispered. Hal blinked, but held his eyes steadily on Snake's.
"You really are just like the old man. More than either of them were." The voice cooled the air. "And you're just like him, too. Always did want his answers, Emmerich. Of course, I'd say that's what got them killed."
"Tyler was a patriot. I know that. And someone else was a spy, but for a different patriot. I know that. What I don't understand is you. The Confederate."
"Me? I'm the same as always," said Ocelot. "I don't work for anyone but myself."
"You work with all of them to get your own agenda."
"That's right." Hal's eyes were still fixed on Snake's. He could hear the sly smile in Ocelot's words. "And you wanted to give me your proposal?"
"I need to know what you want first."
Ocelot laughed. "Did I tell you we were going to exchange information?"
Hal turned around and stared at his computer. "There's enough SEMTEX here to kill even Solid Snake," he said quietly. "I want to know your agenda."
Ocelot paused. "I think you're bluffing." The smile had disappeared.
Otacon nodded and turned back. His eyes looked hard as any mercenary's for a moment.
"Then perhaps you'd rather have my threats."
"Durdan?"
"These two have been putting their lives on the line for peace. Our goals, Ocelot. Yet you've had a spy in my organization for years, haven't you? Who's the spy?"
Snake's eyes narrowed again. He looked at Otacon's eyes, which were even now darting back and forth, watching the confrontation behind him. He shook his head when he noticed Snake looking at him.
"Peace? Next we'll be talking about Mother Russia. These two don't need to hear internal discussions."
"They're our agents. Perhaps it's time they learned not to shoot at people they are working for. If you are still with us."
They said nothing. Otacon caught Snake's eye and nodded slightly. Snake did nothing. Hal pulled back almost imperceptibly. The moment passed.
"His signal to Snake was ignored. Emmerich has destroyed your perfect partnership. It's late in the day to start giving them answers now," said Ocelot, his voice like steel.
"Mine? They are agents of all of us. We will find them new partners."
"No. Put them back in their own business. They were created for war."
"They were created for peace."
"They were co-opted by peace."
It was quiet behind Snake again.
"Twelve patriots. Two here. Where are the others? Why didn't you bring all of them, Ocelot? Or you, Tyler?" asked Otacon quietly. There was no answer. "That's the heart of this whole thing, isn't it," he said to himself.
Snake nodded. "A power struggle in the ranks of the Patriots themselves." Snake focused on the sounds of breathing in the room. One in front. Three in behind. Three?
The smirk was back in Ocelot's voice. "Like I said before: same as the old man."
Snake threw himself to the floor. The shot rang above him as he twisted around, legs aiming for Ocelot's knees. Ocelot's second shot went astray as well, helped out of balance by Snake's movement, finding its way to graze Otacon's shoulder. Snake used his momentum to swing himself up.
Tyler stepped back, neatly avoiding the third shot as Ocelot rolled into a shooter's position. "I didn't spend all this effort just to have it wasted by you." Tyler's hand came up with a gun.
Ocelot's gun was faster. "You should know not to go up against me with a gun!" The bullet ripped through Tyler's hand.
Snake had no weapon. There was only one choice. Get rid of Ocelot's advantage. Snake rushed at Ocelot. The fifth bullet raced towards him. Snake raised his arm and let it hit him, lodging itself in his arm instead of Otacon's head.
The pair hit the ground with a thump. Snake pushed past the pain in his arm and concentrated instead on pounding Ocelot's head into the floor. He could hear a struggle besides his own, but had no energy to deal with it. Hal would have to do it on his own.
He set the thing up, after all. Ocelot was reaching for his gun again, and Snake moved his uninjured arm around, grabbing his wrist and twisting.
Gunshots. He turned his head. Hal was ducking behind his chair. Ocelot grabbed his attention back with his uninjured hand, a punch to the bullet wound he'd given Snake earlier.
"Watch out!" shouted Hal.
Snake had no time to react as Tyler crashed into the fight. Ocelot used the distraction to reach for his revolver. One shot left, thought Snake grimly. He and Ocelot struggled with the gun, each trying to get the requisite strength to turn the other's aim away.
Ocelot fired.

There was no reason to hide. Not anymore. "Snake?"
"I'm sorry, Hal, but it's for the best." Hal's heart sank.
"I thought in the end, you'd support us, Mei Ling."
"The Patriots are a plague on humanity. They've been using the two of you to create peace here, and war throughout the rest of the world. He would have changed that."
"How would he have done that?" asked Hal skeptically.
"By taking over."
"So you sold us to Ocelot?"
She shook her head. "No!" She began again, more gently. "No, I didn't sell you to anyone. I was hoping you'd be able to make a deal with him. He was your chance to be who you were born to be."
"I was happy being who I was."
Mei Ling frowned. "Anne Sexton said, 'It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember him to be.' But she was wrong! It matters what your past was, because it's a part of what your future will be.
"I want it to stop, Hal. All these wars are killing us. We need one government that looks after the interests of everyone. You were supposed to be the person who led the world. You and one of Big Boss' clones. But you can't do it. They changed you. Ocelot can do it." She looked back. "Could have done it.
"You ruined it." Her eyes dulled.
"Ruined it? Snake's dead! Tyler's dead!"
"And who brought Ocelot and Durden together?" she demanded.
"I thought Ocelot was setting us up. I wanted to know what was going on. You could have just told me!" He shook his head. "I thought we were friends, Mei Ling." He looked down.
"Hal, you spend all your time with Snake. He's your friend. I'm just someone you know from work."
"And now Snake is..." Hal sat down heavily. "You know, it doesn't matter why we were here, Mei Ling. You had no right to manipulate us."
"Neither did Durden."
"I guess that means I should be used to disappointment?"
Neither of them said anything for an uncomfortable moment.
"I'm going to go," said Mei Ling softly. "I wish things hadn't turned out like this."
Hal closed his eyes and listened to the footsteps. He took a deep breath.
His head snapped up as the hand fell on his shoulder. "So that's how it ends," said Dave quietly. "Spies and traitors. And us."
Hal relaxed, then tensed again. "Us. It always comes down to us." He shook his head. "I'm... glad you're okay. I thought you were dead."
"Yeah. Ocelot and Durden are. You okay?"
"Sure." Hal smirked. "We... okay?"
Dave grunted and gave a nod. He smiled the smile that only Hal ever got the chance to see.
"We're weapons then. For war or for peace, but controlled by someone else no matter what."
"'We make war that we might live in peace.' Aristotle." Hal tilted his head and looked at Dave. "We want peace, and we can make it happen, Hal. Our way. With our rules."
Hal shook his head. "A weapon doesn't bring peace. All it can do is make war go on forever."
Snake shrugged. "It's all in your perspective. Nuclear weapons weren't made to continue war. They were used twice, then kept as threats. They're so powerful that their only use is genocide. In the age of nuclear proliferation, the top brass creates weapons like Metal Gear in the hopes that they will never be used."
"You think they're made so they'll never be used?"
Snake shrugged. "Maybe not always. But I'd be willing to bet it's how our predecessors thought. Metal gear, us? Same thing. Weapons of war. Created in the name of peace."

Author's Notes

Bet you didn't think it'd ever be done, hm? Well... it is. I hope you liked it.

In the name of peace
They waged the wars
Ain't they got no shame?
--- Nikki Giovanni (on Hitler and Mussolini)

We applied our might in the name of peace. -- George W. Bush (the first)

Well, that's it. I hoped you all enjoyed today's presentation of "In the Name of Peace," a moral parable about... er... war and peace and the creation of weapons. Or something. Actually, it wasn't much of a moral parable, and let's keep it that way.

Now that you've read it, you are honor-bound to leave a review. I'd be happiest with constructive criticism (for instance, that fight scene there, did it work?) but I'll happily accept short "I read it and liked it" notes, or even flames. Flames keep me warm on the cold, lonely nights.

Epilogue
Several hours later, Revolver Ocelot stood. Snake and Otacon were long gone.
He pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. "The mission is complete." He brushed his clothes off reflexively and looked at the dead body of Tyler Durdan. "Yes, he's been disposed of." He looked at the computer. "Yes, I believe they will be..." He touched his twisted arm. "Yes. It suppressed the other one well. Only minor side effects." He shut the computer off and placed a device on Durden's chest. "No, I don't think that will be a problem."
Revolver Ocelot smiled.
"Yes. It will be done."
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