THE REALLY SOLID SNAKE
-CHAPTER TWO-
Not So Quiet, PART II
Snake thrust open the window of the chopper to vent out the fumes from the pilot's crack pipe and the equally nauseating stench of his own gaseous emissions that had flooded the cabin soon after they had taken off. He would never admit it, but Snake hated flying. Through all the years he had spent in this line of work, he was unable to get used to the feeling of being lifted off the ground. The idea made his stomach churn, and as a result his fury was unleashed from within in the form of an invisible cloud that he had always tried his best to dissipate before anyone could notice. They always did of course, but most of the other operatives were far too professional to say anything.
Suddenly, the door seperating the cockpit from the cabin slid open, sending a fresh cloud of fumes from the pilot's pipe into the tight space. Luckily, with the window open, the wind current was enough to stream the fumes directly out of the cabin.
"Jesus H. Christ" the pilot said, "Who dropped the mother of all dookies in my ride?".
Snake suddenly felt a surge of panic deep within his core. It wasn't as if being exposed as the demon farter would cause him any lasting grief, but deep down Snake was a very prideful man, and so in the heat of the moment as a knee jerk reaction he pointed his finger squarely in Quiet's direction.
"Damn, sugar tits!" the pilot hooted, "did y'all eat shit for breakfast? That there is one hell of a booty bomb!".
The pilot let out grizzley southern laugh, almost dropping his crack pipe as it slid out from between his dry bearded lips. He caught it in his hand with a sly motion, as if he had planned it all along, and reached it out into the cabin.
"Y'all want a hoot?" he said with a grin, "Its the good shit!".
Quiet's expression was unreadable as she stood from her seat. She gave Snake only a passing glance as she walked by him, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, partly due to fear, but mainly due to his morbid curiosity as to what she was about to do next. She was massively unpredictable. To Snake's surprise, she took the pipe from the pilot's outstretched hand, but she didn't take a hit from it.
Snake looked on in horror as she snapped off the end of the glass pipe and jammed it into the pilot's shoulder like a shiv, the still boiling substance within seeping into the deep wound causing the southern trash pilot to let out a screech unlike anything Snake had ever heard before, and he had heard many screams. Before the pilot could recover, Quiet twisted the pipe around and slowly pulled it out of his flesh, only to move around to his front and jam it into his scrotum, causing a violant shower of blood and semen. The pilot let out no more screams, he simply keeled over in his seat. Whether or not he was dead or simply passed out from the pain and blood loss, Snake couldn't say. Quiet pushed the unresponsive man aside, covered head to toe in red and white stains. She steadied the helicoptor and continued on course to their destination.
Snake was borderline catatonic for the remainder of the trip, only coming back to reality as he became aware of a strange sensation below his belt. What was this feeling Snake thought to himself. Was it arousal? Panic? No. As he came to his senses, he knew exactly what he was feeling. He was feeling the repulsive sloshing of the liquid brown shit within his pants. Suddenly, alarms echoed through the tight cabin, causing Snake to instinctively jump to his feet, forgetting the discusting mess within his drawers. The cockpit was empty, Quiet and the probably dead pilot were gone. Snake lookout out the window and saw two chutes on their way down to the ground. It was likely that Quiet had signaled him to disembark, but he had missed it due to the shock of what had transpired. Snake dove for the remaining chute under his seat which was now stained light brown. He buckled himself into the chute, trying his best to keep balance as the out of control coptor shook. He slid open the door on the chopper's left side and jumped without looking back. During his speedy decent, he saw a large facility sticking out from the trees in the distance, the mysterious organization's name printed on the structure's side in large red letters. KONAMI. The rest of the way down, only one thing was going through Snake's mind; "what the fuck have I gotten myself into?".
To be continued...