Thread: Let's destroy the Shagohod [Jonn + Blue]

Yes, they bought our story. I don't think they'll be making a fuss. The secondary alert has been lifted as well. And the Soviets still haven't discovered my true identity. They have no idea that I've been triple-crossing them. Click. Major Zero? What is this? Oh, okay. Leaving FOX huh? Somehow, I'm not surprised. Yeah, I knew that legacy was a fake. Patriots? You must be a busy man. Oh, really? I'll be there. Click. It wasn't really too difficult to catch a plane to America- it's only a ticket away. Normally, residency would be a problem- especially when you're a triple agent that isn't an American citizen. However, thanks to a few connections of his, that was all set up for him. A nice, little apartment in Washington. Right under the capitol's nose. How ironic. He didn't really have much to pack- as a soldier, one never really have too many belongings besides the clothes on one's back and the gun in one's holster. And when he arrived in his new apartment, he was more than glad to see that it was already furnished for him. He had to hand it to the Americans, they did a good job kissing ass when they want you to help them. It took a total of two days for the entire transaction to occur- and that left Ocelot a very bored man. After the excitement of several world powers clashing against each other, going back to normal reality was almost out of the question. So needless to say, when Ocelot heard that the war hero, Naked Snake, was invited to the White House, he went to go see. The White House had some tough security, but Ocelot would be no soldier if he couldn't get past it. He managed to sneak in just in time to see Snake be awarded a medal of honor. And in time to see him deny the CIA Director a handshake. The Russian smirked at the sight. Stubborn bastard. The next few days were uneventful with a few calls from Major Zero here and there, filling him in on the future of The Patriots and other possibilities. Naturally, Ocelot was interested. Anything for some action and hell, he needed to find something or someone worthy for his loyalty. He no longer believed in Mother Russia. He was told to stay inside as much as possible but after a week passed by, Adam couldn't take much of it anymore. He was still young and to hell like he was going to waste it sitting around some American apartment. And that's when the thought hit him. The Boss was buried nearby, wasn't she? He had heard talk of her undying loyalty to the Americas throughout her mission? and hell, she was one of the strongest soldiers he had ever met. Why not pay a visit, it couldn't hurt. Plus, who else would visit a practically unmarked grave of whom people believed to be a traitor? A soft sigh escaped the gunslinger's lips as he changed out of his sleep clothes into a neat, white dress shirt and black slacks. Hell, he even put on a tie for the woman. She should be proud. It was a lot different from his GRU uniform and beret, but at least it was formal enough to visit a fallen ally. If she even considered him as one. It wasn't too long of a walk- it took only an hour and a half on foot simply because he wasn't quite sure where to go and he took a few wrong turns. Like any man, he was too stubborn to ask for directions. Plus, his English wasn't too great- sure, he could speak it but his accent was still heavy. And he could barely read the language, too- he often confused their godforsaken letters with his cyrillic alphabet. What a pain in the ass. It took another twenty minutes for him to find the grave of The Boss and when he did, he saluted the stone before placing a stray flower on the grave. He had picked it up along the way- so he figured he might as well leave it on the grave site. You were pretty good.