(I know, it's all sucked so far. Still, if you've even read up until here,
why stop now? For the sake of good taste, maybe . . . anyways, in the name
of finishing up this shit excuse for a story, I'm going to roll out as many
chapters as I can today.)
Long Story Short
As both sides had personally taken the time to account for, one Doctor Hal Emmerich arrived about a week later slightly off-schedule, and one Roy Campbell arrived soon afterwards before expected time. As luck had it, both headed out to the small apartment complex on the same day, at the same hour, and the very same minute. Meeting in the hell, the two men looked first confused, but hastily shifted to an air of mutual respect for both parties. The two shook hands heartily, and simultaneously began explaining to one another their reasons for being here. Being two men of high intelligence, they soon deducted that the entire ordeal was little more than sheer nonsense on the part of Snake as well as Meryl. They firmly agreed to talk some sense into both of them, and that was that.
Speak of the devil, Meryl herself was currently making preparations for the guest the expected to arrive soon- that is to say, tossing Snake's mountain of dirty laundry into any discreet place she could find. Although their contact was minimal at best, the two still kept their normal habits . . . and cleanliness was not exactly Solid Snake's forte. She had just hurled a heap of Solid Snake's nearly solid socks into the closet when the knock she had expected was heard, and so she hastily latched the closet door shut to prevent the gargantuan pile of odor-causing laundry from becoming a landslide. "Be right there!" She shouted, as the door wasn't entirely too close to her, and made her way down the hall towards the source of the knock.
Snake, on the other hand, was in their room, which had now primarily become Meryl's quarters. However, he had official business there, as the hound couldn't bear to be away from Snake for too long. He was simply scratching the hound behind its left ear, to which Fubar responded by picking up his right hind leg and beating the paw against the ground in a futile attempt to join in on the scratching. Just one of those things dogs do. It was when Dave's finely-honed senses picked up on a sound at the door, and Meryl implying that she would be answering said door that he pieced together the fact that something was indeed at the door. The hound seemed to get this as well, which he showed by barreling out of the room at hazardous speeds and barking like an idiot. Expecting a visit from Roy, albeit a bit earlier than usual, Snake shouted "I got it!" and dashed off after the dog.
The two men standing outside the door, one dressed in his usual lab equipment as he was currently a rather valued member of a computer corporation and had just come from work, the other in his old military uniform for the sake of attaining a free flight (Military retirees are allowed high priority on any military flight, however they must be in uniform). The two simply waited for a few seconds as the cacophony started up inside, first a female voice, then a dog woofing like all hell, followed by a rough voice saying something not quite understandable. The door was opened seconds after all that, and the two waiting patiently allowed their eyes to survey the scene. Solid Snake, the legend himself, in clothes that badly needed washing. Meryl Silverburgh, the now-pregnant girlfriend of the legend, holding back an intimidating large dog that seemed to be having the time of its life barking up a storm at the two visitors.
Long Story Short
As both sides had personally taken the time to account for, one Doctor Hal Emmerich arrived about a week later slightly off-schedule, and one Roy Campbell arrived soon afterwards before expected time. As luck had it, both headed out to the small apartment complex on the same day, at the same hour, and the very same minute. Meeting in the hell, the two men looked first confused, but hastily shifted to an air of mutual respect for both parties. The two shook hands heartily, and simultaneously began explaining to one another their reasons for being here. Being two men of high intelligence, they soon deducted that the entire ordeal was little more than sheer nonsense on the part of Snake as well as Meryl. They firmly agreed to talk some sense into both of them, and that was that.
Speak of the devil, Meryl herself was currently making preparations for the guest the expected to arrive soon- that is to say, tossing Snake's mountain of dirty laundry into any discreet place she could find. Although their contact was minimal at best, the two still kept their normal habits . . . and cleanliness was not exactly Solid Snake's forte. She had just hurled a heap of Solid Snake's nearly solid socks into the closet when the knock she had expected was heard, and so she hastily latched the closet door shut to prevent the gargantuan pile of odor-causing laundry from becoming a landslide. "Be right there!" She shouted, as the door wasn't entirely too close to her, and made her way down the hall towards the source of the knock.
Snake, on the other hand, was in their room, which had now primarily become Meryl's quarters. However, he had official business there, as the hound couldn't bear to be away from Snake for too long. He was simply scratching the hound behind its left ear, to which Fubar responded by picking up his right hind leg and beating the paw against the ground in a futile attempt to join in on the scratching. Just one of those things dogs do. It was when Dave's finely-honed senses picked up on a sound at the door, and Meryl implying that she would be answering said door that he pieced together the fact that something was indeed at the door. The hound seemed to get this as well, which he showed by barreling out of the room at hazardous speeds and barking like an idiot. Expecting a visit from Roy, albeit a bit earlier than usual, Snake shouted "I got it!" and dashed off after the dog.
The two men standing outside the door, one dressed in his usual lab equipment as he was currently a rather valued member of a computer corporation and had just come from work, the other in his old military uniform for the sake of attaining a free flight (Military retirees are allowed high priority on any military flight, however they must be in uniform). The two simply waited for a few seconds as the cacophony started up inside, first a female voice, then a dog woofing like all hell, followed by a rough voice saying something not quite understandable. The door was opened seconds after all that, and the two waiting patiently allowed their eyes to survey the scene. Solid Snake, the legend himself, in clothes that badly needed washing. Meryl Silverburgh, the now-pregnant girlfriend of the legend, holding back an intimidating large dog that seemed to be having the time of its life barking up a storm at the two visitors.