Around the same time on Shadow Moses, Snake had finally made it past the enemy's defenses and successfully re-entered the launch code. But something was amiss: as the code was accepted, an alarm was triggered. "Launch code entered." An electronic voice intoned. "All systems ready. Standby for missile launch." Snake stared around him, aghast. "No! I just overrode the launch authori- zation!" He cried. His questions were answered by an unexpected source when a radio call came in. "Thank you, Snake." It was Miller -- or rather, an impostor who had taken the murdered man's identity. "The launch prepa- rations are now complete. Nothing can stop Metal Gear now." "Master, what's going on!" "We're very grateful to you. Not only did you bring the key, you just entered the launch code for us as well." "What?" "We never did get his part of the code from the DARPA chief. Even Mantis' abilities couldn't break through, and Ocelot managed to kill Anderson off before we could try anything else..."
As Snake listened in horror, "Miller" continued. "You see, we couldn't launch the missile. Not even a warning shot. We were dead in the water, with nothing to back up our demands." "Master, what are you saying?" "With the launch code out of our reach, we had to fall back on another plan. We decided to have you work for us, Snake." "What?" "Having Decoy Octopus impersonate the DARPA chief was a part of it. We were trying to extract information from you but -- FOXDIE got to him first." "Miller" said savagely. "Are you saying this whole thing was fixed?" Snake asked through clenched teeth. "And it was all to get me to unlock the launch sequence..." The terrorist's mocking laugh rang out. "Did you think you got this far thanks to your own abilities? Think again." "Master, what about you? Are you a spy?" The other continued as though he had not heard Snake's question. "But everything is ready for the launch now.
Once they get a taste of the new warhead, the White House will have to hand over the antidote. And they'll have nothing on us any- more, ever again." "Have nothing on you? What do they have on you now?" "The Pentagon's already accomplished what it set out to do with you. It happened right there in that torture chamber. You're the only one who's in the dark. It's not fun, is it, Snake?" He sneered. "Who are you!?" "I'll tell you -- if you manage to get to me." "Where are you?" "Very close, Snake. Very close." Campbell suddenly broke in. "Snake, that's not Miller!" "Hello Campbell. It's a little late for that," the impostor said mockingly. "Master Miller's body was discovered at his home. He's been dead three days. We didn't know sooner because the communication was down. According to Mei Ling, the transmission is originating inside that base." "Then who are you?" "You've been talking to me all along -- " The man responded. " -- Snake." His voice suddenly changed, and I knew who it was. So did Snake.
"Liquid" Snake broke off communications, and started to run. Metal Gear had already been activated by the time Snake reached it. Liquid was about to climb into the pilot's seat when Snake called out to him, the barrel of his SOCOM pointed straight at Liquid. "Liquid!" "Are you going to shoot your own brother?" Liquid remained languid. "Why did you impersonate Miller?" "To manipulate you, of course." Liquid said conversationally as though the two were discussing the weather. "It worked too. You did exactly what we needed you to do." Snake's indignity was compounded by Liquid's next comment. "I'm sure your masters at the Pentagon agree." "Why do you keep mentioning them?" "You don't even question the orders that you're given any more, hm, Snake? Where's your pride? A warrior, reduced to a pawn." Liquid sighed exaggeratedly. "All this -- stopping the nuke, rescuing hostages -- it's a charade." "Charade?" Snake was taken aback.
"All the Pentagon wanted was to effect a meeting between us." Liquid explained, obviously enjoying Snake's reaction. "That's how the ArmsTech president and Decoy were gotten rid of." "Can't be..." "Actually, it can be. The point was to selectively kill us off and retrieve our extremely expensive genetically engineered corpses along with Metal Gear. You were sent in by the Pentagon merely as a FOXDIE vector!" Snake was in shock. "That's -- insane. And Naomi -- was she working with the Pentagon all along...?" "That's what they thought. But she it seems she wasn't quite as soft as they read her to be." "What do you mean?" "I have ears at the DOD. Naomi apparently managed to make some tweaks to the virus right before the mission. Her motive and objective are unknown." I heard Richard's impatient grunt beside me. "Is that what you had Naomi arrested for? To discover why she did what she did?" Snake challenged. "Very good. It's disappointing that it was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill revenge scheme.
But we still don't know what kind of changes she introduced to FOXDIE." Liquid fell silent for a moment, then continued. "But enough of that. I've already added FOXDIE antidote to my list of demands to Washington." "There's an antidote?" Snake asked in surprise. "There should be. Hunter would be the only one to know but even that may not be necessary." "Why not?" "You've successfully infiltrated the facility. We've all been infected with the execution virus according to their plan. Octopus and the ArmsTech president died of it for certain. But neither myself nor Ocelot -- not to mention you -- have shown any signs of infection..." "You're saying there may be a flaw in FOXDIE's targeting program." "Who knows. But as long as you're healthy, I'm safe. We share the same genetic code after all." "So we are -- " "Twins, yes. But not in the ordinary sense. We're the flip sides of a counterfeit genetic coin. 'Enfants terrible'..." Liquid's voice grew hoarse with anger. "You lucked out. They handpicked all of our father's superior traits for you." Snake was silent.
His father, Big Boss, was a part of the past he wanted to leave behind, a past tainted by the crime of patricide. But Liquid was not finished. "Everything that was undesirable, I got. Or should I say that I was everything undesirable. Left over -- from the creation process that was designed to produce you. The only reason I came into being was so that you could be born." "How could I be the superior -- specimen?" "Oh, but you are. And I'm the dregs. You couldn't begin to understand what it was like starting out life as genetic garbage!" The hatred and rage in Liquid's voice shook us, and left Snake speechless. "But it was me that our father chose." Liquid said slowly and purposefully. "Is that why you're obsessed with Big Boss? Some kind of twisted love?" "Love? Hatred, my brother. He chose me knowing that I was biologically inferior. Now I'm about to pay him back for that crime!" Liquid laughed, mocking Snake's bewilderment.
"You couldn't understand that either. Someone who got the chance to kill his own father wouldn't! You managed to deprive me even of that revenge. But I will accomplish what our father dreamt of and never achieved. That's how I'll kill him -- by surpassing him." Liquid ended his proclamation by leaping into Metal Gear's cockpit. Snake fired a burst from his Socom, but the bullets ricocheted off Metal Gear's armor. "Damn!" Snake gnashed his teeth as Liquid called out mockingly from the cockpit. "Snake, count yourself lucky. You get to die by the greatest weapon the world has ever seen. It's the least I can do for my brother." Metal Gear, already in activation mode, started to stir. A high-pitched noise, like the whine of a turbo engine, began to sound as Liquid's voice boomed out of the amplifier, "I'll give you an advance showing of what the rest of the world will learn soon -- that the 21st century will belong to a devil they don't know!"