Let the good times roll. (Snake)

What a day it was to Snake. Within the past couple of days he not only was dragged from his 'World' for some ..war, but was also given his youth again. Whoever had brought him back really wanted to toy with fate, Snake didn't like that. Go figure, he thought he was done with war, but it was just starting again for him. I still don't like the idea of being used for war. Who knows how many countless lives have been brought here and used as tools for these gods? They're no better than the Patriots. Snake thought as he traveled through the city streets once more. The mix of desolate and groups of people had a nice balance, but it was no Alaska. The cool breeze and large snowy terrain called out to Snake, he missed those days. Though there wasn't much gain for creating such desire. His soliton radar was up and working again too. The soldier didn't use it too much and it was pretty unreliable during battle, but it was a nice incentive to have around. Ever since it activated Snake had scouted out the area and it created a handy map of the area for him.

Many blips appeared on his radar. Every dot on his radar signified a person. There were a few lone people on the radar, but Snake never really thought much into interacting with them. It was possible that any of them, or most of them could have just appeared on the World lost as he was. Snake wasn't more of an informant than a soldier and spy. However if it wasn't for the kid and Raiden intervening with Snake he would have probably still been lost. Out of curiosity Snake decided to single out one of the dots on his radar and approach them. They're not that far away, simple enough. He had then made his way towards the person of interest through many streets and ally-ways. Usually Snake would be more quiet when sneaking around, but he wasn't really sneaking. Once he got closer to the target on the radar he slowed down some and the person seemed to have good hearing. She had heard his footsteps coming from behind and turned around to face him. Snake was standing about five feet away when he stopped. I've heard that one too many times.
Thought Snake in response to her.

"Good ear. You can call me Snake." Said Snake as his eyes trailed up and down her body, analyzing her in a professional manner. She's pretty on edge, she must have arrived here. "No need to be tense. We're all caught in the middle of this thing. Being jumpy will just raise you suspicion." His eyes caught attention to her 9mm pistol. "A 9milimeter pistol, Beretta M9, good weapon of choice for someone like you." Was this person a solider? Possibly one from Earth? "Were you a part of a division? Or did you train yourself?" As a solider himself, Snake related to other solider types. It was something to get him into conversation.

At first the woman seemed difficult, but eventually she eased up. He knew the situation all too well. A gun pointed at him, possibly even by a rookie, he knew they weren't going to shoot ..they never do. It was good for Snake that she also knew a thing or two about pistols. A custom Baretta huh? Reminds me of my SOCOM. Thought the solider as he grabbed her pistol when she offered. His eyes ran over the gun as he got a feel for it. Pointing the gun away from her he looked down the barrel and did some basic movement tests and poses. He continued to do this as she told her story. Snake was listening the whole time, despite seeming distracted. At the end of her first blurb he held the gun by the barrel and handed it back to her. Monsters? The way she described the attacks sounded like Jurassic Park or Godzilla. "Being trained at such young age to kill is a pretty exhilarating experience isn't it?" Snake said, not wanting to start conflict with child soldiers. His father Big Boss was training child soldiers before he infiltrated Outer Heaven. Raiden also was another child solider that was trained by his very own brother, Solidus Snake. Even he himself was a child solider. It's just a cycle that never seems to be broken.

"Stealth is a technique that well benefits you when mastered. Without stealth we'd never be able to survive." Darting his eyes off to the side he surveyed the area to make sure they weren't being watched as she went on. "We all have our own monsters to fight, do you truly think this place is better?" Questioned Snake. "It may seem peaceful on the outside, but stuck between some war between beings that have out of our world powers isn't something I'd like to call home." Snake looked away as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his vest. Snake, you shouldn't smoke. It's bad for your health. Yet again Snake experienced another flashback. As he lit his cigarette and pulled in for the first drag he looked over at Christina. "I know it's a bad habit, and even when given the chance to quit we just fall right back into them." Two streams of smoke escaped from Snakes nose and started to stink up the area. Lucky Strikes was his favorite brand, though he switched from time to time. To be polite he let her continue on with her story and let her finish.

"Losing someone close in a place that's unfamiliar always leaves you uneasy. What you've been doing though ..-searching the world endlessly, is what's showing effort." Taking another drag Snake closed his eyes, tilting his head back to hold in the smoke. Once he felt the rush he expelled the smoke into the air above him. After the drag he flicked the cigarette off tot he side, making sure it landed somewhere where it wouldn't start a fire. "I'll help you find your son. It happens one too many times where kids are lost and become trained killers. Unlike us, though, they're trained with different ideals and norms, their sense of reality twisted into the one who trains them." She also mentioned that she wanted to know his story. His story was more of a set of feature films rather then some chapter in a book. It wasn't relevant to her, but she did 'entertain' him with her life.

"My life isn't something that can be turned into some novel. The horrors of war and your own government betraying you is something that far goes beyond your monsters. My own monsters, the Patriots, are what created me and caused their own downfall." Clearly he didn't look pleased. "I was made out to be a legendary hero to replace my father's living legacy. I'm not too fond of the title 'hero' and never will be." He said the word hero with malice. "Spending all day talking about my past is something you don't want to experience and it's not going to help finding your son either. The only thing you need to know is that I've done many things I'm not proud of and I've been trained extensively to do those things." He started walking forward away from Christina. "I suggest we start looking now." It was obvious that he wanted to keep his past a secret.