**Hey again, Ari here! Well, this chapter is short, so sorry about that...^^;;; Um, I don't own Snake or Otacon, they belong to Konami, and ah....thanks for the reviews! I think this story sucks, personally, but as long as you like it, I'll finish it! ^^ Well, enjoy!**

Otacon switched off the Codec. Hopefully Snake knew what he was doing. Although Kitty was who he was really worried about. She was qualified, but Snake didn't really care for VR trained soldiers all too much.

He quickly check his watch. Four minutes. That meant--

"Oh, Haalll..." The woman's figure was outlined by the light shining in from the doorway. She tapped her wrist. "Four minutes." She looked him over. "And your watch doesn't count as clothing."

Otacon winced. That meant shoes, socks, coat, and shirt. He'd be half naked and freezing in the dark room.

She noticed Otacon beginning to shake a bit as he took off his coat. "Don't worry." The woman walked in smiling. "We'll, ah, turn up the heat."

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"Snickers, where are we?" Kitty shouted over the rotors of the helicopter.

Snickers glanced at her the next to her. "Not far from the coordinates you gave me. But I don't know how far off the coordinates are. Jayna told me they weren't exactly on target."

Snake's eyes scanned the horizon. He caught some movement a bit far off. "I think we're not real far off. I can see some aircraft in the distance." He turned to Kitty. "Hand me the missile launcher."

"Um, won't that kind of ruin the helicopter that we're in?" Kitty pointed out. She went through a few of the cases and found an old AK. "Why not use the, uh, the machine gun thing?" She handed him the AK.

He looked at her. "'Machine gun thing?' Who taught you about the weapons?"

"Ah, no one really..." I never read the instructions or intently listened to Otacon...

"Damn VR soldiers." He went into the back of the helicopter. "Hey, we don't even HAVE the missile launcher!"

Snickers' green eyes flashed to the back. "Well, you see, we needed room for the both of you, I mean, this is a small helicopter." She shrunk into the pilot's seat. "We do have a sniper rifle, if you want that."

"Yeah," Snake grunted. He rifled through the miscellaneous ammuntion and clothes to look for the PSG-1. "What's with all the clothes back here?"

Snickers' face turned a deep red. "I don't have a house, and I kinda live out of my 'copter...don't look through that suitcase back there. Unmentionables...aheh..."

Snake reached for the aforementioned suitcase immediately. Kitty kicked him in the butt, causing Snake to fall face-forward into the suitcase's lock and making an imprint. So much for a dream date with her hero, Solid Snake. Kitty sighed and pushed back her brown hair. This was turning into the oddest nightmare she had ever had.

"Here's the sniper rifle," Kitty said, smashing the PSG-1 case into Snake's back.

"What was that for?" he yelled, throwing the case off his back. It hit the back of Snickers' chair and rebounded next to Kitty.

"You're being a big jerk and a perv! What is wrong with you!" Kitty shouted. "You're supposed to grab the PSG-1, not--ugh!" She grabbed the case and opened it, setting up the sniper rifle. "Never mind, I'll do it myself." She leaned down and began to adjust the scope forcefully.

Snake closed his eyes. His voice changed suddenly. It became a bit softer. "You're not doing it right, here..." He leaned next to her and put an eye behind the scope. "Like this."

Kitty wasn't listening. She felt the warmth of him next to her and his half-attempt at a beard scratch her cheek. Kitty's blue eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped down with a sigh.

Snake turned his head.

Kitty was smiling as she lay unconscious on the floor of the helicopter. He sat her up against the far wall of the helicopter so she wouldn't fall out. What was wrong with this girl? It was the second time in a day that she had fainted.

He shrugged and went back to steadying the PSG-1. She'd wake up in a bit.