“I see.” To his relief, that was the end of the conversation.
Campbell fumbled in his jacket, pulling out a pack of honest to god cigarettes, not that electronic crap that passed for a decent smoke nowadays.
He extended the pack to Snake, gesturing to one of the uninjured soldiers to release his hands. As soon as the handcuffs were off, Snake reached forward and popped the cigarette in his mouth.
Filtered, but even unlit, the taste was familiar. Somewhat comforting. He rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had chafed.
Snake grimaced. “Let me guess, he's the only one who knows how to start up the new Metal Gear?”
Campbell nodded. “Your mission is to retrieve Dr. Emmerich and Metal Gear REX in one piece and fly them both back to a prearranged rendezvous point.”
Snake had heard enough, their incompetence was costing him his retirement. “And where exactly am I going?”
Snake grunted in response, clenching his teeth as the needle pierced his neck.
There was a hiss of air as she pressed the release and he felt that horrible coldness, that feeling of too much in his veins, before she pulled the needle out,
placing a cotton swab over the entry wound. She taped it in place, putting the needle into a small plastic case labeled with a bio-hazard warning.
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