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Meryl stood by the door, she hadn’t moved. She watched him curiously and then made sure the door was shut and locked behind her. Then she drew the Desert Eagle, pointed it at Snake, and began to advance toward him.
“Snake, do you…like me?” she purred.
He looked up. “Meryl, what the hell?”
“Do you like me?” She came closer, batted her eyes, and moved her body in a way that accentuated her curves.
For a split second, Snake was certain that someone else was behind Meryl. But he blinked, and the apparition was gone.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
Breathing heavily, she said, “Snake, hold me!” She was now very close, but the Desert Eagle was still pointed at his face. Should he risk disarming her?
“Meryl! Stop that!”
“Make love to me, Snake! Hurry!” her breathing increased as if she were in a kond of sexual frenzy.
The image of a figure- floating a few above the carpeted floor- flashed behind Meryl again. This time Snake knew that something bad was happening.
“Snake! I want you!”
Again the floating figure. There and gone in an instant.
“Who’re you?” Snake yelled.
“What’s wrong?” Meryl asked with a come-hither voice. “Don’t you like girls?”
Snake had no choice. He pulled back his arm and slugged Meryl in the jaw as hard as he could. She didn’t have time to cry out. She plummeted to the floor, dropping the gun and losing consciousness.
“Sorry, Meryl,” he said.
And then the figure appeared and remained in view. Still floating three feet above the floor, the man looked like something from another world. He was dressed in a skintight uniform that resembled the leather bondage costumes worn by S&M sexual slaves. Even more bizarre was the gas mask helmet that covered his head.
Psycho Mantis!
“Useless woman,” he said with a high, almost shrill voice. It hurt Snake’s ears to listen to the man.
“You!” Snake shouted. “You were the one manipulating her!”
“Of course I am, you idiotic buffoon. I am beyond your pitiful intellect. I can destroy your mind. I will make you break down and cry like a baby!”
“All smoke and mirrors, I’ll bet, just like that optic camouflage you have on. I hope that’s not your only trick,” Snake challenged.
“You doubt my power? Now I will show you why I am the most powerful practitioner of psychokinesis and telepathy in the world! I can read your every thought and anticipate your every move.” The terrorist laughed and said, “You like the girl, don’t you, Snake? Even though that goes against what your head is telling you to do, your heart is falling foe her. Isn’t that right?”
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Oh, and let’s see, you’ve made friends with Doctor Emmerich! But where is he now? I do believe he’s making the acquaintance of a very beautiful woman at this very moment. A seductive and… woman.”
“Why don’t you come down and fight like a man?” Snake demanded, but his own headache was returning. It had the same intensity as the one he had experienced earlier. Dr. Hunter had said that it was due to Psycho Mantis and his mental weaponry.
Snake tried to draw his SOCOM, but the thing was stuck in his holster. Someone had plastered it with cement!
No, it’s a hallucination!
But try as he might, Snake was unable to pull the gun out of tis holster. In fact, the grip was hot- hot as fire! He had to release it and blow on his hand.
Psycho Mantis laughed maniacally. “Having a little trouble with your armaments, Snake?”
Snake retreated by moving behind the ornate desk. There had to be some kind of defense he could use against this thing. He grabbed a letter opener off the desk and flung it at Psycho Mantis, but the sharp instrument stopped spinning in midair and simply dropped to the floor.
“Pitiful, Snake!” the man laughed. “Can’t you do better than that?”
Snake jumped onto the top of the desk and then leaped at the floating man’s legs in an attempt to pull him down to the ground. But Psycho Mantis vanished, and Snake fell to the floor next to Meryl. He picked up her Desert Eagle, but it, too, was blazing hot. He had to drop it before the thing seared his hand.
It’s not really hot! It’s an illusion!
He tried to pick it up again, but the villain’s power over Snake’s perception was too strong. No matter how much he fought against the thought, the gun’s grip was still too hot for him to touch. In fact, the metal glowed red as if it had been sitting in a blast furnace.
“Damn you!” snake shouted, but Psycho Mantis merely laughed in his sickening way.
“Snake!”
The voice was familiar. He turned to see a lean, fit man in his fifties standing near the wall. He wore sunglasses that Snake knew all too well.
“Master Miller!” Snake cried. “How did you get here?”
“No time to chat, Snake. We have to run and get away from this clown.” Miller held out his hand to help his former trainee off the floor.
Totally confused, Snake looked around the room. Psycho Mantis was nowhere to be seen. Meryl still lay on the floor, unconscious. When he made a move toward her, Miller said, “Forget her, Snake. She’ll only slow you down, just as you told her.”
“But she’s Campbell’s niece.”
“Forget her, soldier! That’s an order.”
Resigned, Snake followed Master Miller out of the Commander’s Room and into-
An outdoor amusement park.
“What the …?” Snake was completely overwhelmed by the sights and sound and smells of the very familiar midway.
I’ve been here before…
“Recognize it, Snake?” Miller asked. “You used to come here when you were little.”
It was true. They were standing on the midway of Kiddieland, a small, privately owned theme park in the small town in Oregon where he had lived the first ten years of his life. He had visited Kiddieland at least once a week during the summer months, when the place was always open. When he wasn’t training.
“How did we get here? Master Miller, what the hell is going on?” it took a great deal to frighten Snake, but at the moment he was filled with a trepidation the likes of which he hadn’t felt in years.
This isn’t happening!
But it seemed so real. It was night, and the park was full of people: parents with their small children, teenagers running back and forth, barkers in front of the “game of chance” and the rides-the wonderful rides. Snake had loved fast rides, especially the Mad Mouse roller coaster. There were no huge, modern high-tech coasters at Kiddieland. The amusement park was “Old school”; the rides consisted of traditional favorites such as the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Octopus, and the Zipper. Piped-in carnival music blasted through loudspeakers throughout the grounds, mixing with kids’ joyful screams. Colorful lights brightened the place. The sensory overload made Snake feel eight years old again. |
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