A/N: I'm warning you right now. Spelling and grammar have gone right out the window on this chapter, because I'm writing from both Raphael and Snake's POV. Meaning I wrote like how they would talk.

P.O.V (Hot Head Style)

From Raphael

Alright, it was like dis, see. I whip around dis corner, only ta stare at da large muzzle of a gun pointed right between my eyes. Course I've got one of my Sais pointed between da eyes of da guy whose holdin the gun.

Now dis was one strange dude all decked out like some kinda army merc and no sign of emotions what-so-ever. I mean here I am, a giant mutant turtle with a pointed weapon in his face and the guy don't even break a sweat. The only way I know the guy's freakin' is cause I'm freakin'. But wouldn't you if you had a gun in yer face?

Anyway, I thought, 'If da guy is freakin', maybe I can intimate him inta droppin' his gun.' So I bring da point of my Sai closer ta his face and da guy brings his gun closer ta mine with his finger inchin' ta pull dat trigger.

So then I'm thinkin', 'Maybe if I'm fast enough, I can drop below dis guy's gun before he shoots it and kick his feet out from under him.'

But before I could make a move, Donnie comes yellin' over da communicator. "Raph wait!"

"Not now." I replied. Of course da guy looked at me like I'm crazy. And ta tell ya da true, who wouldn't. Nobody can hear Donnie except fer me. So of course it looks like I'm talkin' ta myself.

"Yes now." Donnie said sternly. "Stand down."

"If I do dat, da guy will blow my brains out." I told him.

"Don't you know who that guy is?" Donnie seemed to sound excited.

And I say, "Insane?" Cause now I'm look past da gun at da guy and he's got two fingers pressed ta da side of his head, while one hand still held his gun in my face, and he was talkin' ta himself.

"No."

"Well he's got ta be mental, cause he's talkin' ta himself."

"He's Solid Snake and he isn't talking to himself. He's talking through his Codec."

"Cod-what?"

"Codec. It's like what you got stuck to your face only it's in his head."

"Yer kiddin'."

"No. But I'm figuring that if he's here, the Shredder must really be up to something big."

"Ya think?"

"Listen will ya? This guy hunts down a machine called 'Metal Gear'.

"What's a Metal Gear?"

"Bad news."

"Ya don't know, do ya?"

"Um…no. But the guy Snake must be talking to is Otacon. He's the guy who helped build one of them. Maybe he can tell us more about it."

"One of dem? Ya mean der's more den one?"

"Um…yeah. But Snake takes them out. It's his and Otacon's job to."

"…Right. So how are we gonna talk ta a guy who is communicatin' in someone else's head?"

"Easy, I'll just find the frequency their using and patch us into them."

"Well make it quick. My arm is getting' as tired as I am of havin' dis gun in my face."

"Ok, ok. I got the freq. Now I just have to connect. Shouldn't take long. (Silence) Hmm…"

"What?"

"Here's a new wrinkle. I'm getting a busy signal."

"Try again."

"I did, but I'm still getting a busy signal. I think Snake's guy is trying to do the same thing I'm doing."

"Den I'll just have ta tell dis Snake guy ta tell his guy ta stop so ya can get inta his head."

From Snake

What a day this has been. I just come home from a mission and everyone I know tells me the same thing they always tell me. "Take a vacation Snake." Boy wouldn't I like to do something like that. There was just one little problem and his name was Otacon.

"Snake! Snake!" The little anime junkie came running at me and grabs my shirtfront. "You are not going to believe this Snake." He started shaking me. "Someone had another Metal Gear built on the black-market."

I look down at him. "So."

Otacon practically squealed. "So!" And shook me harder. "There is a Metal Gear out there and you got to find it so you can stop it."

"If it's off the black-market then the government can handle it." I told him.

"But you don't understand." Otacon cried while he continued to shake me. "It was ordered by a powerful man."

At this point the guy was getting on my nervous, so I shove him off me. "Who is he?"

Otacon got up off the floor. "His name is 'The Shredder'." He seemed to put this ominous emphasis on the guy's name.

Hearing the name said like that made me jump, like I knew this guy to be some kind of super evil villain to be feared . "The Shredder!" Then I came to my sense and realized I had no clue who the guy was. "…. Wait a minute. Are you telling me that a massive weapon as the Metal Gear is in the hands of a guy named after a kitchen utensil?"

"Go figure."

"Well I don't see how this is my problem."

"You don't seem to understand how good this guy is at hiding. I mean everyone thinks his this generous guy and kindhearted guy, just cause he's paying for New York's restorations since the attack of those triceratops-like aliens. Nobody, nobody, seems to get the fact that he's really this bad guy with connections to the Purple Dragons and other under illegal underground things."

"Tell me Otacon, how do you know all this?"

"Well…even the most powerful of people have their leaks. You just have to know where to look. Anyway, only you can break into his building and find Metal Gear."

"How do you know the information you got is true?"

"How do you know it's not?"

I had to admit, he got me there. "Alright, I'll go check this guy out. But if I find out I'm being sent on a wild goose chase, you are going to answer for it."

"There is another part of the mission, but I'll tell you when you get there."

So I went off broke into the guy's building, discover I'll be dealing with ninjas (again), and find out that they have cloaking technology. Now if things weren't bad enough, I have now found myself in a little standoff with some green creature wearing a red bandanna, a belt, elbow and kneepads. And on top of all that, I've got this strange little pointy weapon of its in my face while he's got mine in its.

Now I have to admit that when he or she (not quite sure what it is) jumped out, I was a bit startled. But I was able to stay collected.

At first the creature tries to intimidate me by pushing its weapon close to my face, I could practically feel the cold pointed piece of steel between my eyes. So I show him…her…it that I can be just as intimidating by pushing mine closer to its face. It takes all I can to keep my finger from pulling the trigger.

Suddenly the thing says, "Not now." This got me thinking he was crazy and maybe I should shoot it.

"Snake!" Otacon called, causing me to have to take one hand away from my gun so that I could press two fingers against the side of my head and answer him. "Don't shoot him."

"What?"

"Back off Snake. He isn't the bad guy."

'So it's a he, huh.' ".…but he's talking to himself."

"Seems to have something like the Codec, but it's outside his head."

"So who…what is he?"

"His name is Raphael and he's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. He and his brothers fight the Shredder on a regular base."

"So he could give me more information on this Shredder guy."

"They, actually. Raph is most likely talking to his tech-brother, Donatello, if my assumptions are correct. And yes, they would be able to give us more information on the guy we're after. I just have to figure out their frequency and patch us up with them. It will just take a moment."

"Nothing is happening."

"I'm…I'm getting a busy signal."

"Try again."

"I am, I am. Ah, still busy. They're probably trying to patch into the Codec."

"Then I'll tell the mutant to tell his…brother to stop so you can get in."

From Both Hot Heads

"Cut it out."

"No, you (ya) cut it out."

"Stop that (dat)."

"Quit stereoing (stereoin') me."

"I'm not stereoing (stereoin') you (ya), you're (yer) stereoing (stereoin') me."

"If you (ya) don't stop I'll…"

"You'll (ya'll) what?"

"Fer shell sakes!" Raphael exclaimed as he waved his Sai in the guy's face.

"Don't try anything." Snake said while he put his other hand back on his gun.

"Look, my bro doesn't want me ta hurt ya, so I won't." Raphael said heatedly. "He just wants ta patch inta dat little radio in yer head. So could ya tell yer little buddy ta quit tryin' ta patch inta my communicator so Donnie can do what he needs ta?"

"Why should I be the one to tell Otacon to stop?" Snake asked irritably. "Why don't you have yours stop so mine can get in.?"

"No way bozo." Raphael retorted. "Now tell yer guy ta back off."

"My guy isn't backing down." Snake replied intensely. "And since you won't tell yours to, I'll just have to make you."

"Ferget it." Raphael said as he dropped down on one knee trying to kick the feet out from under his opponent.

However Snake did a back-flip as the turtle's foot swept pass to avoid. He landed an inch away with his gun back in its holster. "Don't take me so lightly." The mercenary charged at his green attacker with his arms out in front of him and lunged for the neck.

Raphael gave his Sais a twirl before putting them into his belt and grabs the man's wrist. "Have a nice flight." He gave the guy a kick to the gut while falling back on his shell, causing the man to sail over him.

Snake landed on his backside and jumps to his feet. "Not bad."

Raphael rolled onto his stomach. "Ya ain't so bad yerself." He jumped to his feet. "Too bad I'm gonna have ta take it up a notch." The young turtle charged at the man.

Snake stood in a defensive pose. "I'm ready."

The turtle stretches his arms out and the man does the same. Their hands meet, fingers locking together in a struggling embrace. Both grip each other's hand as tight as they can.

"So now we're gonna play 'mercy' huh?" Raphael smirked. "Hope ya can take what I dish out." He twisted his hands so that both his and his human opponent's hands were facing palms up. Then he pulled his arms up so that he was bending the guy's hand back while stretching the fingers.

"Actually, we should see if you could take what I dish out." Snake grunted while he gave the young turtle a swift kick to the shin, causing him to falter a bit. This gave Snake the chance to pull his left hand free from the grip Raph had it in. With that hand the man grabbed the turtle's right shoulder and turned him around before slamming him up against the wall with the right arm twisted behind the shell. "Give up now?" Snake asked while he held his left arm to the back of the turtle's neck and continued to twist the arm.

"Not on yer life." While bracing his left knee and foot against the wall Raphael he used his left hand to reach behind him and grab the wrist of the arm that was holding him to the wall. He pushed off the wall hard enough to slam Snake up against the wall behind them. As Snake tried to recover from wind being knocked out of him Raph whipped the man in front of him and slammed the guy up against the wall, that the turtle was originally pressed against, pinning his wrists to it. "Is dat da best ya got?"

"Not even close." Snake head-butted Raph, causing the turtle recoils from the blow. As the red clad turtle held his forehead Snake gave a sharp kick to the chest and, while Raph stumbled back, the mercenary did a sweep kick to knock the turtle's feet out from under him.

"Quit stealin' my moves." Raphael said as he back-flipped away from the guy's foot.

"I will if you will." Snake replied as he stood up.

(Beep)

"Not now!"

"Hey! Yer (You're) doin' (doing) it again."

"I'm doin' (doing) it! Yer (Your) doin' (doing) it again."

"Stop dat (that)!"

"So Otacon, what were we talking about when we decided to interrupt their fight."

"The importance of why wires are colored, I think."

"Yeah…"

A/N2: Yeah, I know the whole talking at the same time (unison jokes) are old school, but I thought it would be fun to do.