//my own prison

[otaku_mk_ii]

Otacon was unhappy. Between what had happened with Liquid and having met his father here--the latter of which had shaken him to the core while the former left him wondering if he was losing his mind--he was hating this building more by the day. But he had promised Raikov something; well, asked and had been accepted,but whichever--and Otacon never broke his word if he could help it.

The problem was, he wasn't sure where to find the Russian soldier at all.

So Otacon--wearing jeans, a dark gray turtleneck, and a black suit jacket--found the nearest kitchen and sat down there.

And waited.

He was a patient man, after all.