Working at the Mother Base, you had to see a lot. You worked in the Intelligence department, so sometimes you witnessed completely different events.

Well, but to watch how Ocelot brings a child recently brought by Snake to you by the hand with convincing instructions to follow him up to being placed in custody in a cell fenced with a lattice? That's exactly what happened to you, and you weren't happy, to put it mildly.

Eli—that was the child's name—seemed more like an indomitable beast in a childish body. It was not possible to calm him down peacefully, so at the moment he was indeed locked inside a cell, rather like a cage, while you were sitting outside. He didn't seem to pay much attention to you, except for a few angry sidelong glances here and there. He wasn't particularly communicative. Not because he didn't know English or was shy, no. He just didn't have the slightest desire to do it.

You've been sitting like this for an hour. Two hours, three hours. Four o'clock. Time passed more slowly than you would have liked, but you endured.

After all, you heard him sigh in displeasure. Then he sat up slightly from his bunk, his blue eyes boring into you with an impatient look.

"Hey, you. I'm hungry.”—he said, albeit quietly, but very demanding.