Snake shook off the random laughter for their medic and opened up the port side hatch and looked down at the city below. New Portland was a modern marvel of urbanization and colonization. Bright white skyscrapers sat like titans at the very heart of the city. In comtrast, some smaller building at the very edges of Nee Portland showed signs of damage as small fire glowed.

"Looks like those scumbags were havin' fun without us," Snake commented to everyone aboard willing to listen. "Rebel nut-garglers they can raise hell and get away with it. No fucking respect."

As the dropship ascended, foot soldiers could be seen rushing into the city like ants after find a family picnic. Rusted up caravans carrying heavy armaments and ideological idiots zoomed down a war torn sepension bridge, running over corpses and knocking around abandoned cars left and right.

"Hey, someone back there hit whoever is flying this damn thing and get us fucking down their. If I wanted ah sky-high tour of 'West Who-Gives-A-Fuck' I'd be wearing a floral shirt and downing a drink over here."