Now, apart from working on several projects, such as the fan-fic me and SSTG are working on, the PO art, and working on my case with the car, I figured, what the hell? lol, No, but seriously, this isn't a story persay, just pre-second skin, the events which eventually led up the Korydalos incident. In which, you'll uncover more of what was missing from Second Skin, more information about Zeus, Phoenix's trade-off with Uri, more about The Voice and Shadow, etc. Hope you folks enjoy. :thumb:

Scene 1: The Beginning

The scene opens with a man appearing to be in his early 30’s, approximately 33, wearing a black leather coat and shades alongside another man ion a trench coat, with rather odd appearing gray hands, appearing to be almost machinelike approach a black limo, and sit in the back of the limo, only to be greeted by a man with a goatee, fitting a fine leather jacket.

Phoenix: *Fixes shades* Any luck in finding the disk?
The Voice: As a matter of fact, we’re in luck. It’s located here, in the first national bank of America, located in D.C. It was deposited into a private account of one Richard Ames, prior to his death a few years back.
Phoenix: Excellent.
The Voice: However, the account has been frozen, no access allowed by anyone, President Gordon played his cards well on that.
Phoenix: No matter, Ames was given the real locations of the Patriots, and it’s all stored on that disk. We will obtain it, no matter what it takes.
The Voice: My thoughts exactly, sir.
Phoenix: Any suggestions?
The Voice: Simple, we set up a robbery of the bank. Make it appear like a merely “advanced” robbery, our units have to have less advanced gear then they typically hold, but still need to have better weapons then security detail, or SWAT should they get involved. I’ll go with the men as well if needed. And I’ll also bring along Shadow in case the police attempt to pull any stupid stunts, so he can deal with them while hidden from their eyes. And finally, I’ll bring along Bombshell since the safe the disk is being held in is a full proof safe. Only Bombshell can break it open.
Phoenix: Excellent. We’ll head to HQ now, and discuss our plans there.

The whole way to the Phoenix base of operations, Phoenix had appeared suspicious of his comrade, as if something behind his plan seemed set up. Although he and Stealth said nothing, something wasn’t right. But still, neither one said a word, Phoenix had a good idea of what was really going on, and remained silent for good reason.

After the limo had reached the docks, The Voice, Stealth, and Phoenix entered a small speedboat, and headed to the island off the coast of the Portland Harbor, where their base of operations, Korydalos, awaited. They all exited, and headed inside to discuss plans with the rest of the unit. The two then discussed their plans with the rest of the unit, which had really no discussion around it. Everyone generally agreed with the plan, and assumed it would end in success.

Shadow: We’ll need to make it look like just an ordinary hold up, otherwise the police will be more, well, to say the least, defensive. If they thing we’re just a group of thugs, they’ll have their guard down. I’ll stay near the exit, hidden in the dark, and take out anything that moves.
Bombshell: While you do that, I’ll be sure to take care of the safe, just make sure no one interferes with my operations.
The Voice: Also, in order to make this look like an actual heist, you probably won’t be able to bring any of your masks with you, Bombshell. I know it’s a quirk, but we can’t lure suspicion. The government already knows of the man in the Falk masks, should you show up wearing one of them, they’ll know what we’re after.
Bombshell: Understood, sir.
Phoenix: Meanwhile, I’ll check in on the progress of the Metal Gear project with General Romanov, hopefully things have advanced since the last test runs.
The Voice: Uri said that the Electro Magnetic Pulse cannons tested positive, and were able to shut down an entire military bases’ power in a mere 30 seconds.
Phoenix: The EMP cannon still needs to release more EMP. One base won’t do it, we’ll need to be sure to wipe out any SAM sites stationed ahead of time, if we attempt to strike a base with the EMP cannon only stretching long enough to wipe out the bases’ power, then the SAM sites will simply gun Zeus down.
The Voice: I’ll look into it, sir.
Phoenix: Good. Mirage, Psychotic, you two are to set up the next attack in Washington.
Cerebral: But sir, the BTHG (Biologically Tested Hallucinational Gas) still isn’t ready. I’ve tested it already, and the effect only lasts for ten minutes. It has to last MUCH longer then that if it is to be of ANY use to us.
Phoenix: No, ten minutes is plenty of time. Distract them with the gas, while Psychotic and Mirage eliminate the soldiers in the base.
The Voice: Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s in that base that is so important anyway?
Phoenix: The remains of my father are still within the underground cryogenic laboratories of this base.
The Voice: Big Boss?!
Phoenix: None other, I will use the Second Skin project to revitalize his cellular functions, and recreate my father.
Shadow: But I thought you despised Big Boss for making you inferior to Snake.
Phoenix: I thought so too, but I found this recording of father, left to an unknown agent from Russia, I didn’t catch his name, but anyway, it told me that I was the superior son, and that Snake was the inferior son. He told me that I shall take on the legacy as Big Boss, and Snake shall continue living the life of the snake, don’t you understand? I am destined to rule supreme, Snake’s still “the snake” because he’s inferior. And with my fathers’ help, I shall crush him.
Shadow: Interesting turn of events...

You know, lol, I would pay ANY amount of money for people to start posting again, lol, ANY AMOUNT! Smoking aces, you'd get the idea. :lol:

lol, Sorry folks, just in a good mood, trial's starting early, and I can't wait to smoke that son of a bitch. :D

Scene 2: The traitors.

While the others carry on their duties, The Voice takes Shadow aside, as they answer to their superiors.

The Voice: Sir...it’s me, yes, you were right, looks like we may have a few problems coming our way. Phoenix knows of the disk, and he knows about Big Boss’ remains. Now, as you discussed sir, should it boil down to one, it would be us taking the disk, but I’m afraid it has boiled to that. This mission requires all three of us, yes, Shadow and Bombshell as well. No, I don’t think he can help, he’s only portraying a mere guard, besides, Phoenix is using his elite units to obtain Big Boss’ remains. Don’t worry, once we obtain the disk, I’ll take care of Big Boss’ remains as well. But first thing’s first, the disk. Bombshell knows what to do with that. We’ll simply report it being a fake. He doesn’t suspect a thing, Bombshell will switch the encryption data written on the disk with a fake, while we make away with the real thing. Yes...I’m afraid so, their progress with Metal Gear is turning out to be going much faster then we’d have hoped. Our only hope is to oblitherate it before Phoenix can use it to destroy our organization. It’s currently being housed in Russia. It’s awaiting transfer in a tanker which shall ship it to Phoenix’s base of operations, Korydalos. We shall simply sink the tanker, and make away with Zeus, or dispose of it afterwards, whatever you see fit, sir. Yes, our men are working on trying to obtain Second Skin’s data, so far, nothing. We’ll continue our work on it though, sir. Yes, understood, good-bye.
Shadow: This mission is turning into a nightmare, you know that, don’t you?
Bombshell: Now, remember, we need to keep all the hostages alive, if we kill them, they’ll send in force for sure. I need you two to make sure that doesn’t happen.
The Voice: No need to worry.
Bombshell: There’s always a need to worry...

But while The Voice and Shadow continue to plot their plan of obtaining the disk, Bombshell exits the base, and heads near the harbor area of Korydalos, and meets with Phoenix and Stealth, with a very smug smirk on his face.

Bombshell: Just as you said, sir, they’ll planning on stealing the disk.
Phoenix: Are they now? *Chuckles* Pathetic fools...I already told you, the Patriots lost their best spies when Ocelot died, didn’t I?
Bombshell: They had no idea that I was triple crossing them all this time, did they? Hahahaha! Oh well, my plan is simple, I’m going to wire the entire up the entire bank full of explosives, with the way I co-ordinate their positions and size, I should end up staying safe and sound with the safe wide open. I’ve studied the geographical data of the upper and lower story of the bank, and I know exactly each pin point needed to take everyone else down, hahaha! Those stupid sons of bitches will be killed almost instantly. And the Phoenix units they’re bringing are also Patriot spies as well. So they’ll be engulfed in flames alongside The Voice, Shadow, the hostages, and a good chunk of the cops and SWAT outside.
Phoenix: Splendid.
Bombshell: Oh, and one more thing, The Patriots are planning on sinking your tanker. You’ll need to take Metal Gear in around the Pacific, while we send in a decoy tanker, they’ll sink that one while the real tanker heads to the base safe and sound.
Phoenix: And to think, I allowed The Voice to prance around to the public saying HE was Phoenix, ha!
Bombshell: The only thing HE is, is a dead man.
Stealth: And you’re sure that your co-ordinates are set safely enough?
Bombshell: I’m positive. Trust me, Stealth, when it comes to explosives, I’m an expert, okay?

Meanwhile...

The Voice: Shadow, come here for a second.
Shadow: What is it?
The Voice: Are you sure about this?
Shadow: What do you mean? It's simple, Bombshell blows the safe open, he takes the disk, and we all run like hell out of the bank as he blows the bank to hell, killing the cops, and the hostages.
The Voice: That's just it, Bombshell, are you sure we can trust him? He seems...somehow, out of it. He seems far too jumpy about this mission. He's always jumping around from us to Phoenix, like he's playing us.
Shadow: What? Listen, now isn't the time for suspicions Lassard, alright? If Phoenix were EVER to get his hands on that disk, he'd use Metal Gear to crush our organization!
The Voice: Look, I know you're impatient, but I will not let your impulsive behavior screw up this mission, alright? We need to make sure Bombshell isn't compromising our mission.
Shadow: How do we do that?
The Voice: I don't know...all I know is that things don't seem right...
Shadow: Okay, okay, I'll check it out.

Seriously.....


Scene 3: The Interrogator

As The Voice and Shadow regrouped with Bombshell, Stealth and Phoenix, another man entered the area. He was a massive man well over seven feet tall, wearing a very thick kevlar, and was dragging two Phoenix units by their necks along the floor. As he dropped the units, they began gasping for whatever air they could get, knowing that they were as good as dead. The Voice and Shadow, however, looked at both soldiers for a few seconds, ensuring themselves that neitehr one of the units was the Patriot spy they put in the base. They then looked at each other with relief, knowing neither one was them.

Scorpion: Look at what I found?
Phoenix: Scorpion, what’s going on?
Scorpion: I found these two snooping around the restriction zone. When I found them, look what was on them.

Scorpion then tosses two, now broken military issued radios to the ground. Phoenix immediately understood, and got down on one knee to their level.

Phoenix: Why did the government sent you here? What were you looking for? Well?
Scorpion: Don’t bother, I’ll figure that one out.
Spy#1: Mock my words you son of a bitch!! Your dirty plans WON’T work. Got me?!!
Scorpion: *Grabs the spy by his neck, and lifts him off the ground, strangling him* Save your breath, son, you’ll need it for when it’s just us.

He then drops the spy straight from his hand down to the steel floor, as he grabs them again, and drags them across the command station, and all the way to the prison cells. He then tosses one spy in the cell, and takes the second spy into a room down at the end of the hall. The spy then looks across the window of the cell, and listens into what Scorpion was doing. All he could hear was something being slammed into the steel walls. The slam of the spy’s body slamming into the steel walls echoed throughout the entire hallway, and left the second Pentagon spy clutching himself in horror. Aside from that, all he heard was Scorpion hollering the words, “How much does the pentagon know?!!! Why did they send you here?!!! How much did you tell them?!!!! ANSWER ME!!!!!” And with each unanswered question, came more and more loud noises, he heard someone being slammed all across the room, the spy could hear Scorpion punching and kicking the spy, that’s how big his blows were. By the time it grew quiet, the spy heard a body fall to the floor, as Scorpion opened the door. Scorpion slowly approached the prison doors, wiping massive amounts of blood from his hands, as he grabbed the second, now terrified spy, and took him into the room.

Once they entered, Scorpion shoved the spy into the center of the room. He looked around, as the one light seemed to only shine in the center of the room, the rest was almost pitch black, like being in solitary confinement. What the spy could see was the blood of his former comrade spilled all over the floor, with his body being nowhere to be seem. He began to shake as he trembled backwards away from Scorpion, knowing it would do him no good.

Scorpion: Now, for the last time, why did the pentagon send you here? I know they sent you, I just want to know why. Why did you come here?
Spy#1:.....
Scorpion: *Chuckles* You must have balls, I’ll give you that, kid....mind if I share with you, a short story? It was around 1996, the time when I was still in Foxhound. You heard of Foxhound?

The spy simply nodded.

Scorion: Good, then you know who Big Boss is, don’t you?
Spy#1: Y-y-yeah....
Scorpion: Well, this was around the time I received the codename of Scorpion from him. He chose me, because of my interrogation tactics. You see, Big Boss saw me as an expert in this specific field. I knew how to get into a man’s head without any problems. The key to interrogation, in order to truly get answers out of someone, is to use a mix of both psychological and physical torture. You continue to beat the living hell out of the one being interrogated, as you interrogate him however, you have to give him the acknowledgement that you will have no problem to kill him if he doesn’t answer you.
Spy#1: W-what do you mean?
Scorpion: You see...I will have no problem killing you in a most brutal fashion should you not answer my questions...
Spy#1: I-I can’t!
Scorpion: *stops grinning, and clutches his fist.* Have it your way...

The spy tried to move back, but Scorpion grabbed him by the head, and tossed him right into the wall. As he slid down from the wall to his knees bloodied, Scorpion stood back, and ran at the spy, stomping his massive steel toe boot into the young spy’s chest, spilling blood from his mouth, right on Scorpion’s kevlar. The man was daised, he couldn’t breath, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, all he could do, was watch in horror as the terrifying behemoth pummeled him to an inch of his life.

Scorpion could take no more, he simply grabbed the spy by his neck, and began to clutch the spy’s neck. Tighter and tighter, his massive hand started to squeeze the breath, and squeeze the life out of the spy’s lungs. Blood was literally gushing out of his mouth, spilling all over his face, on the floor, and on Scorpion’s hand. Suddenly, as Scorpion stared down on the spy’s bloodied face, he suddenly saw the face of a member of his platoon, and reflected back in the POW camps, and how Scorpion and his fellow platoon soldier were the only two from Scorpion’s old platoon to have survived the Iranian POW camps...and worst of all, how Scorpion was forced to do the exact same thing to his only comrade left in order to escape. Suddenly, Scorpion released the spy from his clutches, and stepped back. He looked down on the spy as he continued to gurgle blood from his mouth, twitching, when Scorpion just grabbed his handgun from his hollster, and pointed it right at the spy’s face.

Scorpion: Forget it, you’re no good to us, so why should I keep.....no....*chuckles* Hahahaha....you can still talk, boy. If I had crushed your throat, you wouldn’t be able to really have swallowed as much blood as you have. I can tell, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this, if I HAD crushed your throat, there’d be MUCH more blood everywhere. I think you’ve had enough. Maybe I should just let you rest your lungs, hahahaha, because you’re going to be using them at the top of your lungs tomorrow.

He then put his gun away, and began wiping blood off of his hands, and began to continue pondering his past.

Scorpion: Do you know where Big Boss found me when I joined Foxhound?

The spy, still unable to speak, simply nodded as blood continued to flow off of his face, and on the floor.

Scorpion: In the desert, wandering aimlessly. It had been almost two years, of just endless heat, followed up by the coldest weather no man should ever endure. I couldn’t see clearly, I couldn’t think, I didn’t even know which way I was heading at that point. The desert just kept playing tricks on me, I’d always think I’d be seeing an American, or a comrade, and just get side tracked. Two years, TWO years...I survived off of the small berries found on cactus’, and off of whatever animals I could find. Vultures, lizards...you name it. Would you like to know WHY I was in the desert for so long? Simple...it was 1980, the Iranian hostage crisis. My platoon was sent in to investigate a section of a rural desert nearby the Iranian, Saudi border. But it was a setup. Almost two thirds of my platoon was wiped out, only leaving me, one young soldier, two other soldiers and our commander. The first two soldiers died within the first week of the torture we all endured in those POW camps. Our commander lasted about a year, heh, he was quite a strong individual, but the Iranian soldiers eventually hung him as a warning to the other Americans...huh...a warning to unseeing eyes if you ask me. Two years had passed, and NOTHING. My country had abandoned me, and left me to rot in a dirty little cell. I had lost whatever sanity I had left. I just wanted to get out. So, one night, I grabbed the only comrade I had left, the only comrade, the only friend I had left, and started strangling him. I knew what I was doing, the damage had to look external to get any guards’ attention. They wanted us alive, and no matter how painful their torture was, we both knew they couldn’t afford to kill us, hense why we both lasted so long. So what I did, was squeeze my comrade’s neck hard enough to crush his throat. He wasn’t dead though, he was pretty soon, but he lived long enough to be used as I had planned. As he stayed on the floor with blood literally shooting out of his mouth, I hollered for the guards. Hahaha, they both saw him, and ran in trying to help him. Once they came in, I grabbed one of the two guards, and broke his neck. Before the second guard could open fire on my battered body, I grabbed him by the top of his head, and crushed his skull with my bare hands. I then managed to escape the POW camp and into the desert, killing at least 12 other men along the way. The rest never ran after me, hehehe, they were too afraid to, hense why I received a little nickname, “The executioner.” I murdered people in the most brutal fashion, and left other soldiers in terror. Big Boss knew of my abilities, and found me in the desert half dead, but he came in via helicopter, and took me back to the United States. I joined him in Foxhound, and assisted in the creation of Outer Heaven. I was their top interrogator, I surpassed that of Revolver Ocelot, a former Foxhound interrogator. He was forced to keep prisoners alive, and so were the Iranians, but I’m different, I either get information, or I kill. It makes no difference to me. That’s why Big Boss was such an outstanding employer, you need to keep your employees happy when running an organization like Foxhound, and believe me, I enjoy every minute of torture I endure on you worthless people.

Scorpion then signalled a small camera in the room as two Phoenix units entered the room. The light of the door opening in the small dark room revealed blood stains all over the walls and floor, and the brutally beaten bloodied body of the first government spy lying on the floor face first in a pool of blood.

Scorpion: Don’t worry, we’ll continue our little interrogation tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that, until you either spill what information you have on us, or die. One way or another, you’re not going back home, heeehahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!