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Fox turned his back on his comrade. "We have to keep moving" Fox stated as he turned on his camo "Hope you can follow" He spoke as he began running through the forest.

Jumping over fallen tree, fliping over debris from the helicopters. He spotted one of the other helicopters that got shot down.

Fox deactivated his camo and slowly walked up the the blazing wreckage, he scouted the area. Turn back to Viking "There are no sign's of dead body's either they made it out before the crash, or they survived the fall and continued on the mission"

Fox looked into the sky black smoke had filled the forest above them.
"I'm surprized there hasn't been anything or anyone who came to view the wreckage" Fox paused for a moment. "Or they already came and are gone" Fox chucked. As he turned his camo back on and started his run through the forest again.

Massacre saw them...two of the FOXHOUND agents: Fox and Viking. He started to shake with happiness.

"Fox...you are so close...soon your blood shall decorate my blade. However, we do not need this other fool inturrupting us. I should kill him...but we need to leave some of them alive. But not you Fox. Today, you get to face Death here..." He thought for a moment. What is the most effective way to separate these two. Massacre then looked twords the base, and grinned wickedly. He then activated his comlink.
"HQ...I order you to perform an artillery strike at coordinates 17.34.2. Do it now..."

"But sir! We have patrols near there. If we conduct a strike now they will surely be killed. If you would give us a moment we can re-locate the soli-" The solidier was cut off.

"In a moment I will come up there and gut you like a fish! No attack now!" Massacre commanded.

"Y-yes sir..." HQ shut off, followed by the sound of mortar fire in the distance. The area around him became a sea of flames as the mortar rounds exploded causing destruction everywhere.

"This should be enough to confuse them! Now Fox...Come to me!"

Fox's camo was still activated as he saw the same being that attacked their helicopters. You couldn't see it but Fox's face was lit up with a grin.

He motor rounds where blasting around him as Fox charged at the man. One motor came right above Fox, with a second Fox's sword appeared and cut the round splitting it in two, all you saw was a charging sword.

Fox flipped over a crater caused by one of the many mortar's. Fox de-activated his camo showing his black metallic body glowing vibrantly from the sun's ray's above. Fox looked like a true hero indeed.

Fox stood before Massacre, his red eye glowed. "So, I finally get to face you in combat, I didn't think I would ever see you again after the war." Fox took a few steps "Do you remember, Do you remember me.... Isaac...." Fox's faceplate lifted up revealing his face. "Do you remember".

When Fox removed his mask, Massacre's eyes grew wide. Then, he started to chuckle, which eventually turned into an outburst of laughter.

"David! So you are Fox!? This is great! I was saddened when I thought you had died in that war. It pained me that I wouldn't get to kill you myself!" Massacre grinned wickedly.

"We were on the same side in that war, but you wanted to kill me..." Fox said cooly. "You truly are a traitorous bastard. Maybe...I felt the same way twords you."

"Traitor? No, I am no traitor. I wasn't allied with anyone back then. I only wanted one thing: The battlefield stained with red. If you hadn't supposedly died in that war I would have killed you myself. But now I don't have to worry. I can kill you here!" Massacre drew his VibroKatanas.

"Isaac, I will kill you today personally. You killed everyone in that war with no purpose. You aren't a solidier. You're just a common killer."

"Of course I killed them! If I didn't who would?" Fox seemed puzzled by this question. "Most people die natually in the most boring ways, going out with a whimper rather than a bang. However, I make their deaths as eloquent as possible. They're probably thanking me in Hell right now!" Massacre laughed.

"Isaac, you've completely lost it. No matter. You will be a bloody pile at the end of this!" Fox readied himself.

"No...I am no longer Isaac anymore. I am Massacre now, scourge of the battlefield. Come let's begin!" Massacre charged swinging his first sword horizontally the other vertically. Fox dodged both and countered with a stab from his righthand blade. Massacre parried and swung upwards. Fox guarded but was pushed back. However as Massacre tried to move in for a follow-up attack Fox spun, blocking Massacre's katanas and cutting his chest. Massacre staggered back. Suddenly, the torn suit squeezed and morphed back together.

"So this is a HIAA Skull Suit. Impressive survival technology..." Fox commented. Massacre touched where his would was.

"So I've been cut. Only you could do this David...no you are not the same man you were. Fox! Show me the strength which allowed you to survive that war!" Massacre held both katanas out, standing defensively, ready to attack.

"Massacre....I'm going to enjoy cutting you to pieces today!" Fox said, poised to attack as well.

Viking noticed the incoming barrage and started running in a direction that he thought and hoped was safe from the trajectory and blast radii of the rapidly descending artillery. At the last opportunity before impact, he dived forward into an evasive roll. He was almost recovered from the maneuver, which should end in a crouched position, but the shell which he had so narrowly evaded detonated behind him, sending forth a shock wave which interrupted the end of the maneuver, causing him to be pushed forward, resulting in the operative to be forced face down on the ground.

There he lied, near the tree line, for a few moments before he could make a recovery. Viking didn't move until the explosions had ceased. When his hearing started returning, he could hear the sounds of melee combat behind him over the sharp ring in his ears. The temporary deafness wore off slowly, getting progressively better with each massing second.

Looking around with his eyes, Viking couldn't detect any signs of immediate danger, other than whomever the combatants were behind him, it being safe to assume the one of them was Fox. And so, Viking made an effort to get to his feet again, using his arms, knees and feet. He was able to stiffly right himself, wincing mildly as he ignored the numerous small bruises, scrapes and cuts he had acquired. His injuries were, however, minor and he would more than be able to continue.

Viking brushed himself as he turned around. When he looked up he found that his assumption had been correct. Gray Fox was engaged in combat with an adversary unknown to Viking. But there was no reason not to believe the maniacal fighter was affiliated with Ares. Not wanting to interrupt, Viking stood there watching the two powerful warriors clash. Like most things, Viking understood the concept of why he shouldn't interfere. He typically understood most peoples' views of concepts and ideas. Whether or not he agreed with them was entirely different. In this case, if hew didn't know Fox would disapprove of Viking's aid, he would have charged, in guns blazing, in a heart beat. That was the practical and arguably the most intelligent thing to do. But Viking respected Fox, as well as trusted in his abilities. Fox was more than capable of handling himself.

There was a sliding and chinking of metal, coupled with the scuffling of feed and clothing that came from behind. Viking instinctively dropped down and turned, pulling out one of his pistols. He had been correct and instantly began to fire upon the enemy force that had attempted to ambush his position. Viking managed to inflict critical wounds in many of the soldiers. A few were temporarily disabled, and a couple shots had been lethal.

Viking dove to the side to evade the hail of fire of those that remained. They all wielded automatic rifles, of which they held down the trigger and pointed in his general direction. A sign of poor marksmanship. These could not have been the highest level of troops Ares had to offer. Hell, not even mid level. No, these men were probably the lowest ranked soldiers, and were, as one would guess, easy to dispatch. This is something that Viking did with minimal effort. He did so by drawing his second pistol, the first was low on rounds. With a gun in each hand, he unloaded the remainder of his first clip and many shots from his fresh one into the chests and heads of the Ares scouting squad.

Once he'd finished firing and the uninvited guests lie strewn about the ground, Viktor rose up to his full height and surveyed the scene before him, noting the clashing of the two behind him that was still taking place. He walked forward to inspect the downed squadron. He gave each corpse a swift, steel-toed, nudge to the closest sensitive area to ensure that each man was indeed no longer living. The few that groaned or moved were quickly silenced by a bullet to the skull.

After Viking was certain they were all dead, he rummaged through the contents of their uniforms and what not for anything of use. He mostly just stocked up on ammunition. Viking then forsook the bodies and began walking out to the field of fresh craters, causally replacing the empty clips in his pistols with a fresh pair. Stopping at the tree line, he looked out to the field of battle at his comrade who was expertly holding his own against the unknown foe, whom was equally masterful in the ways of combat.

Viking once again felt the urge to assist, though he quickly suppressed his pragmatism and thought of a different plan with which to assist his brother in arms. Holstering his pistols, Viking climbed the tree he was standing next to. There he sat, perched, remaining vigilant of the surrounding area. He reached up and over his back, moving past his shotgun, to retrieve his rifle from one his two back carrying cases.

"You take care of him," Viking said softly to Fox, aware of the fact that Fox would not hear him, "and I'll make sure no one interrupts you."

The two clashed on, each one moving like a blur, leaving only a rain of sparks as the four blades clashed.

"I've never been this excited! I'm having the time of my life!" Massacre said slashing away. Fox spun and did a backflip, slashing with each movement.

"Massacre, I can see how you got your name now, Isaac!" Fox mocked. Massacre charged forward.

"Don't call me that!!" He yelled as he pushed Fox back and slashed, the blow gracing his theigh. Fox looked down and smirked.

"That's one to one. Come, you can do better." Fox started to strafe left.

"The next one will be your neck!" Massacre followed after him, and they both clashed, never stopping. It was an equal bout. Fox then jumped back and threw a volley of throwing knives, and Massacre countered with knives of his own. Massacre began to laugh.

"I never would have taken you to be such a worthy opponent! Yes, Yes, this is the rush that I've been waiting for, this wonderful feeling of bloodlust! I never want it to end!" Massacre was about to charge, but suddenly fell to his knees, gripping his chest.

"Ugh, no!..The suit! Damn you Ares! Why do you interfere?!" Massacre slowly stood up. "N-next time....I will kill you next time!" He yelled loudly, and ran into the forest.

Viking remained perched on his tree, eyes glued to the insane dual that was taking place. He suddenly realized he was supposed to be keeping an eye out for interlopers. He raised his rifle and rigidly looked in various directions. When he was sure everything was still clear, he resumed watching the spectacle.

He returned to the fight in time to see Fox lash out with a flurry of knives, his enemy countering with his own. The two warriors were unbelievably skilled. Viking found it difficult to believe that the battle that was taking place before him was real.

It wasn't much longer, however, before it came to an abrupt close. Something happened to Fox's opponent, who clenched his chest before taking off into the woods. Seeing this, Viking jumped down and proceeded to walk over to Fox, sheathing his rifle on his back.
"So who the hell was that," he asked once he'd reached Fox.

Meanwhile -

The jump off of the Helicopter wasn't much of a big problem, yet it was somehow disturbing ... Panther had just thought about this entire scenario a second ago and now it was actually happening? A sarcastic smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched the two men jump off first. Eyes following the two before she decided to leap off too. It could have been worse, but Panther was a feline creature and jumping from heights - did any cat ever have a problem with that?

in mid air she threw her rifle around her left shoulder, arms stretched out to both sides as if she was about to spread wings and take off but she had other things in mind. Metal spikes shooting themselves out of her knuckles, she clenched her fists tightly while they dug themselves into the trees nearby.

Taking a leap across she landed on a thick branch still up in the tree tops. Crouched down she immediately scoped the area with her solid eye, the normal binocular mode wasn't much of a help because the trees had rather rich foliage and she just didn't have x-ray vision. She chuckled at that thought, remembering where the boys had leaped off she decided to go and find them, for all she knew they might have been in trouble already - who knew ...

A few paces north-east and her solid eye started to pick up on a few heat signatures - almost immediately intel was being shown on her display hub. And as it seemed, one of the guys she worked with was in fact in a fight. rolling her eyes ... "SO much for a stealthy mission ..." she hushed her way through the trees almost invisible to the naked eye. Closing in on the source, she wasn't going to use the communicator just yet - why let them know she was there and watching, she liked to observe.

Finding shelter in a nearby tree she watched the scene unfold, both men were displaying impeccable abilities, if she hadn't had such a big ego she'd admit that she was slightly impressed but that hadn't happened in a long time. Though even more surprising she found it that the guy Fox fought grabbed his chest and started running. Her eyebrows rose, grinning, this was rather hilarious to her.

'Click'

The sound of the communicator turned on -

"So the stealthy part is out of the window, they know we are here ... what do you guys suggest?"

"So the stealthy part is out of the window, they know we are here ... what do you guys suggest," asked a familiar female voice over Viking's codec. Panther had, as assumed, indeed survived the crash.

"It's good to hear from you, Panther," Viking replied plainly. "There was no way to be completely sure whether you made it OK without any contact from you. Anyway, yes, they seemed to have known we were coming. As much as a set back as that is, we should still resort to stealth. All they know right now is that a small contingent and one of their elite members made contact with two enemy soldiers. Unless you have had any encounters to add."

Massacre burst into the control room furious.

"Ares! What the hell do you think you are doing?! How dare you interupt my fight?" Massacre pointed a katana twords him. Ares just looked calmly at him.

"I was preventing you from damaging my plans. We still have no idea how much they know...I can't have you killing them just yet...You must remain patient." Ares voice was as emotionless as ever. Massacre shook his head.

"This has nothing to do with your plan! I finally find a worthy foe, someone who truly deserves to die by my hand, and you choose to stop me? That is unforgivable! I should kill you here!" Massacre looked at him with hatred.

"Fine, you may kill me...But in the end you won't get what you want...Why stop with one opponent when you could face the world? All I ask is for you to trust me." Ares took a step forward, the katana's tip touching his chest.

"Trust you? You ask me to trust you? When you use this suit to keep me contained? You must be joking!" Massacre held the blade at his neck.

"I see. Well then here. Take this as a sign of good faith. I need your power to make my plans become fruition." Ares handed Massacre a device.

"What is this?" Massacre asked.

"It is the control unit for your suit. I will no longer monitor you. I trust you, so I hope you can trust me." Ares walked away, his back turned to Massacre. Massacre turned to leave. "Oh, and one other thing...It seems that our information is being leaked somehow...We seem to have a traitor."

"A traitor?" Massacre asked. Ares nodded.

"Yes. I would like you to conduct an investigation on who it might be...and deal with them. I leave how it is done up to you..." Ares looked up at the monitor, schematics running across it with the acronym M.G.A.

"Fine. I'll see to it." Massacre left the room and entered the elevator. "Fool, you think I trust you. I'm only using you until I don't need you anymore. When the time comes....I will enjoy cutting your heart out..." Massacre started to laugh, as the elevator rose to the top.

As soon as Massacre left the room Ghost removed his cloak and crept from around the shadows. “Well it seems you’ve manage to piss him off in my absence” he uttered to which Ares replied “controlling madmen is what i do best. I didn’t even realize that you had returned. Have you done your part to set the tone for things to come?” Ghost replied “don’t worry the hostages have been taken to our secondary base and the bombs have been set. When you decide to announce yourself to the public you can do it with a bang. Also I sent troops to Shadow Moses in order to begin mass production preparations. As soon as the base schematics are complete and the prototype finished we can begin our assembly line. Now that that’s done I’m going to go entertain our guest a little bit.”

Ghost jumped in the elevator and rode it toward the top. Upon arriving at the top of the elevator he could see Massacre laughing and grinding his teeth anxiously awaiting some action.

“I hear you’ve been placed with finding the traitor and executing him. Well what do you say I have a better idea? If you don’t eliminate the traitor then he has more time to signal for help. When he does that more and more enemies will come. The more enemies that arrive the more fun we get to have. I understand that old relic told you not to eliminate the intruders but did he say anything about playing with them. I saw the replay monitor of your fight and am extremely curious to see what the outcome would be. Whaddya say how about a round 2. I’ll distract the other two while you get a rematch.” Ghost whispered with a large demonic grin on his face.

Massacre conidered his proposal, and laughed.

"My, my aren't we bold. I never took you as the type to disobey Ares. Unfortunatly I will have to pass. I don't need any help in fighting Fox, and the fools who follow him are no exception. When the time comes, all of their blood will decorate my blade. But, on a different note, why are you still here? You know, I've seen a certain, ninja to the north, one you've been looking for. I will leave on that tidbit of information." Massacre laughed, and lept over the rail to the ground below.

"Ha...this will be fun. Watching little Vamp Jr. battle it out against his father's adversary. I am looking forward to it." Massacre ran into the forest, however this time was not for combat, but for reconnaissance.

"Do not worry Fox...I'm not going to kill you yet. I wish to savor the moment we meet again in battle! Now, to search for the traitor...." Massacre laughed wickedly.

Fox was panting from the battle that took place, he fell onto one knee his hand in a tight fist around his blade witch was cutting into the earth from the pressure Fox was putting on it. He slowly lifted himself up before his sword vanished from where it came.

Fox looked around through the forest. It looked like Massacre was gone. Fox looked over and noticed Viking and Black Panther standing not to far off talking. Fox ran over to them. "We need to get out of here, they know where we are" Fox said as he turned on his camo and raced off through the forest. a few hundreds miles later Fox took a break and looked around, and saw nothing but trees. He turned on his Codec and called Otacon for assistance.



*Conversation Between Otacon and Fox*

10:00: Fox "Otacon can you scan my location and tell me where I am, all I see is tree's"
A slight pause
10:01 Otacon "Fox your about 10 miles from the main city of Kabul, if you keep heading north east you should end up there, be careful Fox we can't risk loosing you"
10:02 Fox: Fox laughed at the thought of Otacon thinking he would be in danger "Don't worry Otacon i'll make it through this till the end, by the way, do you have any reports on the rest of the team"

10:03 Otacon: "Yes, i've receved trace's of them all near Kabul especially Meryl she has been wreaking havok on armed soldier and Ares opertives, her and her squad that is"
Fox laughed
10:04 Fox "Good to hear that everyone is Safe I wouldn't want to go saving them like I always end up doing"
10:05 Otacon: "You've always had a high ego Fox, well you better get a move on before more people find you"

Otacon ended the conversation

Fox stood looked around and found out what direction north east was, and started running. He had one thing in mind finding Massacre and finishing what he should have ending years before.

A rush filled Fox at the thought of looking in the face of his former comrade and getting to be there when he take's his last breath.

The woman's long eye lashes fluttered almost cutely in her room as the sounds traveled through her ears... Someone was talking on a frequency unknown to her...

How did she know this? Why the powers of observation was a skill she never lacked. Others thought radio communication to be a well discovered and relatively useless field, but this woman knew otherwise. Like a spider, if you wait and listen, you will eventually discover prey.

She shifted herself, the small carnival that was her room caused the area to seem joyful, despite the akwardness of the situation. It would take her time, perhaps hours to trianglate the call.. but she would find it and wait... She would trap the victim...

Looking at a rather large radio she used to keep tabs on the world, she allowed the carnival tune to play. In practice, it worked to confuse the enemy. Was there a radio station nearby? How come that wasn't in the intel? But now she would lure them... closer...

Putting her mouth close to the talking piece, she began her message, "Help me! They have me trapped in the tower on the outskirts of Kabul! I snuck in here and- Oh god, they found me! Hurry plea-" and she ended the message, her frightening imitation of a person begging for their life with world class in skill. She would test her opponents...


She set about her traps now, giggling like a naughty child who had stolen some candy, until all was in order and her room filled with thousands of carnival styled pieces looked like a warped world.. They would be surprised by what they would find here...

Smiling sleepily, she rested her head against all of the toys, blending in perfectly and lying so still one would mistake her for a doll, face painted and clothing oddly colored. Stealth was not only about hiding in places, but hiding in akward places. No one would expect a carnival to be on a military base, and the dull woodland colors stood out, or perhaps the black colors used for ops..

It would be her duty, as a Harlequin, to make their ending epic and beatiful, and no story would end better than a battle to the death with a jester skilled in its art.

Viking started running in the direction Fox had gone. Fox was much faster then he was, but he made the effort. He stopped, hearing some kind of strange crackling noise. He paused and pressed on his ear to hear better. It sounded like a distress call from a woman. He didn't know who, but Viking thought he heard as to where this person was. Viking dialed in to Otacon.

VIKING: Otacon.
OTACON: Yes, I heard it, too.
VIKING: I think I heard her say she was near Kabul.
OTACON: Yes, she said a tower, more specifically.
VIKING: Glad you caught that, it was too garbled for me too hear much. Something doesn't seem right to me, though.
OTACON: What do you think?
VIKING: Whoever this person is, they're too skilled with communications. They cut into our feed somehow, though not perfectly, but they were able to do it to some degree nonetheless.
OTACON: I see, yes. I agree. Whoever made that call is far to knowledgeable and has access to sophisticated equipment.

-Colonel Campbell cuts in-

COLONEL: Viking, rescuing unfortunate civilians is not a part of our mission. However, as you and Otacon have come to agree on, so have I. I think it's worth checking into. I see where you are going with this and I want you to investigate personally the source of this message. Unless I miss my guess, the call is probably a trap from the enemy.
VIKING: My thoughts exactly.
COLONEL: You're not too far from the tower the woman speaks of. It is due west from your current location.
VIKING: I'll get right on it. Colonel, Otacon.
Otacon: Good luck.
COLONEL: Be careful.

Viking ended the call. He checked the position by means of the sun, then he proceeded westward.

When Massacre reached the outside of the bases limits he stopped.
"A traitor? What a waste of my time...It suprising I have found no traces of FOXHOUND, and in turn....heh heh, Fox." Massacre then caught radio signals on his reciever. A so called distress call.
"Ha...Harlequin, so you're having your little play time again? I swear if I didn't know any better I would say you were a toy yourself!" Massacre started to laugh, but not because of his comment. Because of this transmission, he knew where the rest of FOXHOUND was.
"So they chose to hide in Kabul? That must mean that other FOXHOUND soldiers are there! Yes, yes! Now I can find one, cut them until they talk, cut them until they die, then be on my way to killing Fox! Yes my plan is perfect!" Massacre began to head for Kabul.

Hours later he arrived, the town bristling with the sound of the battlefield.
"Ha....This place feels just like home!" Massacre entered the town only to find two sides in armed conflict. A small group of solidiers was taking on an entire battalion of Ares Operatives, and were winning. After five minutes only three operatives remained, hidden behind cover. Frustrated with there weakness Massacre walked forward.
"M-Massacre, you gotta help us! These guys are-" He was cut off, just like his head. The other two tried to run but met similar fates.
"We have no use for people like you." Massacre looked up at the solidiers hiding behind cover, weapons aimed at him. Finally, a female solidier walked out, with a Mk22 aimed at Massacre's chest. He immediately knew who they were.
"Ah...Rat Patrol Team 01....of FOXHOUND! Just the type of people I've been looking for." Massacre gave a wicked grin.
"Who are you? Why are you here? And how do you know who we are?" Meryl asked. The other three stepped into diffferent positions of cover, weapons aimed at Massacre.
"I am just a simple solidier just following orders. I go by the name of Massacre...." He said in a calm, somewhat unsettling manner. The Rat Patrol then cocked their weapons.
"So you're Massacre? Looks like Ares is about loose a major operative..." Meryl said raising her pistol at his head.
"Hmm, you have quiet the spirit. Let's see it drain with the blood out of your body!" Massacre charged, katanas extended. Johnny then fired a shell from his 50 cal at Massacre, who deflected it with his blades. However, the impacted loosened his grip on the swords which flew out of his hands. The Rat Patrol was quick to ready their weapons.
"Ha! Without your little pocket knives you're pretty useless!" Meryl said mockingly. Massacre grinned.
"We will see." He charged, rolling and dodging out of the way of live fire. He then moved close to Meryl, and performed a CQC manuever. She tried to block, but somehow the blow had amazing impact, breaking her arm. Massacre then held her with her broken arm behind her back.
"My suit can produce the same vibrations as my katanas, which make guarding useless. Now...tell me...what do you know? Why are you here?"
"W-we're here to stop assholes like you!" She muttered.
"Wrong answer!" Massacre twisted her arm, making her howl in pain. "Now tell me! What does the U.S. know?" She spat in his face. "I see. Then I should just kill you and try with one of these people." Suddenly, Johnny fired a round, forcing Massacre to push Meryl forward to dodge. Jonathan then rushed forward and grabbed Meryl, as Ed threw a smokebomb, covering their escape.
"Oh...they got away. Oh well, there is always next time."

Fox arrived in the city of Kabul looking around he ran up buildings to get a better view. He noticed something in the distance. four soldiers where firing at one man. Doing little to no damage by the looks of it. Fox jumped from building to building to gain a closer view point.

As Fox got closer he realized that the four soldier's where Meryl and her squad. He also saw Massacre break Meryl's arm. A few moments later one of them broke out smoke screen and made there escape. "Fool's they should know they don't stand a chance against Massacre" Fox said to himself.

After the smoke screen cleared the Rat Patrol Team was gone and all the stood in the deserted street was Massacre.

Fox flipped off the building and spun himself doing areal acrobatics do steady out his fall before landing on both his feet.

"So we meet again Massacre" Fox laughed as he was still in camo and doubted Massacre could see him.

Viking eventually made it to Kabul, the sound of gun fire had died a bit, but there was still some every so often. He found out why soon enough. He stopped abruptly, noticing something out of his periphery, off to the right, down the street. Meryl's squad was facing off against the insane fighter from earlier. The one who'd fled from Fox for some reason. Though the fire fight seemed to be coming to an end.

When the enemy broke Meryl's arm, Viking took a step forward, though he stopped him self from taking off. Had orders. He paused for a moment anyway, hoping things wouldn't end like this. The elite squad was able to make an efficient escape. This put Viking more at ease. He just so happen to notice something odd on a roof top near the scene. Something was odd about a particular spot. It was probably Fox with his active camo. This lifted his spirits even more. Now Fox could hopefully finish the bastard off.

The cloaked figure of Fox hopped down, the only evidence was the strange spot disappearing, and a slight dislodging of dust where his form landed. Viking nodded his head, silently supporting his comrade, before silently stalking off int he direction he'd been heading.

As Viking neared the other side of the city, he could see a tower which unmistakeably had to be his destination. He had wasted enough time as it was, even it was only a couple minutes. Viking needed to find out what he could about this tower and who made the strange call. He was no fool, and neither were the members of his organization. It was obviously not a legitimate distress call. But it could be useful in learning something about their enemy and their enemy's goals.

When Massacre heard that voice behind him, a wicked grin lit up his face.

"Ah...so Fox, you are here!" Massacre said turning around. He made out the image of figure in octocamo behind him. Fox disabled the camo.

"It seems that the little distress call did more for me than I would have expected. Unfortunately for you, there will be no interuptions this time. You will die. Simple as that!" Massacre retreived his katanas.

"You seem to think this will go your way, Massacre. If you hadn't have run last time, I would have cut you to pieces." Fox said, drawing his own katanas.

"Think what you may, it matters not. I was told not to kill you, not until I recieved intel on your intentions. I tried to learn something from them, but those weaklings ran away. It would have been no fun killing them anyway. No, I want to kill you, to taste the life escaping your body! You are the one who will satisfy my hunger!" Massacre laughed wickedly. "I could always try getting info out of you, but I know that would be pointless. You won't break, not even under my blade. But that's what makes you such a great enemy! The chance to see that look of anguish upon your face as I rip you in half!"

"I share the same sentiment. I will be overjoyed when I see that look on your face!" Fox readied himself.

"I see. Then without further ado, let us start this clash of wills, to see who deserves to be the scourge of the battlefield!" Massacre said, charging.

Fox charged at the same time Massacre did, this brought a sense of excitement tingling through Fox's body. The two men ran at each other. Fox knew one thing he was more agile than Massacre.

When Fox was in arms reach Massacre let out a yell of terror that made the birds in the area fly away in fear. He raised his arm and swung his blade at Fox, in the last second Fox swung his foot up and kicked the blade down into the ground running up the blade and jumping over Massacre, whilst in the air Fox did multiple acrobatics till his was facing Massacre. He shot out one fist that fired two high tensile wire that wrapped around a pole.

Fox than swung himself at Massacre feet plowing into his chest and stopping instantly. There was a second of silence before Massacre started laughing, he looked up at Fox a psychopathic look spread over his face. Massacre instantly grabbed Fox's feet ripped Fox past him, the wires ripped out of Fox's hand and where sent shooting back at the pole cutting it in half.

While Fox was thrown past Massacre, before his body fully passed him a pain filled his stomach as he looked down toward his lower half Massacres fist was right in his stomach, Fox smashed into the ground. Dust rose throughout the air.


"Well you have gotten stronger, Massacre they told me nothing could even scratch my suit, but you have managed to almost make a dent. To bad that is the only rush you will feel, nearly breaking my suit"

Massacre looked around as the dust was high and the wind picked up bringing them into a world of their own. "Fox just you wait, I will tear you limb from limb"