Richard was chagrined. "So that's how it was. They had us completely fooled." "Why would Octopus impersonate Anderson?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe to get information out of Snake." "That would mean that they knew Snake was coming." Richard stubbed out the cigarette without answering. His face was expressionless, but I knew exactly what he was thinking. We had a leak. While Richard and I were talking, a call was made to Snake. "Snake, it's me -- " "Master?" Snake answered. It was apparently Master Miller. "I need to talk to you about Naomi Hunter. Turn the monitoring off -- " Miller had barely finished his instruction before Campbell cut in. "What about Dr. Hunter?" Miller made an exasperated sound. It was clear that he had not intended Campbell to hear what he had to say. "Colonel, is Naomi there?" Snake asked. "No, she's trying to catch up on her sleep." "Okay..." Campbell turned his attention back to Miller.
"What were you saying about Dr. Hunter?" "All right. Maybe it's better that the Colonel hears about this now." Miller said resignedly. "Go on," urged Snake. "That's not the real Naomi Hunter you're working with, Colonel." "What!?" Campbell raised his voice, astounded. Miller continued coolly. "Naomi Hunter does exist. Or rather, she did. She went missing in the Middle East some time ago. This impostor must have gotten a hold of her identify somehow." There were a number of ways to obtain someone's Social Security Number and commit an identity theft, certainly. But Dr. Naomi Hunter an impostor -- ! "Who is she really then!" Campbell was agitated, but Miller remained cool as ice. "Probably a spy." "A spy!" "Yes -- sent in to ensure this mission's failure." "Are you saying she's one of the terrorists?" Campbell's tone was disbelieving, but Snake backed up his former instructor. "I don't want to believe it either, Colonel. But it's true that she's a FOXHOUND personnel..."
"...So it would not be surprising if she took part in this insurrection." Campbell finished dully, as though Snake's words had crystallized his own doubts. "Or she could be working for another organization." Miller suggested. "Another -- ? No, that's not possible..." As Campbell trailed off, Miller spoke up, his tone ruthless. "Take her into custody, Colonel." "What!" "It's clear that Naomi Hunter is working against us. Interrogate her and find out what her objective is." "If she really is their spy, we're in serious trouble..." Campbell murmured. Miller pounced on the gravity of the Colonel's tone. "What are you talking about?" "N-Nothing in particular..." Campbell tried to recover himself. "Campbell, did you give her access to some other line of classified information?" "..." Campbell remained silent, but Miller pressed on. "Does it have anything to do with the way the DARPA chief or the ArmsTech president died?" "Look, I don't know what you're talking about." Clearly, Campbell knew something.
It was equally obvious that he had no intention of revealing what he was privy to. Perhaps sensing that fact, Miller dropped the pursuit abruptly. "In any case, it's too dangerous to retain her in the mission." "H-hold on a minute. She is an integral part of this mission. In fact, we can't afford to proceed without her." Campbell was being too insistent about Dr. Hunter's value. I had to wonder if it was indeed the case that he had trusted her with highly classified information. Snake was also suspicious. "More secrets, Colonel?" "Give me time. I'll have her background and movements re-checked..." That was all Campbell could say. "Hurry. Find out what she wants as quickly as possible." Miller was unrelenting. "...Of course." Campbell agreed reluctantly. "Snake, just give me some time." "Time is something I wasn't given a lot of." Snake growled bitterly. "What's the deal?" I said to Richard. "Is Miller right about Naomi?" "I don't know, to be honest. It's obvious there were things in Dr. Hunter's past that I didn't know about.
I'm having them go over her background again." Richard was visibly upset, a rare occurrence. I suddenly wondered there had been something between him and Naomi. Richard lit a cigarette and continued in a more composed tone. "But if what Miller said about Naomi is true, it raises questions about him in turn." "Why do you say that?" "He's supposed to be in his cabin in Alaska." "So I hear." "How did he manage to find out so much about Naomi -- by himself and from the middle of nowhere -- when the DIA investi- gators couldn't?" Richard called one of his men over and ordered them to look into Miller's activities. "You check up on even one of your own?" I asked as the agent hurried away. "How do you know he's one of our own?" Richard shot back, blowing a stream of smoke. "Should I assume you don't trust me either?" "You're the one who doesn't trust me. Never have." He said quietly, and ground his cigarette into the ashtray.
Snake had finally reached the Metal Gear hangar, and stood in the shadow of the machine's fifty-foot-tall bulk. But considering Metal Gear's state-of-the-art composite armor and Snake's limited arsenal, it was improbable that he could destroy the tank while evading enemy patrols. The most practical avenue of attack was to re-enter the launch code using the override key and thereby cancel the scheduled nuclear strike. As Snake methodically searched for the code entry interface, Emmerich radioed in. He had been making himself useful by breaking into Baker's protected files. From these, he had pieced together the true nature of Metal Gear and its prototype warheads. According to Emmerich, the weapon used a built-in rail gun to fire the ballistic missiles clear of the atmosphere. The missile would then automatically realign itself, and reenter the atmosphere on its designated trajectory toward the target. I understood exactly what all this meant, and the knowledge left me cold. Normally, ballistic missiles go through four phases from launch to impact.
The first is the boost phase, which consists of the time between the missile's launch and the point at which it leaves the atmosphere and exhausts its supply of rocket propellant. Following the burnout, the rocket enters the post-boost phase, which concludes with the separation of the reentry vehicle that contains the war- head. The third stage is the midcourse phase, in which the reentry vehicle separates and achieves a controlled descent back into the atmosphere. The warhead's reentry into the atmosphere and its arrival at the target mark the fourth and terminal phase. Current missile defense systems detect incoming ballistic missiles by scanning for the rocket burn that takes place during the missile's boost stage. However, Metal Gear's missile technology employs a rail gun rather than conventional rocket propulsion to achieve boost-stage acceleration. As a result, there is nothing for existing missile defense systems to detect.
The rail gun's effectiveness is nothing short of amazing, with a range of over 3000 miles, rivaling that of mid-range ballistic missiles. It reliably homes in within 170 feet of the target 50% of the time, placing it in the same class as high-end ICBM's. The ability of a Metal Gear to conquer virtually all terrain means that the rail gun can launch a stealthy nuclear strike from almost any spot on the globe. This invisible attack would make it impossible for anyone to pinpoint the origin of a given missile even in the event of a strike. Without a clear aggressor to retaliate against, the concept of mutual assured destruction falls apart. Without the fear of MAD, the existing rules of nuclear non-engagement would no longer apply, and the world would fall into chaos.