Scene: Athens, Syntagma Square – Night
The square is a cauldron of fire and smoke. Riot shields gleam in the orange glow of burning barricades. Protestors chant and hurl bottles, the air filled with the acrid tang of tear gas and gasoline.
Solid Snake, his bandana fluttering, and Nadya Riot, her megaphone crackling, step forward through the haze.
Nadya Riot (into megaphone):
“Brothers, sisters—do the Onassis Illuminati pay you enough to drown in fire? Enough to be engulfed in the flames of Molotov cocktails?!”
The soldiers hesitate. Some lower their weapons slightly, eyes darting between their commanders and the crowd.
Snake (voice steady, commanding):
“You swore an oath to protect Greece—not to crush her under the weight of foreign banks. Put down your guns. Stand with the people. Stand for freedom.”
A soldier at the front blinks, sweat dripping down his brow. His shield dips.
Nadya Riot (raising her fist):
“End the debt! Jubilee now!”
The crowd erupts, chanting the word “Jubilee! Jubilee!” like thunder rolling across marble streets. The riot police shift uneasily, the line fracturing as more weapons clatter to the ground.
In the background, the flames rise higher, licking at the symbols of wealth and power. The question lingers in every soldier’s mind:
Will I stand with the people—or burn for the bankers?
