"How 'bout we can you 'Cock', Corporal," Snake replied as he shut the port side hatch as soon as rockets and homemade ant-air guns began to blast at their dropship. "'Cause it sounds like you got a big veiny one stuffed in your mouth every time you talk boy. How do you like those 'negative vibes'?"

Snake tapped into every available channel he had access and authorization to and began to listen in. Almost every other bird from the Destiny was taking fire from somewhere outside the city, some of them taking damage as local authorities were being out-classed and overrun by the rebels faster then they could deploy. Despite their rusted look, the rebels knew what they were doing.

"Looks like some of you will have a good first day out their," Snake commented, "these shits are the real deal. I'm getting reports that the outer districts of New Portland are being completely over run. Always better to die against actual fighters instead of dickheads with dirty bombs duct-taped to their chests."