Prologue:
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
The song echoed through his ears as he smoked a cigar with the headphones being as loud as possible in order to ignore the sounds coming from downstairs.
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
I need to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts, either one of the two will probably pester me about what happened earlier. He thought as he inhaled the smoke.
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
He stared at the bland colored ceiling in order to try to keep his mind completely clear. Is uncle Hal done with the project already. Still having no idea of what it's supposed to be.
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
Enjoying his smoke was something obligatory while he could as it was prohibited to smoke where he was. Not literally prohibited but someone there had a big aversion towards smoking and he happened to be the only one there who actually smoked.
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
He never understood why he liked that music so much, maybe it was because of the peacefulness that it gave him.
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triump-
Without any type of warning, someone pulled the headphones off of his head, interrupting the sound. He had his eyes closed, but he could tell who was the one that pulled it. Opening his blue eyes slowly, he caught the sight of Sunny Emmerich wearing her cooking apron. She was staring at him apprehensively due to the cigar on his mouth. Slowly, he removed the cigar from his mouth and handed it to her. The platinum haired girl picked up and dropped on the floor and stepped on it, three times. "I'm going to repeat this for the hundred and thirty times and I'm literally counting." The one laying on a bed with white sheets sat up to hear it. "NO SMOKING ON THE NOMAD, PLISKIN!" Sunny mercilessly scolded him.
Pliskin just scratched the back of his head in embarrassment over getting scolded by her again.
"Now, get up." She ordered him. "Your breakfast is ready." The Computer programmer informed him before walking out of the room.
The one called Pliskin just sighed, before he stood up from his bed in order to go eat Sunny's eggs. But before he did, he made his way to the bathroom in order to use the toilet, once he did, he went to check himself in the mirror. Or it should be himself, but all he sees, it's his face. The only thing making that face his is the fact that his hair is black instead of brown. Black hair that always looks like he just got out of bed being messy and shaggy, his outfit also kind of complemented his messy appearance, as he was only wearing a white bathrobe and black trunks.
After finishing staring at what is supposedly his face, the young man moved out of his bathroom and reached downstairs. Where he could smell the eggs from half-way through the stairs. Once he descended down the stairs of the bedroom in order to make his way towards the living space. Where there was a small dinner table with a plate filled with scrambled eggs with peppers and onions, cheese, and hot sauce. Sunny was there, pouring a can of Zero-calorie soda into a cup and placing it on top of the table. "Sit down." She ordered him. Not in the mood to argue, he simply obeyed her and sat down to eat the breakfast that she prepared for him.
He decided to eat it silently, without making any fuss or anything like that. She didn't eat anything, she just sat down on the other side of the table and kept staring at him with her big brown eyes as he ate. Her stare is honestly annoying him as he's perfectly aware of what she wants him to do, but he refuses. The eggs are delicious, though the Zero-calorie soda is not as good as the Lime Soda that he loves.
"Can I ask you a question?" Sunny asked him as leaned on the table.
"No." He already knows the question.
"Well, I'll ask anyway." She wasn't going to let him off the hook. "When are you going to drop this moping you're doing?"
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It took a couple seconds of silence before he answered her. He took a sip of his soda before speaking "If I'm bothering you, then why don't you just go back to working with George?" Pliskin asked her with a bit of hostility.
But Sunny barely reacted to his question. "Because you're the one that is completely hopeless without me around." That was his response. "Now, answer my question."
He looked at her angrily, for a few seconds, until he looked down sadly. "Sorry." Pliskin dropped the fork that he was using and leaned back on the chair.
"It's okay..." Sunny immediately stood up from her seat and approached him. Then she touched his head gently and pulled him into a hug while he was still sitting down and she was standing. "I'm just worried about you."
"Don't be..." He enjoyed the feeling of her tender hug. "Any news?"
"Raiden's funeral will take place in a few days, Little John's recovery is going well." She informed him while caressing his head. "We're going to be meeting Rose as soon as we land."
Pliskin immediately pulled back and stood up from the seat. "No, I-I can't do it." He was still not ready to face her.
"Pliskin, she doesn't blame you for what happened and neither does anyone else." She repeated that once again, but it went through deaf ears.
"I was supposed to watch Little John's back, if it didn't go through us, Raid-" He tried to argue with her but Sunny wasted no time in rebuffing.
"You were watching his back! It's not your fault that John wanted to play hero and charged into his enemy!" Sunny yelled at him in deep rage, but it was clearly not directed at him. "You need to stop blaming yourself for that and actually pay your respect for Raiden."
Pliskin only stood there, swallowing what she just told him. "I..."
"It's still a few hours before we arrive, I'm going to force you or anything but..." Sunny walked towards the exit in order to apparently make her way to the cargo area. "It would mean a lot to Rose and John if you were there." She informed him. "And to me..." With that, the Platinum haired woman left the dark haired man alone in that room.
He let out a loud sight before he sat back on the chair that he was sitting on.
\"This is Snake, do you copy?"/
\"This is Raiden."/
\"The area is about to be surrounded by hostiles, we need to regroup asap."/
\"Negative, I found what we were looking for and we might lose it if I leave now."/
"What is he saying?!"
Both Dark Snake and White Fox are currently taking cover while on the receiving end of enemy fire. Snake is crouching on the floor in order to communicate with Raiden, while he was being covered by White Fox, who was firing with a highly modified Heckler & Koch HK33.
"He found it, but he will lose it if we leave now." Snake informed him as he fired with a Beretta M9 from the edge of the wall that they were taking cover.
"Dammit!" White Fox complained as he reloaded. "Tell him to get it done, we can handle them."
"You sure?!" Snake was going to try but he didn't know if White Fox could handle it.
"Yes!" He confirmed before he started to fire at it once again.
Both of them were wearing similar outfits, combat fatigues in the color dark blue with vests. Though the two were differentiated but the fact that Dark Snake was wearing a Bandana while White Fox had a sword on his back. The two of them were inside a warehouse that was clearly abandoned for years. They were taking cover behind a metal box while a group of armed hostiles were firing at them.
\"We will hold them for as long as we can, but you need to hurry."/
\"Roger that."/
"There he is!" Suddenly, Snake heard White Fox say something. Once he moved his head back however, he saw him putting his assault rifle away and drawing his blade.
"What are you doing?!" He yelled since using a blade in a situation like that was insane.
"Just my back and trust me." White Fox told him before he moved out of the cover.
"Dammit!" He cursed before following him.
As soon as the two of them got out of the cover, White Fox started to use his blade to deflect every single bullet that was being shot at them with ease while Snake was firing at the hostiles with his handgun. He was landing perfect shots from a distance that should not be possible with a simple handgun. Stupid idea that it's actually working. Snake thought in wonder as he wasn't sure that he would be able to deflect that many bullets.
Snake was able to take eleven hostages with the same strategy, as they left their cover in an attempt to gun-down the two of them as they practically stood there in perfect line of fire. But White Fox's unbelievable deflection kept them from getting shot.
Soon enough, they were able to get close to the entrance where five hostels were firing at them with old looking AK-47. But luckily, the five eventually ran out of ammo as they were all firing at White Fox simultaneously in a futile attempt to get past his defense. Once the bullets stopped coming, White Fox easily cut through all of them using his blade, chopping each of them up with a precise slice.
"There's definitely more of them coming." Snake spoke once all of the hostiles were down.
"Remind me once again, what exactly are we after?" White Fox asked him as he used the top of one of the hostiles to wipe the blood off his blade.
"Our lack of information was the condition for us to be allowed to come along, remember?" Snake reminded him as he grabs an AK-47 off one the corpses while checking for ammunition and grenades.
"Which is both stupid and basically nonsensical." White Fox complained as Snake pulled a Cigar from one of the pouches on his vest. "We're killing these people without knowing why."
"It doesn't matter." Snake spoke as he grabbed an old lighter with the American flag on it from his pocket. "Knowing the reason why wouldn't make any difference."
"Why the hell not?" The soldier with long silver hair asked.
"Killing is bad no matter the reason behind it." The soldier with messy black hair replied. "But some people need killing and it is up for people like us to do the killing." He tasted the smoke from the Cigar after saying that.
White Fox sighed in response to what he said. "People like us?" It was his only response to that.
"Soldiers, in our case, sons of legends..." He replied after exhaling the smoke.
"Since when is my father a legend?" It was clearly not a serious question.
"He is to me." Snake told him in complete sincerity. "But to some, he is a legend as Jack the Ripper."
White Fox did not react well to his father's other nickname. "Please don't say that name again." He requested.
"Sorry." Snake apologized.
Before any of the two could say anything, loud shots could be heard by them. Prompting the two of them to take cover on each edge of the entrance. "How long do you think Raiden will take?" White Fox asked his friend as he shot from the cover with his assault rifle.
"As long as he needs." Snake spoke before putting the Cigar back on his mouth. "Come on!"
The two immediately ran through the exit while firing their guns.
"Pliskin."
Suddenly, he hears Sunny's voice, forcing him to awake from his sleep. Opening his eyes, he got a glimpse of her beautiful eyes. "Hi..."
She touched his face. "Nightmare?"
"No, I..." It was more of a flashback. "Let's just not talk about it, okay?"
"Okay..." Sunny replied as he sat up on the bed. "We already landed," She revealed to him. "There is a car waiting for us." Pliskin noticed that she was wearing a beautiful white dress.
Taking a deep breath, it was now time to make a decision. But he needed to know something. "If... I go... Will you be there with me?"
"Yes." She answered him instantly.
Closing his eyes for a second, he took another deep breath before speaking again. "Just give me a minute to get ready."
The platinum haired woman nodded before she walked out of the room to allow him to change.
Okay... You can do this... He thought as he stood up and walked to his closet. Removing the bathrobe that he was wearing and put on a fine looking black suit with brown leather gloves, black formal shoes and a red tie. Then he grabbed his personal coat, a Brown Trench Coat and wore it over the suit. Once he was fully dressed, he reached for his personal iPod and placed it in his coat's pocket, then he grabbed his personal handgun, an M1911A1 that used to belong to a legend. A legend that was in a sense, his grandfather. He placed the handgun inside his coat before he closed it down.
Before leaving the room, Pliskin looked at the mirror and decided to brush his hair in order to look presentable. After that, he left the room in order to join up with Sunny.
Exiting his room and making his way to the exit of the Nomad, Sunny was outside , waiting for him. It was very cloudy outside, with signs of an incoming storm. They landed on a base in New York City, where the funeral would take place. Right outside of the Nomad, there was a black car awaiting them. Without saying a word, Sunny hugged Pliskin's arm and the two slowly approached the car, neither of them seemed to be in any hurry to get there. A middle-aged man wearing a dark suit, who apparently was the driver, opened the back door for the two of them and they entered right away.
Neither of them said a single word and the car started. Leaving a painfully awkward silence between the two, but it was probably fitting as they were on their way to a very, very, very uncomfortable situation. Pliskin hasn't spoken to Little John or his mother since Jack died and he knew that he should expect a hostile reaction from John as a result of it.
Taking a deep breath, Pliskin asked Sunny a question. "Do you think he'll yell at me?"
"No." Sunny spoke while she placed her head on his shoulder. "Him and Rose are always asking me about you..."
"What did you tell them?" He added another question.
"Sleeping all day, smoking all the time, only eating instant noodles and playing that video game where you kill vampires with a whip all the time." She gave a hilariously accurate description of what Pliskin does all day since what happened. "Which is why Rose asked me to at least cook you some eggs to eat instead of the noodles."
"I like noodles, but I love your eggs." Pliskin admitted.
Sunny let out a big smile at that.
Pliskin let out a weak smile in response.
"Seriously though,they are worried about you." Sunny told him with a serious expression. "So was I..."
Pliskin sighed. "Sorry..."
"Don't be." Sunny touched his face and planted a kiss on his cheek. "I understand, but you'll have to deal with it eventually."
"I know..." He stared at the window of the car, looking at the streets of New York City as they passed through it slowly.
"Come on!" White Fox yelled as the two arrived at a truck.
The bright sun was above them and the hostiles kept coming and coming and coming, they were too much for them to handle by themselves, so they had to retreat.
\"Raiden! Time is up! We can't hold them back anymore!"/ Snake spoke in the Codec after he dropped his Cigar.
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\"Raiden?!"/ He wasn't answering.
"What is going on?!" White Fox asked as he turned on the truck.
"Raiden is not responding!" He spoke as he fired from the passenger's seat. "I'm out! Drive!" His assault rifle was empty.
White Fox was able to turn on the truck and accelerate away from enemy fire. Passing through several warehouses as they heard loud gunshots being fired at the truck.
"Where is he?!" White Fox asked.
"I don't know." Snake replied.
Suddenly, a loud explosion was both heard and seen by the two of them from a considerable distance. The two stared at each other in response before Snake nodded at him, and White Fox accelerated the truck in order of the two to make their way towards the explosion.
"We arrived." Sunny told him, snapping him out of the flashback.
Pliskin moved his head towards the window of the car and noticed that they were in front of a beautiful looking house, completely painted in blue with a well kept front yard. Beautiful... It was his opinion. Preparing himself for what was about to happen, Pliskin took a deep breath before opening the door of the car and got out of the way so Sunny could get out. As soon as she was out, she closed the door of the car and moved towards the driver.
"Thanks for driving us here." She spoke cheerfully. "We'll give you a call if your services are required again." That was the last thing she said to the driver before he drove off with her waving at him as he left.
Once he was out of sight, Sunny returned to Pliskin's side and once again hugged his arm. With ulterior motives, as she pulled him towards the door. As the two approached, very loud thunder could be heard in the sky, giving Pliskin an uneasy feeling that only added to his current discomfort. A discomfort that hit an all time high as they reached the front door. Sunny took one last look at him, waiting for any type of signs of reluctance.
A reluctance that was averted when he took the initiative of knocking on the door. Let's get this over with...
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After a few seconds of wait. The door opened.
I literally had this idea on my head for a while and so finally had the courage to write it.