Metal Gear: The First Grade
Tactical Educational Action
Tactical Educational Action
"Snake. Snake! Snaaaaaaaaake!" The teachers ruler slammed down on his desk with a crack.
Brown eyes darted forward seeing an angry teacher hovering over him. "Yes, Mr. Faust."
The teacher straightened up, finally having caught the attention of his lacking pupil. "You can stop day dreaming, and tell me what your opinion of war is."
"War, war never changes." The bell suddenly rang before Snake could finish. He darted out of the classroom.
Snake could hear the teacher yelling for him to stop, yet a dull roar erupted into an onslaught of children shifting and preparing to move about the halls. Snake easily disappeared into the crowd.
Snake risked a peek over his shoulder. It was unbelievable, Mr. Faust was still in pursuit, and why was there a red exclamation mark hovering over his head?
Snake checked his watch, approximately thirty two seconds until the alert mode ended. Snake had to disappear before being spotted again. He ducked around the corner into another hallway and spotted an empty but open locker and climbed inside shutting it behind himself.
After about ten more seconds, Mr. Faust had slipped into caution mode but was no longer actively pursuing snake. The children also began to disperse from the hallways and into classrooms. Not Snake though, he had enough of this today.
As things seemed clear, the hallways were barren and Snake exited the locker. Now, to egress from the secure educational facility.
Snake pulled out his small radio, "Colonel, this is snake."
Onomatopoeia time "Chhh" the radio buzzed "This is Cambell, go ahead."
"I've successfully evaded all pursuers. Now, what is my mission?" Snake replied.
"Your mission is to infiltrate the enemy fortress of Foxhound High. Your objective is located in their dining facility. You are to successfully gain entry unnoticed, acquire some decent food, and return without raising any alarm." Campbell chimed out.
"Awww, come on Matt, that one is too hard!" Snake complained.
"Fine, just meet us at the club then. Oh, and don't call me Matt. It's colonel, damn it!" The radio went silent.
"The club! Yes!" Snake really enjoyed the club, despite how hard it was to get to.
Just as Snake was starting to celebrate, it seemed he had company. Great, that hallway patrolling bitch. She was so ugly, and fat, and such a teachers pet too. Snake would have to get past her in order to get to the club.
She was closing in on his location too. Sweat formed on his grow, his heart thudded in his chest as he was nervous and filled with tension. He could fight her, if he had to, but then he would have to escape the school.
As she was about to come around the corner, Snake finally formulated a plan. He turned around and ran the other way. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?
"Who's there!" The hall guard shouted!
By the time she was around the corner though, Snake was gone. She stood there dumbfounded. The hallway was a dead end, and she knew she had heard somebody.
Snake was fighting back laughter. He was inside of a cardboard box, peering through a curved cut out where hands would usually lift it. Of course, there were about twenty other boxes around him, and that fat obnoxious girl was surely too lazy to check them all.
It worked, she seemed to be nothing but confused at this point, as she shrugged and walked away. "I've got to tell Campbell about this one!"
As she disappeared from view, Snake hoisted the box off of himself and proceeded to walk down the hallway. Of course, this time he was being very cautious about it so as to not run into the hall guard again.
"Snake! I've got you now!" Crap, it was Mr. Faust again! "Not only did you leave my class without being dismissed, you're wandering the hallways now too?"
"Well, I was trying to get to my next class, but some crazy teacher was chasing me!" Snake objected, profaning his innocence. Really though, what was the point. He was already captured.
"Well, you can write about it, in detention." Mr. Faust began scribbling on a piece of paper, a pink colored detention slip.
"Oh, come on! You don't have to give me a detention!" Snake pouted, knowing his precious afternoon would be wasted.
Mr. Faust rubbed his chin momentarily thinking about an alternative. "Fine, you're going to do extra credit for me then. A one thousand word essay on your opinion of war."
"Yes sir!" Snake snapped to attention. He was a glutton of war movies, and loved action games.
"Now get to class." Mr. Fuast snapped at Snake.
Snake ran off down the hallway. Class? Yeah right, he had to get to the club, and quickly.
After coming to a halt, he found himself kneeling down on the ground. The grate was still loose, he pulled it off and crawled into the air duct. A string on the grate allowed him to pull it closed behind himself. After traversing about twenty feet in the air duct, he pushed open another air duct and emerged into a room.
"You're late." Campbell spoke calmly. "You should have been here about ten minutes ago."
Snake dusted himself off while slowly standing up. He apparently put Campbell on the pay no mind list as he instantly went for the snacks.
Campbell seemed annoyed, "I'm asking you how you got held up. Don't tell me you were compromised and then came here anyway?"
As if to answer Campbell's question, shadows shot under the door of the janitor's closet, and the metal knob began to turn slowly.
"Shit, this isn't good, you've lead them to us Snake!" Campbell quickly climbed up into the ceiling, placing the ceiling tile down behind him.
That left Snake exposed, and in the open. "Shoot, might as well try the box trick again." Snake mumbled to himself, hearing a set of keys slip into the door knob.
Snake quickly climbed behind some cleaning supplies and into the darkest corner of the room whilst pulling out his cardboard box and equipping it over himself. He was no longer directly in the line of sight, however, he was positive his box would stand out.
