Chapter 10

Riki and Snake

Riki and Snake left the room back to the place of the massacre. "Okay, I'm calling Campbell now."

Riki nodded to Snake.

"Colonel, that ninja is Grey Fox." Snake said.

"No way…" Riki was astonished. "Impossible."

"No…there's no doubt about it…"

"Ridiculous." Campbell said. "You of all people should know that he died in Zanzibar…"
"No…" Naomi interrupted. "He should have died. But he didn't."

"What!" They all screamed.

"It happened before I joined FOX-HOUND's medical staff. They were using a soldier for their gene therapy experiments."

"I never heard that," Campbell said.

"Well, apparently there's a lot that you don't know!" Riki yelled.

"Riki…"

"Snake," Naomi continued. "It happened right after you retired…My predecessor, Dr. Clark, was in charge."

"Dr. Clark?" Campbell asked.

"Yes. He started the gene therapy project."

"And where is he now?" Snake asked.

"He was killed in an explosion in his lab two years ago."

"So what about this soldier?" Riki asked, more calmly.

"Apparently for their test subject, they decided to use the body of a soldier who was recovered after the fall of Zanzibar…"

"And that soldier was Grey Fox?" Snake asked.

"But he was already dead!"

"Yes. But they revived him. They fitted him with a prototype exoskeleton and kept him drugged for four years while they experimented on him like a plaything. Today's genome soldiers were born from those experiments."

"That's the sickest thing I've ever heard." Campbell sounded ill.

"They used him to test all sorts of gene therapy techniques."

"Naomi, why didn't you tell us about this sooner?" Riki asked.

"Because…it's confidential."

"Is that the only reason?" Snake questioned Naomi.

"Naomi," Campbell interjected. "What happened to Grey Fox after that?"

"The record says he died in the explosion."

"I see. But if that ninja is Grey Fox, the question is why?"

"From what I could tell, he didn't know who he was," Snake told him.

"Are you saying he's just a mindless robot?" Campbell asked.

"I'm not sure, but he seems intent on fighting me to the death…we'll meet again. I know it."

"So you'll fight again?" Naomi asked him. "Until he's dead?"

"We don't know," Riki said.

"I'd rather not kill him, but maybe that's what he wants." The codec clicks off and they returned to Dr. Emmerich.

Snake walks up to Emmerich. "Are you okay?" he asked. Emmerich was sitting on the floor. Riki stretched out her hand, offering to help him up.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Snake. I believe you know Manta."

"Yeah…I'm Hal Emmerich"

Riki sort of blushed. Snake rolled his eyes.

"I was hoping so. I'm not one of…" Snake started.

"I know. Manta told me."

"Okay. I usually work alone, but she is a long story." Snake pointed to Riki. She sarcastically hit him in the shoulder.

"Are you Otaku?"

Snake just gave him a confused look. "Come on. We can't stay here forever."

Emmerich started to walk off, but had a slight limp.

"Are you hurt?" Riki asked, running to him.

"I just twisted my ankle a little bit trying to get away."

"Well if that's all, it's nothing to worry about. I want to ask you something. We need information about Metal Gear."

"Huh? Metal Gear?"

"Yeah. What's it really designed for?"

"It's a mobile TMD (theater missile defense). It's designed to shoot down nuclear missiles…only for defensive purposes, of course."

"Liar!" Snake yelled and grabbed Emmerich by the collar of his shirt. He lifted him up off of the ground. "I already know that Metal Gear is nothing but a nuclear-equipped, walking death mobile!"

"Snake!" Riki yelled.

"Nuclear? What are you talking about?"

"The terrorists are planning to use Metal Gear to launch a nuclear missile. Are you telling me you didn't know?"

"They're gonna put a dismantled warhead in Metal Gear's TMD missile module?"

Snake put Emmerich back onto the ground. "Wrong. From the beginning, the purpose of this exercise was to test Metal Gear's nuclear launch capability using a dummy nuclear warhead. The terrorists are just continuing the work you started!"

"No, you're wrong…"

"I heard it directly from your boss, Baker."

"No…a nuclear missile on Rex…?"

"…So you really didn't know?" Riki asked him. "How odd."

"No. All the armament was built by a separate department…and the president personally supervised the final assembly of the main unit."

"Baker?" Riki asked.

"Yeah. I was never told exactly what they armed Rex with. I…I only know it's equipped with a vulcan cannon, a laser and a rail gun."

"A rail gun?" Snake asked.

"Yeah. It uses magnets to fire bullets at extremely high velocities. The technology was originally developed for the SDI system…and later…scrapped. We were successful in miniaturizing it. In a joint venture between ArmsTech and Rivermore National Labs. The rail gun is on Rex's right arm."

"Metal Gear's main function is to launch nuclear missiles. Are you sure you're not forgetting something?"

"It's true that Metal Gear has a missile module on his back that can carry up to 8 missiles, but…are you saying it was originally meant to carry nuclear missiles?"

"Yeah," Riki said. "But we don't think that's all."

"If Metal Gear fired only standard nuclear missiles," Snake continued. "then they should already have all the practical data they need."

"No…could it be?" Dr. Emmerich turned around and sat down in a nearby chair. "Metal Gear's co-developer…Rivermore National Labs, was working on a new type of nuclear weapon. They were using NOVA and NIF, laser nuclear fusion testing equipment...and supercomputers."

"So," Riki stated. "They developed a new type of nuclear weapon in a VR testing lab."

"Yes, but…you can't use visual data on a battlefield. They would need actual launch data." Dr. Emmerich stood up out of the chair and walked to the wall. "These are some of the supercomputers. If you link these, you can test everything in a virtual environment. But it's all just theoretical…"

"So this exercise was designed to test the real thing?" Snake asked.

"What did our president do?" Dr. Emmerich voice grew louder. "If the terrorists launch that thing…" He fell to the ground and began to hit the floor with his fists. "Damn! Damn! I'm such a fool! It's all my fault…" A tear fell down Dr. Emmerich's cheek. Riki kneeled beside him in an effort to comfort him. He looked at her and smiled. "The truth is…my grandfather was part of the Manhattan Project. He suffered with the guilt for the rest of his life. And my father…" Dr. Emmerich stood up. "My father was born on August 6, 1945…"

"The day of the Hiroshima bomb…" Snake said. "God's got a sense of humor all right."

"Three generations of Emmerich men…We must have the curse of nuclear weapons written into our DNA. I used to think that I could use science to help mankind. But the one that wound up getting used was me. Using science to help mankind…that's just in the movies." Dr. Emmerich started to cry. Riki put a hand on his shoulder.

Snake seemed to act a little cold hearted. "That's enough crying. Pull yourself together."

I've never seen a man cry before, Riki thought. He's got a tender heart.

 Riki thought.

"Where is Metal Gear?" Snake asked. "Where on this base are they keeping it?"

Dr. Emmerich responded, "Rex is in the underground maintenance base."

"Where's that?" Riki asked.

"North of the Communications Tower. But it's a long way there."

"The emergency override system for the detonation code is there too?"

"Yeah, in the maintenance base's Control Room. You'd better hurry. If they were planning a launch from the start, then their ballistic program is probably finished. And since they haven't called for me in a few hours, they must not need me. They must be ready to launch."

"Meryl's got the detonation override keys. We'll link up with her." Snake thought for a second. "Meryl is…"

"I know Meryl…don't worry." Dr. Emmerich smiled again. "If we can't override the launch, we'll have to destroy Rex. I'll show you the way." Dr. Emmerich started to limp off.

"On that leg of yours? You'll just slow us down."

"You'll need me if you're gonna destroy Rex."

"You're not needed. Just your brain."

"Hey," Riki said in Emmerich's defense. "Don't be mean." Snake glared at her.

"I created Rex," Emmerich continued. "It's my right…my duty to destroy him." Aww…He's such a good person… Riki was thinking.

"If you get a chance, try to escape," Snake told Emmerich. "When the coast is clear, I'll contact you by codec."

"How am I supposed to escape from an island?" Emmerich asked.

"Okay…I want you to hide somewhere and keep me informed. You know this place well, don't you?"

"Course I do. And don't worry…I've got this." Emmerich turned on his stealth camouflage. Cool…he's got one, too. "It's the same technology as the ninja. FOX-HOUND was going to use them but…With this, I'll be fine. Bad leg and all." Cheapskates… Riki thought.

"Hey," Riki piped up. "I'll stay with you. If that's okay with you, oh mighty one." Riki was talking to Snake. He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Keep him safe, Curious Georgette," Snake replied.

Riki laughed. He used to call her that when they were kids.

"Okay, but I want Meryl to watch after you too."

"But…" Riki said.

"Hush!" Snake called Meryl on the codec. "Meryl, Emmerich's okay."

"That's a relief." Meryl sighed.

"I want you to look after him. Manta too. She'll be with him. Where are you now?"

"Very close."

Some guards spotted her. "There she is! Over there!"

"Oh, no! Damn…they've spotted me!" Meryl's burst transmission broke.

"Meryl! What happened!" The codec clicked off. Snake looked at Emmerich and Riki. "Something's wrong."

"Snake, Meryl was wearing the same green uniform as the terrorists."

"A disguise?"

"She had such a cute way of walking. She kind of wiggles her behind…"

"You were really looking."

"Well, she's got a very cute behind…"

Ugh… Riki thought.

"Way of walking, huh?"

"If she's disguised as the enemy, you'll have to contact her when she's alone, huh? There's only one place where we can be sure she's by herself."

"Where's that?"

"Don't be so dense…"

Riki hit him on the shoulder again.

"Here…use this security card. It's security Level 4."

"Okay…Here take my old one, Manta."

"Cool, my first PAN card. I feel…special."

Snake sighed. He started to remember what had happened to all the other people he's met after them giving him a PAN card. He turned to Emmerich. "You're not in pain, are you?"

"Huh?"

"You feel okay? Nothing bothering you?" Snake patted Emmerich on the shoulder. Emmerich backed away.

"What's wrong? Getting all friendly all of a sudden?"

Riki laughed. "He's scared, that's all."

"I am not."

"Yeah…" Emmerich looked at Riki, confused. "I'll explain later," she said.

"Okay. Hey, you guys, call me Otacon."

"Otacon?" both Snake and Riki say in unison.

"It stands for Otaku Convention. An Otaku is a guy like me who likes Japanimation." Otacon explained all about Japan and robots. It was a long speech. Naturally, Riki was interested. Also naturally, Snake was not. "I didn't get into science to make nuclear weapons, believe it or not. I wanted to build robots. My luck came short with the deadly ones."

"It sounds kinda childish to me," Snake said.

"Shuttup, Snake. I don't think so." Riki hit Snake on the back of the head.

"Girl, hit me one more time and I'll hit you back. I promise."

Riki poked him on the forehead and Snake rolled his eyes.

"Females…"

"We have to take responsibility," Otacon said. "The greatest weapons were created by scientists who wanted to be famous. That's all stopping now with me. I won't take part in murder any more."

"That's the spirit," Riki said.

Snake was getting fed up with Riki but ignored her. "I need some information."

"Sure, ask me anything," Otacon said. "Anything about this base or Rex. And…with my stealth, I can sneak in and out of the armory and mess hall. I can get you anything you need. Just tell me, and I'll…well, we'll be there." Otacon smiled in Riki's direction. "My frequency is 141.12."

Snake gave Otacon his frequency and said goodbye.

Riki waived. "Hey, I'll 'randomly' call ya sometime."

Snake laughed and headed out the door. Snake and Manta were officially on separate journeys once more.

Chapter 11

Manta and Otacon

"Hey," Manta said.

"What?" Otacon asked as he sat down in the nearest chair.

"Where did you get your stealth?"

"I…uh…invented it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah…" Otacon wasn't really used to Manta's naive personality. She wasn't really naive, she just liked to act that way.

"Can I have one? Please?" Manta begged. She even got down on her knees.

"Well…"

"Please, please, please?"

"Only if you promise to use it well."

"Uh…yeah…of course." Manta almost automatically thought of ways to use it for purposes other than destroying Metal Gear.

"Okay." Otacon pointed toward the supercomputers. "Do you see the closet over there?"

"Yeah."

"There's a box of them at the bottom on the floor. Open it and get one."

"Alright!" Manta did just what Otacon had said. She shut the closet door and walked up to him. "Um…how do you put it on?"

Otacon sighed. "Like this." He got up out of his chair and attached the stealth to her camo jacket. He put it where it was almost directly over her heart.

Manta began to shiver.

"What's wrong?" Otacon asked.

"N…n…Nothing. I…" she began to make obvious excuses. "It…it's cold…Don't you believe in heaters?"

Otacon just laughed. He noticed that she wasn't telling the truth.

"Hey," Manta said softly.

"Hmm?"

She started to say one thing but she changed her mind. "Uh…how did you get the idea for the stealth?"

"The little one?"

"Sure…I think."

"It's a miniature of the Metal Gear stealth."

"Oh…that makes sense." She pulled a rubber band out of her pocket and put her hair up in a bun.

"I thought you said you were cold," Otacon observed.

"I am. My hair's in the way."

"In the way of what?" Otacon walked toward the door.

"My face." Manta laughed. "What do you think?"

"Well, mostly about scientific studies. Why?"

"Huh?" Manta looked confused. "What?"

"I'm joking."

"Oh," Manta said sheepishly. This was the first time someone told her a comeback that she didn't laugh at. She was usually the one telling lame jokes.

"Let's go," Otacon told her.

"Where?"

"Wherever. All we have to do is wait until Snake calls with a certain need."

"He'll probably never call."

"Good. More time for us."

"Huh?"

"I thought we should get to know each other, being as how we're here together. We're strangers."

"Oh," Manta said in a happy tone. "Cool."

"So…Where ya from?"

"Here. Alaska."

"Really? Cool."

"Not cool. Cold. Freezing actually."

"Ha. Funny. I see we both have fetishes for lame jokes."

"Apparently." Manta said with a warm smile.

Otacon smiled back. "Let's get out of here."

"Sure. I'm hungry. Does this place have a cafeteria?"

"Yeah. Follow me."

"We have to be careful of the guards. And besides, the next room is gassed."

"Be careful of the guards?"

"Oh…that's right. No, we don't. Heh…stealth rocks."

Manta and Otacon ran through the next room quickly and Manta opened the door to exit.

"That sucks."

"What?" Manta asked.

"Gas."

"Yeah. So, where's the food?"

"This way," Otacon said through a laugh.

Otacon and Manta turned on their stealth. They talked all the way to the cafeteria.

"OUCH!" Manta yelled as she fell to the floor.

"What?" Otacon asked. "Oh, you fell. Over what?"

Manta pointed to a something that was now in the corner. "It looks like a gun from here." She was still on the floor.

Otacon went over to the item and picked it up. Sure enough, it was a gun. "A…a socom?" He handed the gun to her.

"Yeah, I think so. What is a socom doing in the middle of the floor?"

"No idea." Otacon reached to her, a gesture to help her off the floor. Manta apparently pulled too hard because Otacon fell on top of her. They both smiled and Otacon blushed very noticeably. Otacon gazed into Manta's eyes. He had no idea that someone's eyes could be so beautifully green.

"Do you mind getting off?" Manta asked after a small laugh.

"Oh, sorry." Otacon must have lost himself. He had completely forgotten that he was lying on top of her. He rolled off from the top of her. They both stood up and Manta noticed just how badly that Otacon was blushing.

"So, do you like music?" Manta asked quickly in order to end the silence.

"What? Yeah, a-a little bit."

"What kind?"

"Uh…C…classical." Otacon was obviously the type to listen to classical music.

"Who's your favorite?"

"Bach, I guess. I really like all classical equally though."

"Well, I'm in to Country and I just began to listen to some Rock. I'm not really into classical and I think Rap and Metal suck."

"Metal does not suck," Otacon said before he could think.

"Huh? You're kidding? Metal and Classical? Wow. Two extremes…I really do like you."

Otacon blushed again. "Yeah, I listen to Metal when I'm really mad or really into my work. Classical gets me in the mood to work and Metal helps me finish."

"Do you not care about the lyrics?"

"Not really. I can never tell what the singers are trying to get across. All I care about is the music part."

"Awesomeness."

"Huh?"

"Oh, just a new word of my inventions. That's all I invent…new words that only I usually use."

"Awesomeness," Otacon said. Both of them had a good laugh.

"Otacon, do you know how to use a gun?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"Well, for the time being, you might need to learn."

"Oh?"

"Yeah…uh…" Manta pulled out the socom that she and Otacon discovered and handed it over to him. "First, take the safety off before you use it." She walked behind him and placed her arms around him. She reached for the gun. "To aim…all I can tell you is to pretty much guess. When you really need to shoot, it'll come naturally."

Otacon started to shake a little. "What's wrong?" Manta asked. "Nervous?"

"S…sorta."

"Do you understand how to use the gun?"

"In a way, I guess. I'll figure it out."

"Good, you keep it. I've got tons of my own."

Otacon chuckled under his breath. They continued to walk and talk until they reached the cafeteria.

Chapter 12

Manta and Otacon

"Food!" Manta screamed and ran into the cafeteria. "Oh, most precious food! I love you! My best friend…" Manta grabbed a banana from a bowl on the counter and started to dance with it.

Otacon walked in and couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud. He picked up an apple and went over to the sink to wash it off.

"Why are you doing that?" Manta asked peeling her banana.

"It gets all the pesticides off or any extra dirt…and stuff like that."

"Why wash off the dirt? All you're doing is wasting all that extra minerals. Mr. Wasteful."

Otacon scoffed. "So, you want to die? Pesticides are dangerous."

"So is this mission. I'm not washing it off am I?"

Otacon rolled his eyes.

Manta went over to the refrigerator and randomly grabbed everything she could. She went to the stove and flamed it up. She still had half of the banana in her mouth. "Want anything?" Manta mumbled in Otacon's direction.

"Sure, I guess. I'll take some of whatever you're fixing."

"Great…easier for me."

Manta fixed scrambled eggs with cheese, tomatoes, and green peppers.

"Umm…Manta?"

"Yeah?"

"What would you say if I told you that I'm allergic to eggs?"

Manta looked at the counter and saw two skillets full. She looked at Otacon. "I'd tell you that you'd probably die, why?"

"Because I am."

"Won-der-ful. What can I fix you that you're not allergic to?"

"Not much."

"You can't be serious."

"Umm…What else is there?"

"Only one can of Ravioli."

"All right! I'm definitely not allergic to that yummy goodness!"

"Yummy goodness? And I thought only I came up with the weird words."

Otacon grabbed the can of Ravioli and ran for the microwave. "My favorite!"

I really do like this guy…he's hilarious.

As Manta was trying to eat her two skillets of eggs, Otacon's Ravioli in the microwave dinged. "Done!"

"Obviously," Manta said. I've never seen someone so excited over a can of Ravioli. Not even my little cousins.

"Mmm…"

"You warmed it up in the can?"

"Yeah, always have."

"Weird. Cool-Weird. But weird."

As soon as Otacon sat down to devour his long lost love, Snake called him.

"What, Snake? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. A little. I'm stuck in this cell. I can't get out. Oh, and I was tortured by that maniacal handless man, ya know. Ocelot."

"Seriously?"

"No, I was kidding."

"…………..."

"Sarcasm Otacon."

"Oh. Manta turn on your codec."

"Will do."

"Yeah," Snake said. "I ran into Sniper Wolf after killing Psycho Mantis and she shot Meryl. Pretty bad. I don't know if she'll make it." It fell silent for a few minutes. "Anyway, they caught me and Ocelot tortured me. He stuck me in this stupid cell. I have a roommate though."

"Really, who?" Manta asked.

"The DARPA chief. Looks like he's been here awhile. Smells like it."

"Ugh."

"You killed Mantis? Well…We're on our way." Otacon said and ended the conversation. "Grab the ketchup."

"Why?"

"I have an idea."

"Okay." Manta grabbed the ketchup from the fridge.

"Oh, no."

"What?" Manta asked.

"My Ravioli. I didn't get to eat it all."

"Take it with you. It's in the can."

"You're right." Otacon grabbed the can and they both headed out the door.

Otacon and Manta headed toward the torture room where Snake's cell was. They went through the place where Snake defeated Psycho Mantis and passed the caves where the snow dogs were kept.

The dogs reacted graciously toward both Otacon and Manta. "Wow. They're all beautiful dogs." Manta picked up one of the puppies.

"Yes, they are but we need to get to Snake."

"Snake can wait. He's a big boy."

"But…"
"Shut up, Hal."

"Hal?"

"Yeah, we're friends now, right?"

Otacon nodded.

"So, let's use our real names. Okay?"

"Sure, Riki. Let's go."

"Oh, just a few more minutes. Please?"

"No. We need to go."

"But…I love these dogs. Especially this one." Manta nuzzled the puppy she was holding. "He's so cute."

"Snake's in trouble."

"Well, maybe he should get used to it. He doesn't always get into trouble. It's not always a bad thing, ya know? Being all 'espionagy' and stuff."

"We need to go."

"Can I take him with me?"

"No, Riki. Come on."

"Only if he can come."

"No."

Manta gave Otacon puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. Come on, let's get going."

"Yay! You get to come too, little puppy." Manta put the puppy in her jacket and zipped it up where the puppy's head was sticking out at the top. "This jacket has bullet-proof material, so you won't get hurt." The puppy made a happy yelp. "He likes me," Manta said looking at Otacon.

"Good, now let's go." Otacon opened the door with his Pan card. As soon as they walked in, they noticed the bloodstained floor where Meryl had fallen. They walked away feeling very saddened.

They heard footsteps and stopped. A pale woman walked toward them. She got closer to Otacon. Up close and personal, right up in his face. "Hal," she said with a growl in her voice. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you."

"Riki," he said. "This is Sniper Wolf."

Manta had a scared look on her face.

"Don't worry. She's my sister."

"Huh? No way."

"Well, not really. We became real close and we consider each other siblings."

"Oh, Okay. One question. How does she know where we are? The dog is hidden, too, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he's hidden. She can recognize the reflection. She was the first person I showed it to."

"Yes. Very true." Wolf walked up to Manta. "And please be careful with Nikita. He's very special."

"Nikita?" Manta asked. "The dog? Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful dog."

"You can keep him with you if you promise to keep him safe. He's my baby. I helped birth him. His mother died in the process. I raised her from his size. A sad time, but his siblings are as equally loved. Keep him safe. I will collect him later. I trust you, being as you are with Hal."

"I will…thank you."

"You are very welcome." She turned back to Otacon. "So, what are you doing?"

"We have to free Snake."

"Yes, please do. I have marked him."

"Marked him?" Manta asked.

"I have put my label on him…" Wolf raised her hand to Manta's face and pressed her nails to the skin but did not scratch. "...I can not track him down if I know where he is."

"Good point. Track him down?"

"I'm more like my wolves than most people can comprehend."

"We need to get going," Otacon pressed again. "Thank you, Wolf. Bye."

"Goodbye, little brother…and friend." She watched them walk off. "Wait!"

"What is it?" Otacon asked.

"My handkerchief. I wanted to give it to you."

"Thanks, but, why?"

"I crocheted around it for you."

"You? Crocheting? Are you sick?"

"No. I'm fine. Just take it."

"Okay. Goodbye." They walked through the door to the torture room where Snake was being held. "That was weird."

"What?"

"She's never acted like that."

"Really."

They walked up to Snake's cell. "Hey, Snake we're here!" Manta yelled upon entrance.

"Hush," Snake whispered. "The guard…he's in the bathroom."

"Sorry."

"Where are you?"

"Here," Otacon said and turned off his stealth. Manta did the same.

"What's with the puppy?"

"What, Nikita? Sniper Wolf lent him to me."

"Sniper Wolf! You talked to her?"

"Yeah. I think she's pretty cool."

"What?"

"I'll explain later," Otacon said. "Whew. It does smell bad."

"Uh-huh. Now, how do I get out of here?"

"Oh, here." Manta handed him a Pan card. "That'll get you through a few doors. It's Level 6."

"Thanks."

"Riki, give me the bottle." Otacon motioned for the ketchup.

"Okay." Manta gave it to him.

"Here." Otacon gave the bottle to Snake.

"Ketchup? What the hell am I gonna do with that? Add flavor to the paint shavings?"

"Use your imagination," Manta commented.

"You know me. I have no imagination."

"Shut up. You do, too."

"Oh," Snake said. "When did you two get on first name basis?"

"About ten minutes ago. Here." Manta pulled the handkerchief that Sniper Wolf gave Otacon out of his jacket pocket and gave it to Snake.

"Why? What am I gonna do with that?"

"Really," Otacon said. "She gave that to me."

"I could tell you really didn't want it anyway and he might need it."

"How?"

"Use your imagination," Otacon said.

"Use your imagination," Snake mocked and rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, David," Manta said.

"No, Dammit. You, Rebecca."

"Don't call me that. Stop cursing."

"Damn, damn, damn," Snake annoyed her.

The puppy barked loudly.

"I think that the puppy has even noticed that the maturity level of this conversation has bottomed out, so stop it and let's get out of here," Otacon said, a little aggravated.

"Did you lose a gun, Snake?" Manta asked.

"Yeah, I did. Why?"

"I tripped over one earlier. Want it back?"

"No, I've got plenty and you guys might need it."

"Thanks."

"The guard's coming back guys." Otacon said. "Put your stealth on," he said to Manta.

"Bye. Got to go, like, now."

"See ya. Thanks for the hankie."

Solid Snake

He watched Manta and Otacon walk out passed the guard. The guard didn't even notice. After a few minutes the guard had to go back to the bathroom. This is when Snake finally understood the ketchup bottle. He busted it on the floor and then threw the glass under the bed in his cell. He quickly lay on the ketchup.

They guard walked back and noticed Snake on the floor. "What the hell?" He ran to him and opened the door. Snake got up from the floor and threw the guard into the cell and locked him in. He ran away as the guard was banging on the cell walls. "Let me out, you bastard."

"That's right," Snake replied. "I'm a clone. Get over it." With that, he got his supplies and his suit and walked out the door.

So, how's it goin? Good here. I'm really getting used to this, ya know…writing…making up stuff myself. It's kinda fun. So, whatcha think? I hope you're thinking happy thoughts. Maybe this story'll fly. Get it? Peter Pan joke. Sorry.

I will warn you…the next chapter has a lovemaking scene in it. Actually, it's implied…so use your imaginations…I know you own some…

Love Tsugi