[Outer Heaven Island, MSF Central Headquarters]
"Boss, it's been awhile since we settled into this place. We're going to have to make contact and relations sooner or later. We can't just sit here twiddling our thumbs anymore. Everything is ready, so come on Snake." Kazuhira Miller, second in command of the MSF said.
He took a puff of his cigar, turning around in his leather office chair. An official looking wooden desk was between them. "What type?" Kazuhira questioned. "Cuban, imported. I found them." He opened up the blinds in the dark room, lighting the light in.
Big Boss stuck the cigar between a side his lips. He went and looked out one of the windows, observing soldiers doing training exercises or talking, as well looking at the various facilities and vehicles in the distance, pilots and drivers do checks on the equipment. Metal Gear ZEKE's hangar wasn't too far away, Huey and the R&D team were probably making sure the parts were in order right now.
"I know, Kaz. There are plenty of opportunities, like the island to the North East. Nothing changes. MSF is a business, we try to stay neutral unless it involves a job. Simple as that. We stay disconnected, no nation or ideology." Big Boss said, taking a puff. "Besides, we have ZEKE to back us up if anyone we run across gets hostile."
"I know, that's why we should just send some type of scout party out, see if anyone is interested in building some long-term relationship. We offer our wet-work, they supply us with things. That's the thing about our guerrilla tactics, Boss. They may work, but the less theft and unnecessary bloodshed, the better. Like you said, neutrality. Keeping us and our soldiers independent. Remember, we're away from our world's CIA or anything that could threaten us there. It's a whole new playing field out there, Snake." Kazuhira pointed out.
Big Boss grunted, Miller had a point. "..Fine. Just do what you always do. Don't get us killed, because of a misstep." Miller nodded in agreement. "Right, no unnecessary risks, I get that. I'll do just that, I won't let you down then Boss." Miller left the room,.
Big Boss sat down in his chair, turning back around. He took a puff of his cigar. "This is good, isn't it?" he said to no one in particular.