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Eventually, Sam learned of senator Steven Armstrong's ties with the World Marshal PMC and set out to take him down for just letting soldiers die while taking no personal risk to himself. However Armstrong and Monsoon, one of the senator's minions in the Winds of Destruction unit, had arranged for Sam to come to Denver, hoping to recruit him. Sam infiltrated World Marshal's headquarters through the sewer systems, in the process, running into the LQ-84i prototype. It said it had been ordered to kill him, but Sam replied it should make its own choices. Blade Wolf thought about that for a moment, but responded that it couldn't disobey direct orders or its memory would be wiped, before engaging Sam. He managed to defeat it, saying that Blade Wolf hadn't done badly, but he'd won because he chose to fight. Sam entered World Marshal headquarters, where he continued to fight his way through the cyborgs. He finally reached a hangar like area where Monsoon showed up, who mentioned his taking on an entire drug cartel, but said it would've been pointless. Sam just said he'd only been out for revenge, which he'd gotten and Monsoon said they should see what he had now.

He dropped a red phosphorous grenade down to generate a large cloud of smoke, disappearing as a Metal Gear RAY came out to fight Sam. He managed to take it down, only to be called by Armstrong, who said he'd done well, but he needed to come to the top floor to finish things. Sam managed to fight his way up to the rooftop, where he faced Armstrong himself, who thanked him for coming. He asked the senator what his game was and he replied it was Sam's final interview.

Armstrong absorbed the nanomachines from various vehicles around the building, powering up, and the two engaged each other. Sam managed to apparently defeat Armstrong, who asked him to join his cause, so as to end war as a business. Sam admitted that perhaps he'd misjudged the senator and Armstrong asked him to lend them a hand. Sam asked why didn't he just take his and attacked the senator again, finally cutting his hand off. However, Armstrong used the pointed, metallic stump to impale Sam's right arm, badly damaging it. The senator again asked Sam to join him and he agreed. Afterwards, his right arm was replaced with a cybernetic.

What the f**k did you just f**king say about the missile you little bitch? I'll have you know the missile knows where it is at all times, and the missile has been involved in obtaining numerous differences, or deviations, and has over 300 confirmed corrective commands.

The missile is trained in driving the missile from a position where it is, and is the top of arriving at a position where it wasn't. You are nothing to the missile but just another position. The missile will arrive at your position with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my f**king words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about the missile over the internet? Think again, f**ker.

As we speak the GEA is correcting any variation considered to be a significant factor, and it knows where it was, so you better prepare for the storm, maggot, the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're f**king dead, kid. The missile can be anywhere, anytime, and the missile can kill you in over 700 ways, and that's just by following the missile guidance computer scenario.

Not only is the missile extensively trained in being sure where it isn't, within reason, but the missile also has access to the position it knows it was, and the missile will subtract where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice-versa, to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit.

If only you could've known what unholy retribution your little clever comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would've held your f**king tongue, but you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price you go***mn idiot.

The missile will shit the deviation, and it's variation, which is called error, all over you, and you will drown in it. You're f**king dead, kiddo.