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"Commencing In-Flirtation Mission."

Short Story

By: Solid_Snake Set in: Late 2014 Determined to finally pull Hal Emmerich out of his shell so that he would one day have a friend as close as him, a retired Solid Snake drags the former to a beach bar to tutor him in the ways of the flirtatious man...

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Part IV - No Turning Back

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by Philanthropy_MG

by Philanthropy_MG

"E-Excuse me..."
A female voice from his left whispered.
Hal didn't look up, simply nodding slightly in acknowledgement.

"I couldn't help but... overhear."
The speaker still got no reply.

"I think... I can relate to what you're going through. Quite well."
Silence.

This time, the woman got up and tentatively sat in the chair David had been sitting on. There was clear hesitation as she did that.

She put forward a hand across the table towards Hal, for him to shake.
He finally looked up at her, face a little teary.
"Natasha. Pleasure to meet you..."
"Hal."
He slowly raised his hand and shook hers. His grip was a little limp, but he made sure it wasn't too much so this time around. Natasha smiled at him, and relaxed.

Hal wasn't going to fail his friend for life. Enough of being selfish.

Bravely, he returned the reassuring smile his new friend was giving him, and also relaxed.

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After leaving the bar, David had walked to the edge of the beach, looking beyond the sea at the horizon and feeling the wind in his white hair. His battered body was trembling, his blue-grey eyes watery. Hands kept gripping the inside of his pockets.
Thanks to the clear sky, the moonshine was powerful. It shone on him like a spotlight.
All that was on his mind was his best friend.
"Hal..." his cracked, shaky voice whispered. His eyes went up to stare at the moon, then back at the sea.

It was times like these he reconsidered letting his friend get this close to his stone heart.

He kicked a rock into the vast body of water. It flew high and far away, and then at that moment he made a decision.
He had to go back, knowing how distraught Hal must be.

David wasn't going to fail his friend for life. Enough of being selfish.

He walked back towards the bar, his pace slow and gradual. Once he reached, he peeped inside through the large windows, at the table they had been sitting on before.
A slight smile spread across his wrinkled face.
"Mission, successful..." he mumbled, and walked off once more.

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