A/N: I am soooooooo sorry! I haven't updated in so long! I just have been so busy with school and the whatnot, and then my hamster died and I didn't feel like writing. I hope that me trying to make this an extra good chapter will be able to take the place of me committing seppuku for your forgiveness. I really don't want to stick a katana in my gut.
Enjoy chapter 3! –Ummm… This is me writing again and it's been like, a year. Sorry! As you have probably guessed, my being in AP and Honors classes and the whatnot has somewhat changed my writing style. I hope you enjoy it, and I would enjoy reviews so, please write:)
Chapter 3: The secret plan commences
Raiden was feeling a sense of elation as he walked through the streets, Sam and Snake in tow. Things finally seemed to be going right for him. Snake had even suggested that they all go to a karaoke bar and have some fun. Maybe if Raiden weren't so naïve, he would have been suspicious of Snake asking to go to a place where old businessmen and drunkards sing to Brittney Spears songs.
'God, this guy is stupid' thought Snake, 'Does he honestly think that I would want to go to a karaoke bar. Not just that, but go to a karaoke bar with him. How did he survive this long as a spy? Must just be bad fortune on my part.' Snake started to laugh.
Sam shuddered, hearing Snake laugh was not very pleasant. Of course he could understand, with what they had planned for Raiden and all.
'Honestly though, who believes that he's being invited into some secret college brotherhood, and how could he fall for the ploy that Sam and Snake had gone to college together? Snake is like, 12 years older than I am!' Sam thought.
Finally, they had arrived at the karaoke bar.
"Hey, Raiden, its time to give you a proper initiation to the brotherhood!" said Snake, a seriously faked smile on his face.
They walked into the bar, where Raiden was immediately distracted by a drunk guy with a wastebasket on his head singing random folk music up on the stage.
"Wow, this place is pretty lively isn't it?" said Raiden.
"Wouldn't know, never been here before. Now let's stop with the questions and order, Raiden, you're ruining everyone's good time!" Sam said, clearly nervous.
"I'll have a mojito!" at this, everyone in the bar went quiet and stared.
"No you won't! You'll be having beer, so for a while we can pretend that you aren't a total Chiquita brand fruit cup." Snake yelled, casting a murderous glance at everyone in the bar.
"Okay pal, bottoms up!" said a cheerful Sam, patting Raiden on the back as he drank the beer.
4 Hours and 12 beers later…
"I can't believe he hasn't passed out yet." said Sam, jaw agape.
"Damn! Why didn't I realize they wouldn't have sent an idiot like him into the field without protection!" hissed Snake (yes I realize the awful pun, please don't flame me for it).
"Snake, what do condoms have to do with this!?!"
"No! Not anything like that! What I mean is that they must have given him some kind of treatment to help his body to process toxins at a rapid rate."
"Snake, come on, that kind of thing is expensive, if it even exists! I doubt that they would think he was stupid enough to warrant that kind of spending."
"Well think about it Sam, he just drank an opened beverage offered to him by two people who openly hate him!"
"Oh, you might be right there."
Raiden, at the time, was sobbing something about how David Copperfield had stolen his ideas when something inside Snake snapped.
"That's it Sam! I'm using the tranquilizer gun on him!" even as he said this, Snake reached for the tranq gun that he always kept hidden in his jacket.
"No Snake! Despite the fact that it's one in the morning, this bar is still packed, someone would see you." Sam then had a bit of a thought, "Uh, Snake? Why do you have that gun with you at a bar?"
"Well I was in a bad bar fight a while back and… well, suffice it to say that waking up in an ice-filled bathtub in a dirty hotel room in Tijuana. But enough about that! I'm going to mix the tranquilizer from the dart into some water and give it to him in that." Said Snake, surprisingly merciful for once.
At that point Raiden began to sing very loudly. "Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life ish buuuuttt a dreeeaaammm!!!! You know guysh, I wrote that shong fer you two a few years ago when I was stationed in hiccup Narnia!I love you all!" He then walked over to the pinball machine so he could profess his undying love.
"I think I'll put this pill in that water too, Lambert said it's supposed to dissolve toxins in the blood stream, so it should work on alcohol too."
Sam dropped a small, red pill into the tranquilizer filled water. As soon as the pill made contact with the water it started to fizz and change color rapidly.
"Uhh, Sam, just how experimental is that thing?"
"I'm just starting to wonder that myself, but it can't be too dangerous, or else the government wouldn't have put it in my gear, right?"
Sam picked up the glass of fizzy, color changing water and called to Raiden(he was about to ask the pinball machine to marry him at the time), "Hey pal I've got something for you!"
End of Chapter 3
Next Time: Phase 2 of the plan!
A/N: Once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, I'll put up the next chapter when I get the time. It might not be for a while though, because my AP World History exam is coming up pretty soon. Then I have field study for Honors Biology and a whole bunch of other crap to deal with. Well, bye until next time pals!
-GP out yo!
