Post by Bert on Oct 11, 2008 11:25:32 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4: The Break-In
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Snake: So I hear there was a break-in?
Otacon: Yeah. Someone just broke in and began shooting at random people. It’s a disaster. Hopefully you can stop him.
Snake: Typical; always coming to me.
After a short while they finally reached their HQ and one of the windows were broken. On the outside of the window was a bike, but was too small to fit Snake.
Snake and Otacon headed inside and could hear the echoing of footsteps. Whoever was inside was running.
Snake: I can hear him...
Snake pressed his back against a wall and slid across it without making a sound. He looked around a corner, and there was a weasel with a brown had and a tail with a shape similar to that of the Verizon checkmark.
The weasel continuously fired at the walls and the ceiling, and had a bored expression on his face.
Snake: What does this guy think he’s doing...?
Snake turned a corner and continued to slide against the wall until he was right behind the weasel. In one swift move, he wrapped his right arm around the weasel and put his hand over his mouth, and rapped his other arm around his chest.
Snake: GOT HIM!
Snake dragged the weasel into a dark room, and Otacon tied him up to a chair.
Snake: So, what’ve we got here?
Nack: I’m Nack the Weasel, jackass!!
Snake: Now, now. Are insults really necessary in this situation?
Nack: Bite me!
Nack gathered up some saliva and spit it at Snake, hitting him on his left cheek.
Snake: Not smart, rat boy.
Nack: I didn’t do nothin’! You can’t prove jack!
Snake: Oh, can’t I? This building has security cameras all over the place. There’s a 90% chance that about seven of them spotted you.
Nack: And what if they didn’t?! Then you can’t prove anything!!
Snake: Except I heard the gunshots.
Nack: What gunshots? There weren’t any gunshots!
Snake: You’re a terrible liar. Now, tell me what you’re doing here.
Nack: I ain’t telling you anything!
Snake: Very well then, if that’s how you want to play...
Snake grabbed the weasel’s gun from its holster and pistol-whipped him across the face.
Nack: DOOF!! What the hell man?!
Snake: I can do this all day, weasel.
Nack: Good for you.
Snake: So are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?
Nack: I have a better question: Why do you care?
Snake: You aren’t even supposed to be here. You were randomly shooting at people and walls; nobody just comes in and does that. You’re obviously working for somebody, and I want to know who. And YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME.
Nack: Good luck. ‘Cause I ain’t telling you anything.
Snake: Alright then.
He pistol-whipped Nack again.
Snake: Having fun yet?
Nack: Bite me.
Snake: This is getting really boring.
Again, he pistol-whipped Nack, only with more force. The weasel’s face was bruised and somewhat bloody.
Nack: Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you...
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Snake: So I hear there was a break-in?
Otacon: Yeah. Someone just broke in and began shooting at random people. It’s a disaster. Hopefully you can stop him.
Snake: Typical; always coming to me.
After a short while they finally reached their HQ and one of the windows were broken. On the outside of the window was a bike, but was too small to fit Snake.
Snake and Otacon headed inside and could hear the echoing of footsteps. Whoever was inside was running.
Snake: I can hear him...
Snake pressed his back against a wall and slid across it without making a sound. He looked around a corner, and there was a weasel with a brown had and a tail with a shape similar to that of the Verizon checkmark.
The weasel continuously fired at the walls and the ceiling, and had a bored expression on his face.
Snake: What does this guy think he’s doing...?
Snake turned a corner and continued to slide against the wall until he was right behind the weasel. In one swift move, he wrapped his right arm around the weasel and put his hand over his mouth, and rapped his other arm around his chest.
Snake: GOT HIM!
Snake dragged the weasel into a dark room, and Otacon tied him up to a chair.
Snake: So, what’ve we got here?
Nack: I’m Nack the Weasel, jackass!!
Snake: Now, now. Are insults really necessary in this situation?
Nack: Bite me!
Nack gathered up some saliva and spit it at Snake, hitting him on his left cheek.
Snake: Not smart, rat boy.
Nack: I didn’t do nothin’! You can’t prove jack!
Snake: Oh, can’t I? This building has security cameras all over the place. There’s a 90% chance that about seven of them spotted you.
Nack: And what if they didn’t?! Then you can’t prove anything!!
Snake: Except I heard the gunshots.
Nack: What gunshots? There weren’t any gunshots!
Snake: You’re a terrible liar. Now, tell me what you’re doing here.
Nack: I ain’t telling you anything!
Snake: Very well then, if that’s how you want to play...
Snake grabbed the weasel’s gun from its holster and pistol-whipped him across the face.
Nack: DOOF!! What the hell man?!
Snake: I can do this all day, weasel.
Nack: Good for you.
Snake: So are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?
Nack: I have a better question: Why do you care?
Snake: You aren’t even supposed to be here. You were randomly shooting at people and walls; nobody just comes in and does that. You’re obviously working for somebody, and I want to know who. And YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME.
Nack: Good luck. ‘Cause I ain’t telling you anything.
Snake: Alright then.
He pistol-whipped Nack again.
Snake: Having fun yet?
Nack: Bite me.
Snake: This is getting really boring.
Again, he pistol-whipped Nack, only with more force. The weasel’s face was bruised and somewhat bloody.
Nack: Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you...
