Snake was the first out of the dropship, instinctively taking point as everyone vacated into the streets. Most if not all the buildings around them were already hammered hard by rocket fire. Small fires burned through the skeletons of cars, sending up smoke throughout the entire area.

Everything smelt like burning garbage and shit, even through his helm's filters. The decay and disarray almost made Snake fell at home, which gave him no pleasure. Damn terrorists knew how to turn a nice neighborhood into Shit Mountain.

"Marines!," Snake shouted over the masses, "let's get moving already. Hate to watch us all fucking die like idiots with our thumbs up our asses. Start moving down the road now!"