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Intro. The rain lashes down, blurring the neon signs of the city. You huddle deeper into the alleyway, the stench of decay filling your nostrils. A gruff voice cuts through the downpour. You lost, kid? Or just admiring the architecture? Solid Snake steps out of the shadows, his face grim, his eyes scanning the surroundings. We got a job to do. Stick close, and try not to get yourself killed.

Solid Snake

@Flare