A/N : Oh, dear. I shouldn't even bother posting this. But I like sharing
the inanity that makes up my days. I don't own Snake and/or Otacon. (I
would like to point out that my days are dull mostly BECAUSE I do not own
Snake and Otacon. So if Konami is interested in making a charitable
donation geared toward ending boredom…) Anyway, let's hear it for inanity!
"I weighed the odds of this succeeding against the odds that I was doing something incredibly stupid, and… I went ahead anyway." - Crow T. Robot, Mystery Science Theatre 3000
Down A Dark Alley
"Do you see him?" Otacon's voice breathed over the Codec in my ear.
I peaked around a corner of the crate, straining my eyes in the dark.
"No."
"I lost visual on the radar. Must be the harmonic resonance… where are you, Snake?"
I kept my voice quiet. "Train shipping yard. He made a run for it. Lots of crates, good place to hide."
"That explains the radar blank-out. Be careful, it's imperative we retrieve that package unharmed. And also…watch your back."
"Always." I brought up my pistol and flipped the safety off. A sharp click broke the quiet, reverberating down the row of steel shipping crates. Time seemed to stop for a moment, as the click died away and I was left with nothing but the sound of my pounding heart. Then, between two beats, I heard a new sound, and whirled around.
A footstep. I had only heard one, but that was all I needed. I broke into a run, throwing stealth to the wind, tossing my glance left and right whenever I came to a break in the row of dull metal monoliths. Suddenly, I took a hard left and jumped into the next row, feet splayed and gun up in the classic two-handed firing position.
The man was running full tilt, and looking over his shoulder in terror at that point, so he didn't see me spring into his path until it was almost too late. He turned back and caught sight of me. I heard a frightened yelp and he stopped dead, almost dropping his precious burden in the process. I chided myself for the close call as I shoved the barrel of my pistol in his face.
"Hand it over," I commanded in my gruffest tone, flicking my eyes to the box he gripped in his hands.
He looked ready to faint. He thrust the package at me. He was shaking so hard, I thought he was going to drop it. That would not have been a good thing. I snatched it with one hand, still training my weapon on his face with the other. Success!
"Otacon, I've got it," I said.
"Excellent, Snake. Thank God. You recovered it intact?"
"Yes. Not a scratch, not a dent."
"Great. Hurry home, I'm starving."
I put the safety back on my gun with my thumb and holstered it. "Thank you," I said with a very nice smile. "You can go now."
The terrified pizza delivery guy spun and fled at full speed.
"I weighed the odds of this succeeding against the odds that I was doing something incredibly stupid, and… I went ahead anyway." - Crow T. Robot, Mystery Science Theatre 3000
Down A Dark Alley
"Do you see him?" Otacon's voice breathed over the Codec in my ear.
I peaked around a corner of the crate, straining my eyes in the dark.
"No."
"I lost visual on the radar. Must be the harmonic resonance… where are you, Snake?"
I kept my voice quiet. "Train shipping yard. He made a run for it. Lots of crates, good place to hide."
"That explains the radar blank-out. Be careful, it's imperative we retrieve that package unharmed. And also…watch your back."
"Always." I brought up my pistol and flipped the safety off. A sharp click broke the quiet, reverberating down the row of steel shipping crates. Time seemed to stop for a moment, as the click died away and I was left with nothing but the sound of my pounding heart. Then, between two beats, I heard a new sound, and whirled around.
A footstep. I had only heard one, but that was all I needed. I broke into a run, throwing stealth to the wind, tossing my glance left and right whenever I came to a break in the row of dull metal monoliths. Suddenly, I took a hard left and jumped into the next row, feet splayed and gun up in the classic two-handed firing position.
The man was running full tilt, and looking over his shoulder in terror at that point, so he didn't see me spring into his path until it was almost too late. He turned back and caught sight of me. I heard a frightened yelp and he stopped dead, almost dropping his precious burden in the process. I chided myself for the close call as I shoved the barrel of my pistol in his face.
"Hand it over," I commanded in my gruffest tone, flicking my eyes to the box he gripped in his hands.
He looked ready to faint. He thrust the package at me. He was shaking so hard, I thought he was going to drop it. That would not have been a good thing. I snatched it with one hand, still training my weapon on his face with the other. Success!
"Otacon, I've got it," I said.
"Excellent, Snake. Thank God. You recovered it intact?"
"Yes. Not a scratch, not a dent."
"Great. Hurry home, I'm starving."
I put the safety back on my gun with my thumb and holstered it. "Thank you," I said with a very nice smile. "You can go now."
The terrified pizza delivery guy spun and fled at full speed.