Big Boss gestured towards his personal vehicle: evidently an appropriated Constabulary watercraft, which had undoubtedly been stripped of the tracking technology and retrofitted with superior weaponry and armor.

“Oh yeah, kiddo. Ya might find these handy.” He handed you an earlock and a pair of radioelectric exteroception (R. E. E.) grenades. Although only the size of pocket lighters, the grenades were capable of deafening an entire concert hall with their piercing shrieks.