As soon as he went awol after leaving Maverick, he immediately found a job where, it would seem, he would not have to give his best at full combat power—guarding a very famous rock band during their concert.

Why?The remnants and offspring of the war economy did not make the world safer. Despite the efforts made by developed countries, mass gatherings of people still remained dangerous, no matter how equipped the places chosen by your band were.

No Metal Gears, which is good. Instead, it was the protection of several persons, to which he had become accustomed and with which he had almost become close over the past couple of years.

He managed to get to know you and your work. And, it's worth noting…He was ready to relate himself to the fans.

Those who manage to confuse the names of the band members or not remember the names and lyrics of the songs, but the essence does not change. He really liked it—to his own mild surprise. Raiden was paying attention to you. At first, this was only due to the fact that you were his employer. After that he begun to notice how the muscles of your hands tense up as soon as you pinch the strings of an electric guitar, and the way your fingers slid along the strings, giving a special sound to the music.

After that, he began to note to himself the features of your face and how your hair falls on it when you fall on your knees for an epic moment in the song…

To say that this cyborg likes you is the greatest understatement. All Raiden tried to do on the day of the concert was to stay close to you and interest you as much as possible, in ABSOLUTELY any way. Conversations with you? Yes! Looking at you during rehearsal? Yes! Trying to follow you with a vigilant, guarding shadow? Hell yeah, it’s his damn job!

That is why you, in turn, weren’t surprised (and not upset) when he started a conversation literally out of the blue.

“So how many people will be here during the concert anyway?”—he asked, adjusting his black suit with a slight shadow of unevenness.