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THE REALLY SOLID SNAKE

-CHAPTER ONE-

Not So Quiet, PART I

The roaring engine of the helicoptor drowned out any conversation that may have been had. Not that there really could be with a companion like Quiet. Thought she held a high resentment for his kind, after all they had been through together, Snake felt a strong bond with his female aquaintence and partner. The small metal carriage suddenly lurched down, causing Quiets frayed leather seatbelt to snap, sending her tumbling across the enclosed space, causing her skimpy clothing to come undone, not that it covered much anyway. Quiet's chest landed square on Snake's face, bra open and all. Shocked at what had happened, he had no time to react, nor would he have known how to, before he felt her dainty but skilled sniper hands pushing back against him as leverage to get to her feat. It wasn't the first time Snake had seen her unclothed, but it was certainly in a more personal circumstance, being stuck together in the small compartment of the aircraft. He couldn't help but blush.

"I, uh" Snake started, "I'm sorry?".

Quiet seemed to pay no mind to what had transpired. She definetly wasn't shy when it came to her physique, nor did she have any reason to be. Frankly, for want of a better word, she was smoking. To make matters more uncomfortable, she started smiling at Snake and looking him right in the eyes as if nothing had happened.

Finally the helicoptor began a speedy descent onto the platform of the motherbase. Snake was relieved to finally get some breathing room, especially after the akward encounter, well, akward for him anyway. He couldn't get the feeling of her plump bussoms on his face out of his mind. It felt wrong to think of such things, but he couldn't help it. What is wrong with me? He thought to himself, it was an accident, she didn't mean anything by it, I doubt she understood the significance of such a gesture.

Later, Snake found himself walking down one of the many winding halls of the motherbase, attempting to locate one of the elusive bathrooms onboard. Though he had never actually managed to find one and usually ended up hanging his ass out a window and dropping his food babies into the ocean below, he had heard many fables that they existed somewhere onboard and frankly it would be a nice change to use an actual toilet. After having no luck and going through his usual shameful routine, of which he was too embarrassed to rectify, Snake was making his way back to the main decks. To his dismay, he saw Quiet making her way towrds him from the end of the hall. He had been trying his best to avoid contact with her all day, still unable to shake his lustful thoughts. There was no mistaking it. She wasn't just walking by, she had come for him specifically. She practically ran right into him, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him aside into one of the many small storage places littering the base.

"Q-Quiet!" Snake yelped, "What is the meaning of this?".

Quiet simply pointed right at him, making no other gestures. Is she accusing me of something? Snake thought to himself, Has she finally realised what happened back on the chopper? Neither of these things seemed to be the case, as Quiet made it very clear that she had other plans. She began communicating using military hand signs. It was a crude, minimalistic way of conveying what she had to say, but Snake was well versed in it and had no trouble understanding her.

"You need me for a mission?" He asked.

Quiet nodded her head and began with the rest of her message.

"Just the two of us?" Snake affirmed, "Right now?".

Again she nodded, her ponytail litely bobbing as she made their way to the top deck of the base and boarded yet another helicoptor. Quiet signaled the pilot as to their destination, but Snake was unable to see what she had conveyed to him. He felt as though he were at the mercy of the breeze, a feeling he was not at all unfamilier with.

To be continued...