Chapter 3
Fortune finally realizes what she wanted and got it (cup of sugar). The evening is finally wrapping up and Olga left.
Snake: Damn. . . I won't stop until I get her to say that she has us under surveillance.
Hal: Why don't you just use your stealth camo and see what she's doing. Maybe find a camera receiver or something.
Snake: No!
Hal: Why not?
Snake: (slyly) Why don't we put cameras in her place?
Hal: Whoa, there is no "we" in this, I'm just giving you some ideas.
Snake: (devilishly) Hmm. . . Maybe I'll do that tomorrow, when she leaves for work.
Snake grabs the nearly empty bottle of vodka and finishes it off.
Snake: Otacon, I'm off to bed. Maybe we should call the hospital tomorrow so I can get my Socom back.
Hal: Okay Snake. Lets get your Socom back tomorrow.
Snake leaves off to his room, and soon after, loud snoring can be heard coming from it. Hal looks around and creeps to his pc. He moves his mouse and clicks on an icon. A video feed is seen on his screen and an apartment is seen.
Hal: Heheh. . . Come on out Olga.
Nothing is to be seen for about ten minutes, and then he can hear a baby crying. Nobody is going to help it either. Suddenly, the door is knocked down, and Olga has her gun drawn and pointed at Hal.
Olga: Clever. Making me think that Snake was interested in putting surveillance in my apartment.
Hal: (clearing throat) Uh. . . He actually was going to throw a camera into your apartment, but I talked him out of it.
Olga: So instead you put a camera in my apartment?
Hal: Well, actually I have a camera in every apartment room in this complex, but I know Fortune isn't going to get up and I wouldn't want to watch the Spy Kid family. They're all a bunch of losers! They would have found my camera if they were real spies. . .
Olga: You mean the kids from that movie? Does Antonio Banderas live here too?
Hal: No, no, no. Not the movie Spy Kids. It is a real family of secret operatives. I have a camera there, but I don't keep them under surveillance.
Olga: Why not?
Hal: Why not? It's more like why.
Olga: Oh, you'd rather watch your Russian friend, huh?
Hal: If I just tell you where the camera is, will you just leave me alone?
Olga: Sure.
Hal: Ok, the camera is up in your smoke detector.
Olga: Thanks! Bye.
Olga runs out and Hal relocks his door. He creeps back to his computer and sees Olga on the screen reaching up to a smoke detector and unscrews it. Then she seems to find what she was looking for and Hal sees her use her gun and shoot the mini-camera. A loud bang is heard over his speakers. Hal switches his camera over to the Spy Kids apartment. He sees the wife who he thinks is in disguise because of the handle-bar mustache. The husband also has a handle bar mustache.
Hal: Jeez, last week they had imperial goatees. Now they all look like a bunch of Mario and Luigi's.
Then on his screen two kids appear wearing pajamas and handle-bar mustaches.
Hal: Good God!
He quickly turns his computer off at that last sight.
Hal: Off to bed for me.
Back at Olga's house, she sees Hal on her computer stumble to his room.
Olga: (laughing) Never trust a Russian, Otacon!
Fortune finally realizes what she wanted and got it (cup of sugar). The evening is finally wrapping up and Olga left.
Snake: Damn. . . I won't stop until I get her to say that she has us under surveillance.
Hal: Why don't you just use your stealth camo and see what she's doing. Maybe find a camera receiver or something.
Snake: No!
Hal: Why not?
Snake: (slyly) Why don't we put cameras in her place?
Hal: Whoa, there is no "we" in this, I'm just giving you some ideas.
Snake: (devilishly) Hmm. . . Maybe I'll do that tomorrow, when she leaves for work.
Snake grabs the nearly empty bottle of vodka and finishes it off.
Snake: Otacon, I'm off to bed. Maybe we should call the hospital tomorrow so I can get my Socom back.
Hal: Okay Snake. Lets get your Socom back tomorrow.
Snake leaves off to his room, and soon after, loud snoring can be heard coming from it. Hal looks around and creeps to his pc. He moves his mouse and clicks on an icon. A video feed is seen on his screen and an apartment is seen.
Hal: Heheh. . . Come on out Olga.
Nothing is to be seen for about ten minutes, and then he can hear a baby crying. Nobody is going to help it either. Suddenly, the door is knocked down, and Olga has her gun drawn and pointed at Hal.
Olga: Clever. Making me think that Snake was interested in putting surveillance in my apartment.
Hal: (clearing throat) Uh. . . He actually was going to throw a camera into your apartment, but I talked him out of it.
Olga: So instead you put a camera in my apartment?
Hal: Well, actually I have a camera in every apartment room in this complex, but I know Fortune isn't going to get up and I wouldn't want to watch the Spy Kid family. They're all a bunch of losers! They would have found my camera if they were real spies. . .
Olga: You mean the kids from that movie? Does Antonio Banderas live here too?
Hal: No, no, no. Not the movie Spy Kids. It is a real family of secret operatives. I have a camera there, but I don't keep them under surveillance.
Olga: Why not?
Hal: Why not? It's more like why.
Olga: Oh, you'd rather watch your Russian friend, huh?
Hal: If I just tell you where the camera is, will you just leave me alone?
Olga: Sure.
Hal: Ok, the camera is up in your smoke detector.
Olga: Thanks! Bye.
Olga runs out and Hal relocks his door. He creeps back to his computer and sees Olga on the screen reaching up to a smoke detector and unscrews it. Then she seems to find what she was looking for and Hal sees her use her gun and shoot the mini-camera. A loud bang is heard over his speakers. Hal switches his camera over to the Spy Kids apartment. He sees the wife who he thinks is in disguise because of the handle-bar mustache. The husband also has a handle bar mustache.
Hal: Jeez, last week they had imperial goatees. Now they all look like a bunch of Mario and Luigi's.
Then on his screen two kids appear wearing pajamas and handle-bar mustaches.
Hal: Good God!
He quickly turns his computer off at that last sight.
Hal: Off to bed for me.
Back at Olga's house, she sees Hal on her computer stumble to his room.
Olga: (laughing) Never trust a Russian, Otacon!