Raiden sat down on the couch provided in the control room. He looked at a
locker door, which was decorated with a poster of a woman in a bikini. He
laughed, thinking. //C'mon, can't think of that. Rose is waiting for you
back home. //
With a smirk, he crossed his legs and placed his right hand on his M9, held in its holster. Footsteps neared, so Raiden jumped behind the couch and crouched. He leaned his M9 up on the top of the couch and aimed it at the door. His heartbeat raced as the door, as if in slow motion, hissed open. A woman jumped in and looked around the room, holding her gun at chest- height.
"Snake, clear."
"The hallway, too."
As Snake spoke, Raiden got up behind the couch. Pixie aimed her gun at his head, but then lowered it.
"Raiden! It's been too long!"
Snake walked in, a cigarette held tightly through clenched lips. "The time for a reunion is later. Get in,"
Pixie stepped inside the room, Snake followed along quietly. The door shut behind them as Snake's codec rang. He excused himself and pressed down on his neck.
Otacon: "Snake, are you smoking? Oh well, I've checked out Pixie's files. She's working for Colonel Niuba. And, he works for the immediate forces. Invisible's been in many missions, and started out with VR training. Don't underestimate her, she's probably just as good as you. Oh, and. The ship has only about 50 guards assigned to it."
Snake: "All right. Got it. Snake out,"
Snake looked back at Raiden and Pixie. They seemed to be talking about what happened after they left VR training.
"Sorry to intrude, but we need to get back to the mission."
Pixie leaned onto her heels and swung around to face Snake. Raiden looked around Pixie to Snake.
Snake: "The security has been taken offline, other than the guards and they've probably now doubled guard sec-"
Pixie smiled. "Actually, probably not. I've placed a device on the computer to knock out all access to security changes, radios and the ability to see anything wrong in the security."
Raiden smiled. "I guess that one's taken care of. Now what?"
Snake: "The ship is containing only 50 guards, on 10 decks." He died his cig and threw it into a trash bin. "Not including the bridge. So that makes about 5 on each deck. To make our search more successful, we should split up." He looked at the two, and they nodded. "We've secured the first 5, so I'll take six and seven. Raiden, you take eight. And, Pixie." He paused for a second. "You take 9 and 10. We meet at the bridge at 0600 hours sharp for pick-up. Got it?"
Raiden pouted. "Why do I only get one deck?"
Pixie turned to him. "'Cause me and Snake have had more experience with this sort of thing then you." She said, without one smile on her face.
Raiden kicked the ground and stomped to the door. "Meet you there." He stomped out once the door opened, and headed up the two decks to the eighth.
Pixie silently walked to the door. She winked and pulled her stealth-Trench coat on. "See you in two hours, handsome." She stepped out and headed up the three decks.
Snake frowned and pulled out another cigarette. "I guess so," He said, heading out the door.
With a smirk, he crossed his legs and placed his right hand on his M9, held in its holster. Footsteps neared, so Raiden jumped behind the couch and crouched. He leaned his M9 up on the top of the couch and aimed it at the door. His heartbeat raced as the door, as if in slow motion, hissed open. A woman jumped in and looked around the room, holding her gun at chest- height.
"Snake, clear."
"The hallway, too."
As Snake spoke, Raiden got up behind the couch. Pixie aimed her gun at his head, but then lowered it.
"Raiden! It's been too long!"
Snake walked in, a cigarette held tightly through clenched lips. "The time for a reunion is later. Get in,"
Pixie stepped inside the room, Snake followed along quietly. The door shut behind them as Snake's codec rang. He excused himself and pressed down on his neck.
Otacon: "Snake, are you smoking? Oh well, I've checked out Pixie's files. She's working for Colonel Niuba. And, he works for the immediate forces. Invisible's been in many missions, and started out with VR training. Don't underestimate her, she's probably just as good as you. Oh, and. The ship has only about 50 guards assigned to it."
Snake: "All right. Got it. Snake out,"
Snake looked back at Raiden and Pixie. They seemed to be talking about what happened after they left VR training.
"Sorry to intrude, but we need to get back to the mission."
Pixie leaned onto her heels and swung around to face Snake. Raiden looked around Pixie to Snake.
Snake: "The security has been taken offline, other than the guards and they've probably now doubled guard sec-"
Pixie smiled. "Actually, probably not. I've placed a device on the computer to knock out all access to security changes, radios and the ability to see anything wrong in the security."
Raiden smiled. "I guess that one's taken care of. Now what?"
Snake: "The ship is containing only 50 guards, on 10 decks." He died his cig and threw it into a trash bin. "Not including the bridge. So that makes about 5 on each deck. To make our search more successful, we should split up." He looked at the two, and they nodded. "We've secured the first 5, so I'll take six and seven. Raiden, you take eight. And, Pixie." He paused for a second. "You take 9 and 10. We meet at the bridge at 0600 hours sharp for pick-up. Got it?"
Raiden pouted. "Why do I only get one deck?"
Pixie turned to him. "'Cause me and Snake have had more experience with this sort of thing then you." She said, without one smile on her face.
Raiden kicked the ground and stomped to the door. "Meet you there." He stomped out once the door opened, and headed up the two decks to the eighth.
Pixie silently walked to the door. She winked and pulled her stealth-Trench coat on. "See you in two hours, handsome." She stepped out and headed up the three decks.
Snake frowned and pulled out another cigarette. "I guess so," He said, heading out the door.
