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The past few months had gone by rather uneventful for a certain scientist. He could even call it boring at times- but then again, almost anything could be considered boring in the wake of being caught up in what could have been a nuclear attack that could destroy the free world. Having some down time was nice and all, but he couldn't help but feel he should be doing more.
After Shadow Moses, he returned to his apartment in Detroit, where he spent most of his time in his room… surrounded by countless wires and machinery as he earned a comfortable living by utilizing his programming skills in order to create new hardware and the sort. He found the job dissatisfying- he loved computing and all, but it was such a great waste of his skills to make mere programs for a general audience. Needless to say, working for the government was a lot more interesting but after Shadow Moses, he swore to himself to never work for such a large corporation again. Otacon refused to allow his talents to be used for anything besides what he wanted them to be used for- if that made any sense… so a bit of boredom seemed to be a good trade-off for his moral sanity.
Of course, he found other ways to occupy himself. When he wasn't working, he would find himself on his PlayStation or some other system, wasting his time away playing games. However, there was also one other thing he did with his time that would prove to be much more important than playing old Nintendo games. Just because he broke away from working from the government didn't mean that he didn't like to keep up on what was going on.
Otacon would often find himself spending hours upon hours hacking into government organizations' networks, surfing through every damned page in order to catch up on the latest information.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he seated himself in front of his laptop. His fingers moved swiftly and efficiently as he logged into the network, using a ghost IP address so he couldn't be tracked- getting caught would be, needless to say, very bad for poor Hal. The man bit his bottom lip as he looked over a series of codes and such- it was always such a tedious task, trying to decipher hidden messages created to confuse unwanted visitors like him. This certain message had been such a problem for him to break that Hal knew from the start that this is where the real dirt was. For almost an entire month, he had been keeping an eye on this particular code and it wasn't until the past few days that it began to make sense. He squinted slightly, trying to make sense of a particular phrase. Michael Greg- mtlae agre- oh, dammit, I'm so close. C'mon, Otacon… And then it hit him.
Metal gear.
He sucked in a breath, reading over the paragraph to confirm what he read was true… and there was no doubt about it. His stomach sank and his hand gripped the mouse until his knuckles were white. What now? Really… what was there to do now? If he told any government organization, there was no doubt that he'd get pulled in to do more research and that was something he was dead set against doing. But at the same time, if he let such news go unnoticed for too long, it could lead to catastrophic repercussions.
The man sat in a stunned silence for a while, mulling over the options until finally… Snake. But he hadn't spoken to the guy since Shadow Moses- and it wasn't like they were long-time pals; he only knew the man for a day. Plus, wasn't he with that Meryl chick? Surely, he didn't want to be bothered by some nerd while he was living out his happily ever after.
But still… if he couldn't tell Snake, who else was there? He chewed on his bottom lip as he dug out his long-forgotten codec from the mountain of old gadgets and switched it on. He dialed in onto the soldier's frequency.
"Snake? Snake, do you read me?"
 

Snake suddenly stopped and knelt down in the Alaskan weather as he had his parka and heavy clothes on just out on a walk with acankridge was near by. "Otacon?...", Snake gurgled some as he looked around, "I read you..." He said quickly as he listened for the reply from Otacon.
 
Otacon was just as surprised when Snake answered as the soldier was when he had called. Hal couldn't fathom why Snake had kept his codec on after all this time and more so, still wore it on his person.

"I don't know if I've caught you at a bad time, Snake, but I've been going through some of the government's files." And by 'going through the goverment's files', he meant 'hacking through so many illegal files, my level of badassery has gone thorugh the roof'... but that wasn't the point. "Snake, they're planning on making a new metal gear." He fell silent for a moment, unsure of how to explain it efficiently. "I haven't found out much about the details... but there's no mistaking it. It's Shadow Moses all over again."
 

Snake paused, "Metal...gear..." He froze for a second the Alaskan cold air didn't bother him while he thought of the ramifications of what would happen if they made another. "I...didn't stay with Maryl...", He said quickly, "I ...just...need some place to...settle down...for now until...I can get ready to ...stop them from making a new Metal Gear...another...Shadow Moses..." He said coldly as he knelt there in the cold snow in his suit from the original operation when he was sent into the nuclear storage facility.
 
"You didn't stay with Meryl?" Otacon's voice showed both shock and concern; the two seemed perfect for each other- and it wasn't like she had a bad personality either, from what he had heard of her. However, his worry seemed to take over the confusion when he heard the man's tone. What was going on over there? The guy was tough as nails, but he sounded like he was struggling with something. "What's wrong? You can stay with me, Snake."
 

Snake suddenly shook it out of him, "Good Otacon, we need to do some recon on the information you just go about the Metal Gear, ...and I am in the cold of the Alaskan weather. I am near the city Ankridge and I am going to stop there for now. I hope we can meet there." He gained his confidence back some but besides the cold he felt something inside him change as he talked to Otacon. The Metal Gear was one concern and then ...he was the other. He couldn't shake his mind of the feeling but he hid it for now. It was more important that they find out where they were going to launch or create this Metal Gear.
 
The male chewed on the inside of his cheek. He wished he had more information to give to the man, but he had only found out about this moments ago. Otacon figured that he'd be able to understand a lot more from now on since he understood the code. However, that wasn't what mattered at this moment- Metal Gear would have to wait until they're face-to-face and able to come up with a plan of action. The thing that worried Hal was Snake's health. "Snake!" He scolded, "What're you doing out there? You'll freeze to death."
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he adjusted his glasses. "I'm in Detroit, so it'll take a couple of hours for me to catch a plane and fly to Alaska," he replied. "Could you meet me at the airport then?"
 

Snake flinched some as he hadn't done it before with Otacon...had living with Maryl decreased his ability to withstand the way Otacon talked to him. When he arrived at Ankridge he went to the airport and sat in the main lobby waiting for Otacon to come and pick him up. He had left the colonel behind and everybody so he hadn't nobody to focus on. While waiting he lit up a cig and took a puff off of it and waited for him.
 
Hal didn't need to pack much of anything to go onto the plane: all he needed was his laptop, really. After donning himself a winter jacket in order to brave the Alaskan weather (although he most likely didn't even need to walk out of the airport), Otacon hopped into his car and drove to the airport, managing to board a plane to Anchorage after someone had cancelled their reservations.
Within several hours, the plan landed in the tundra state and Hal made his way down the walkway- his legs needed a good stretch. It wasn't too hard to spot Snake, either. There were only so many rough-looking, ex-soldiers smoking a cigarette in an airport. It felt somewhat strange seeing the man after the extended absence, but he was glad that that they were in each other's presence once again.

"It amazes me how you haven't keeled over from lung cancer with how many of those you smoke."
 

Snake smirked, "Otacon ...you should try it. It helps out in those cold night that you have trouble going to sleep or walking through the tundra." He said gruffly as he normally did as he stood and finished his smoke and threw it to the ground and snuffed it out. "Now lets head out...we need to get out of here so I can get out there and stop another menace from starting on the planet.", Snake said as he began to walk looking back at him waiting for him. Unlike before he didn't force his words he just waited something that Snake didn't do a lot.
 
"I'd rather not," Otacon said, wrinkling his nose, "My body isn't as indestructable as yours." It seemed like nothing could take down the legendary soldier. The man shifted slightly when Snake got up to leave- typical for the guy to have his mind set solely on the mission (even if there wasn't anything substantial yet). It wasn't all to great of 'hello', but it was nothing more than he expected out of the man. Hal was surprised when Snake turned and waited for him and Otacon was quick to fish out the boarding passes and stepped quickly over to Dave, handing him one. "I don't have any information about Metal Gear besides the fact that it's being made," he admitted. Otacon wasn't able to get access to the internet at the high altitude he was at while flying here.
 

Snake looked at him, "Otacon, connect...we need to find out more." His voice shortened some as he looked over at the computer geek again and then shook his head as he realized something in him was like changing and he couldn't figure it out. "Can ...you get a single out here?", He asked freezing a tiny bit though he hoped Otacon didn't realize it.
 
"I've tried," Otacon replied sullenly. "But it's too risky hacking into a satellite directly in order to gain any sort of access- and by the time I do, we'd be halfway home," he stated. Hal gave a worried frown and roll of his eyes before removing his jacket and draping it over Snake's shoulders. "Trust me on this, it'll be best if we wait until we're back in Detriot- now that I know how to access the information, it won't take me long at all to get the rest of the data."
 

Snake looked at Otacon, "Ota..." He froze as he had the coat on his shoulder as he blushed then shook his head quickly just accepting it silently, "When does our plane take off?" Snake said as he looked at Otacon more and more though he disguised the looks as if he wanted information.
 
Hal couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the other's blush and he quickly lowered his head to hide the small grin. Once he regained his composure, his gaze shifted back to the other male. "Pretty soon," he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It's probably best that we board now- although I'm not quite looking forward to sitting around for another few hours," he mused.
 

Snake sighed, "Well at least we will be getting deeper on this..." He looked down and then looked at him, "What gate?" He asked as he didn't reject the coat and kept it on but didn't hold onto it still feeling awkward or slightly different. waiting for Otacon's response.
 
"Yeah," Otacon replied. Although it was good to know that he'd be able to get to the bottom of this, it was still disheartening that another metal gear was made after everything that had gone down in Shadow Moses. "Er...B2," he stated after gazing down at his boarding pass.

...But enough of Metal Gear, it was a bit of a bad topic for lighthearted conversation. "So, how've you been the past few months?"
 

Again Otacon did another attack without him knowing as Snake flinched, "I...have been living with Maryl...but ...things didn't work out. I left her a note saying I was leaving and not coming back." He said softly as he looked up at the gates thinking when to enter them and to enter the plane but he wasn't going to object to talking with Otacon about this. They had some lighthearted talks in Shadow Moses for all they were worth before he dove into danger again to stop the next world war.
 
"What happened, Snake?" Otacon asked, truly confused. How long ago did the guy walk out on her? Meryl aside, he would have hated to hear that the poor guy was stuck without a home for too long. "You two didn't get in a fight, did you?" His worried gaze was only broken for a moment as he handed one of the attendents his boarding pass in order to go up the walkway to enter the plane.
 

Snake just looked down as he looked at him, "Maryl...just...wasn't want I was hoping...I don't know. Its not easy to explain." Snake was not used to this and it was hard for him to express himself to Otacon. Even though the computer geek was more or less emotional he wasn't. He was hardened by war and by how it had effected him though he knew what he had to keep. They walked up the walk way toward the plane. "Just...I wished that she was but I couldn't face her...so I left her a note...pretty low of me huh?", He said quickly giving a pathetic smirk.
 
"I think I understand," he replied. Otacon knew from the start that Snake wasn't exactly the type of guy who was good at showing or even explaining his feelings- and although Hal was no expert on relationships, he seemed to comprehend the general idea: there was no animosity- just no mutual feelings. The scientist managed a small smile before saying, "I'm not going to lie- that's a pretty bad way to break up with someone." Well, better to be honest than to sugar-coat things. "But it's not like you could change it- and it's better that you at least did something than wait around too long."
Once they got onto the plane, they were greeted by the flight attendents before Hal found an empty set of seats in the middle of the plane.
 

Snake grumbled when he sat down and looked over at Otacon, "Otacon, I can't smoke in places this anymore...stupid global laws." Snake said as he tried but the attendant took it and then walked off and threw it. His face sneered as the attendant gave him a weird look and disgusted look. Snake chuckled, "The civilians haven't changed at all..." He said slowly looking at him.
 
The man gave a small snort before saying, "Good. It's about time you go more than a few minutes without one of those in your mouth." He adjusted his glasses, gaze shifting out the window for a moment before returning to Snake. "You talk as if these 'civilians' are an entirely different species from you, Snake," he replied with a small grin. "And to be honest, you haven't changed at all, either."
 

Snake smirked, "I am a hardened veteran and I don't change for nobody." He said as he tried again and again was attacked by the attendant as he smirked. "Heh heh...", He said as he looked at him, "What have you been doing Otacon...last I saw you were securing an escape route from Shadow Moses..." He continued, "What did you do after that? " He asked.
 
"Typical," Otacon chuckled, but then he shook his head at the man when he pulled out another cigarette, which was promptly taken away. "You know, if you keep trying to light up, you're going to get us both kicked off the plane," he grumbled, rolling his eyes at the other.

Hal shrugged. "Nothing too big, really. I quit working for the government and now I'm hired on commission by small companies. The work's pretty easy compared what I used to do, but I keep myself busy nosing into government files," he gave a sheepish grin at his own inability to suppress his hacking skills. "Which is how I found out about metal gear."
 
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