Chapter 6: The Grave Diggers

Raiden was taken care of by Meryl, we contacted Rose and she rushed back to the apartment. But me and Otacon had other things to do, like digging up my grave. We were in the jeep again this time we had music playing, old Van Hallen tapes that were warped from years of use. I was speeding again, this time I was looking for my cemetery.

Otacon: "You got the M9?" he was referring to my tranquilizer pistol, it was a converted Beretta M92f with an excellent suppressor. I patted my chest and felt the metal under my shirt.

Snake: "Oh yeah, never leave home without it" Otacon sniggered

The tires whirred under the jeep, it was a low drone that only seemed to perpetuate the repetitiveness of driving.

We drove for what seemed like an hour and finally we came up on a small dirt road with a metal arch over it. "Waverly Cemetery" was etched into the iron plaque. We turned slowly into the drive. I saw headstones floating above the graves in the shadows like the ghosts of the corpses hovering above the bodies they once inhabited. I almost felt a presence in the air. The graves surrounded us, all like ghouls closing in for the kill, but our business was not with them. I look downward and saw a small brick building in the distance watching over the rest of the cemetery, that was our target. I drove slowly towards the mausoleum, the lights shone on the building and revealed a man dressed in blue.

Snake: "s***, security." I reached into my shirt and pulled out my M9. The Officer walked up to the car door and shined the flashlight into my face. "Is there a problem officer?"

Officer: "Yes there is it is after hours and... WHAT THE!?!" I pointed the gun at his throat

Snake: "Have a nice night officer..." the dart exited the gun with hardly any noise knocking the guard out almost instantly.

When we got to the front of the mausoleum I looked up at the beautiful stained glass of Jesus on the crucifix and took a deep sigh.

Snake: "Forgive me, God" SMASH, my fist went through the window, shards of colored gems fell to the ground. I started climbing through, my hands bled as I Lifted myself on broken glass.

Snake: "Otacon."

Otacon: "Yeah, Snake"

Snake: "Get me the door charge."

Otacon: "Why didn't you use it instead of bashing in that stained window?"

Snake: "... oops. I forgot" Otacon shook his head I just kind of laughed.

I landed on the marble floor with an echoing crunch of the glass under my boots. Otacon hopped in after me and clicked on a flash light.

Otacon: "Here" he tossed me a flash when I turned it on it illuminated stone panels on the walls with engraved bronze plaques on each one of the. I searched for a specific name. Up and down my eyes searched for the right crypt. There it was, Solid Snake, my tomb. Otacon handed me the charge and I placed it on the front of the stone crypt. There was a beep and then an explosion. Chunks of rock flew through the room bouncing off of our bodies and the walls. After the dust settled I saw my casket waiting to be opened up.

Snake: "Otacon help me get this." We both lugged the huge box onto the floor with a thud. I rubbed my hands together, this was it, what we've been saving for all these years. It was stuck but we opened it with only minor difficulty. CREEEK the hinges were rusted and loud from years of humid storage. There was a blanket covering up something lumpy. When I pulled it back there was weapons of every sort. My FAMAS from Shadow Moses, my SOCOM, grenades, flash bangs, chaff, the stinger, even Meryl's Desert Eagle.

Otacon: "Man I forgot how much stuff you stored here."

Snake: "Now we can go on that mission" I dug through the weapons and found my sneaking suit from Shadow Moses. There was a couple of bullet holes in it and a few blood stains but other than that it was in working order.

Snake: "Okay we need to get this stuff into the jeep" We lifted the casket and slid it through the window.

We made it, we got all the gear we needed to go on this mission. Now it was time to get a way up there. We new exactly the man for the job. So we headed for the airport bar, Peaty was probably drunk off his ass but all we needed was his airplane. We pulled in the parking lot for the airport and strode off for the final piece we needed before we could get to ANWAR . I opened the door and a cloud of cigarette smoke slapped me across the face. Otacon coughed uncontrollably, he was asthmatic and could not take smoke. We looked around and saw probably eight drunken pilots but Peaty was the only one surrounded by a crowd of giggling girls. He was telling them about his adventures with a former military agent and a computer whiz destroying giant robots and saving the world. We walked up and got very close.

Snake: "Hello, Peaty..." his face darted up and he looked like he saw a ghost