Back Where We Started (AKA the epilogue)
It was *hot*
Not that it mattered mind you. Dozing beneath a sunshade, Liquid Snake, AKA James Sasha Bartlett, sighed, and turned over, semi–curled in the foetal position.
The entire crew was on holiday. Distantly he could hear Crimson Dingo challenging half the guys in Sector 6 to a volleyball competition. The voices of Sniper Wolf and Vulcan Raven joined his in the insults before the ball came into play.
So warm…He smiled to himself and slipped deeper into the comforting embrace of sleep.
Voices of the others – Viper was bitching about the fact a pelican had stolen his sandwich…and then the yell of him being chased by it…
~Ahh…this is fun~ Liquid thought. Relaxation. Recuperation.
Distantly there was a roar, and a massive boat glided close into shore. Men jumped off the boat and moored it, then brought out a portable pier to stand on, with red carpet.
Red carpet. Wow.
He sat up and stared.
No.
Ohhh no.
Lo and behold, women came off the boat, giggling and fixing up their skimpy bikinis. And behind them?
"Oh @#^%." Liquid groaned and let himself fall back onto the towel. Just his bloody luck.
"Excuse me." Growled a haughty voice. "We'd like you and your hippy commune to leave this area and find somewhere else to hold your free love festival."
"What?"
Liquid sat up, and strolled over to the security guy, who was, for the sake of things, a lot shorter than he was. Raised an eyebrow. "Look short stuff, if you haven't already checked with the government, this beach and those beach houses over there belong to us. Okay?"
"Not a chance in hell, you…you…"
"Ugh." His nightmare had come true. Liquid massaged his temples. That headache was coming back…
A moment later Brosman himself came up, demanding to know what was going on.
"A thousand dollars each for you. Think how much alcohol you-"
There were numerous clicks and metallic sounds. How Sniper Wolf had hidden that PSG-1 in that bikini is still a mystery. Everyone had pulled a gun of some sorts and looked menacing…even Ocelot wearing his 'L337 Nak3d Sk|llz' boxer shorts (he was just showing off.).
"Oh…uh…"
"We're not hippies, Mr Brosman. We believe in violence. All necessary of course, you understand. Now I suggest you leave before my friend over there shoves a stinger up your million dollar arse, hmm?"
There was a blur of sand, skin and the bay was clear once more.
Liquid sighed, listened to everyone put the weapons away (he didn't turn around to see where they were hidden, deciding that there are some things best left unknown) and allowed himself back to the shade to have a well deserved snooze, giving everyone a little thank you smile.
Okay, maybe things would turn out better this time.
He promptly went to sleep…
~ okay, that's really the end now. :)
[I apologise for this weirdness you have just read. I enjoyed writing it, and lo and behold…it's the first multi-chapter fic I have ever finished! Yay me!
To explain some things – why did Liquid act so weird? All will be known in some time *kicks Symbrio angrily* RIGHT?! CHAPTERS PLEASE!! And then you'll get it. This was just silliness on my part. :) Hope you liked it :) maybe some more angsty Liquid one shots soon. Yay me! *ahem*
All characters except the dopey terrorists and Crimson Dingo belong to Konami, but if they're really finished with Liquid Snake, he's very welcome at my place. Crimson Dingo is a free character for anyone to use or make fun of in any fiction. It is possible he's related to Metal Wolf, but that's for Kidhighwind118 to decide :)
I never saw the end of Air Force 1 so there ;p
~ plink/Atkinson
It was *hot*
Not that it mattered mind you. Dozing beneath a sunshade, Liquid Snake, AKA James Sasha Bartlett, sighed, and turned over, semi–curled in the foetal position.
The entire crew was on holiday. Distantly he could hear Crimson Dingo challenging half the guys in Sector 6 to a volleyball competition. The voices of Sniper Wolf and Vulcan Raven joined his in the insults before the ball came into play.
So warm…He smiled to himself and slipped deeper into the comforting embrace of sleep.
Voices of the others – Viper was bitching about the fact a pelican had stolen his sandwich…and then the yell of him being chased by it…
~Ahh…this is fun~ Liquid thought. Relaxation. Recuperation.
Distantly there was a roar, and a massive boat glided close into shore. Men jumped off the boat and moored it, then brought out a portable pier to stand on, with red carpet.
Red carpet. Wow.
He sat up and stared.
No.
Ohhh no.
Lo and behold, women came off the boat, giggling and fixing up their skimpy bikinis. And behind them?
"Oh @#^%." Liquid groaned and let himself fall back onto the towel. Just his bloody luck.
"Excuse me." Growled a haughty voice. "We'd like you and your hippy commune to leave this area and find somewhere else to hold your free love festival."
"What?"
Liquid sat up, and strolled over to the security guy, who was, for the sake of things, a lot shorter than he was. Raised an eyebrow. "Look short stuff, if you haven't already checked with the government, this beach and those beach houses over there belong to us. Okay?"
"Not a chance in hell, you…you…"
"Ugh." His nightmare had come true. Liquid massaged his temples. That headache was coming back…
A moment later Brosman himself came up, demanding to know what was going on.
"A thousand dollars each for you. Think how much alcohol you-"
There were numerous clicks and metallic sounds. How Sniper Wolf had hidden that PSG-1 in that bikini is still a mystery. Everyone had pulled a gun of some sorts and looked menacing…even Ocelot wearing his 'L337 Nak3d Sk|llz' boxer shorts (he was just showing off.).
"Oh…uh…"
"We're not hippies, Mr Brosman. We believe in violence. All necessary of course, you understand. Now I suggest you leave before my friend over there shoves a stinger up your million dollar arse, hmm?"
There was a blur of sand, skin and the bay was clear once more.
Liquid sighed, listened to everyone put the weapons away (he didn't turn around to see where they were hidden, deciding that there are some things best left unknown) and allowed himself back to the shade to have a well deserved snooze, giving everyone a little thank you smile.
Okay, maybe things would turn out better this time.
He promptly went to sleep…
~ okay, that's really the end now. :)
[I apologise for this weirdness you have just read. I enjoyed writing it, and lo and behold…it's the first multi-chapter fic I have ever finished! Yay me!
To explain some things – why did Liquid act so weird? All will be known in some time *kicks Symbrio angrily* RIGHT?! CHAPTERS PLEASE!! And then you'll get it. This was just silliness on my part. :) Hope you liked it :) maybe some more angsty Liquid one shots soon. Yay me! *ahem*
All characters except the dopey terrorists and Crimson Dingo belong to Konami, but if they're really finished with Liquid Snake, he's very welcome at my place. Crimson Dingo is a free character for anyone to use or make fun of in any fiction. It is possible he's related to Metal Wolf, but that's for Kidhighwind118 to decide :)
I never saw the end of Air Force 1 so there ;p
~ plink/Atkinson