This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.
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Note: This is an AU. Although the characters are the same, it is entirely removed from the events of MGS2.
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UNSAVORY WAYS
Snake glanced at his watch, tapping his foot rhythmically on the granite steps of the New York Stock Exchange. A gray haze of people passed by him every moment, veiled by the smog and the smoke and the rain. Steam bubbled rebelliously from the dark confines of the sewers, carried the musky stench of urine.
Here she was, finally. A small figure huddled in a black coat, a wilting rose in the lapel for identification. "Took you long enough," he admonished, holding out his watch. "Am I late?" she asked. She took a look at his outstretched wrist. "Shit, I am so late. I was beating off in the tub, and next thing I know I'm rushing out the door. It takes me so goddamned long to come!"
Snake's mouth fell open. He looked at her, searching for some affirmation that she was joking, but she was already distracted, rooting around in her bag. He regained his composure. "Did you bring it?" he asked guardedly. "Of course," she replied, "do you think I'm some kind of retard?"
She found what she'd been looking for and handed it to him. A small tin box with a simple lock and latch. "Key?" he requested.
She reached up and removed the rose from her lapel. Instead of a long green fiber, the flower's stem was a jagged sliver of metal. He put it in his pocket.
She smiled wanly. "Good luck, Snake."
He smiled back, fully realizing that he'd never see her again. "Take care, Emma."
She melted into the crowd, drenched with rain. Just like her to forget an umbrella. He took one last look, then picked up his gym bag and the box and walked through the massive oak doors of the center of the universe.
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Note: This is an AU. Although the characters are the same, it is entirely removed from the events of MGS2.
...
UNSAVORY WAYS
Snake glanced at his watch, tapping his foot rhythmically on the granite steps of the New York Stock Exchange. A gray haze of people passed by him every moment, veiled by the smog and the smoke and the rain. Steam bubbled rebelliously from the dark confines of the sewers, carried the musky stench of urine.
Here she was, finally. A small figure huddled in a black coat, a wilting rose in the lapel for identification. "Took you long enough," he admonished, holding out his watch. "Am I late?" she asked. She took a look at his outstretched wrist. "Shit, I am so late. I was beating off in the tub, and next thing I know I'm rushing out the door. It takes me so goddamned long to come!"
Snake's mouth fell open. He looked at her, searching for some affirmation that she was joking, but she was already distracted, rooting around in her bag. He regained his composure. "Did you bring it?" he asked guardedly. "Of course," she replied, "do you think I'm some kind of retard?"
She found what she'd been looking for and handed it to him. A small tin box with a simple lock and latch. "Key?" he requested.
She reached up and removed the rose from her lapel. Instead of a long green fiber, the flower's stem was a jagged sliver of metal. He put it in his pocket.
She smiled wanly. "Good luck, Snake."
He smiled back, fully realizing that he'd never see her again. "Take care, Emma."
She melted into the crowd, drenched with rain. Just like her to forget an umbrella. He took one last look, then picked up his gym bag and the box and walked through the massive oak doors of the center of the universe.