Lt. Gen. John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141-UN Headquarters, Manhattan, NY.

Usually, when Ryuka was in a foul mood, it would only come to two causes, either he did something wrong, or somehow or another, Vladimir Makarov managed to do something from Guantanamo Bay. About 10 years to the day to that Makarov had been sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in the refurbished facility, he still managed to get on Ryuka's nerves. Heck, Soap had already come up with an ingenious way to find out who actually flung her into a fit of rage worse than any hormonal woman during that time of the month.

If it was him, she would curse so fluently in all the United Nations official languages and several Chinese dialects that those who heard them, usually war-hardened military personnel would turn as red as tomatoes. This was highly commonplace, and was something that had been actually carried forward from the original Task Force 141, when they had been under the command of General Shepherd. Ryuka had a tendency to think on her feet, and often would not take her own safety into account when she executed her plans on the fly, and Soap highly disapproved of those measures, no matter how effective they were.

However, if it was Makarov... She would be completely silent. So silent, in fact, that whoever was in her line of sight would quickly clear the way in fear of getting shot, stabbed, or even have a throwing knife embedded in their body parts or to. The former terrorist was a cunning man after all... It turned out that before he had surrendered to the UN Security Council, he had his "affairs" sorted out, and planned to give her progressive "shocks" to her life, mostly concerning Miryu.

That day was one of those days.

"Ma'am, we're here on behalf of our client," two men in suits, one from the Bank of Zurich, the other, from a premier lawyer firm, said to Ryuka in her office, with Price standing next to her. "You might know him..." They handed her an envelope, and it was no surprise to her that it was Makarov...

"What does he want with me this time?" she asked them, rolling her eyes. She could just imagine that man's face right now... That asshole just loved to make her angry when she had least expected it, and it made her even more miffed.

The men in the suits looked at one another and sighed. They knew an angry woman when they saw one. "Our client, wishes to inform you that he has named your daughter the sole heir to all his legal businessness." Legal business? Makarov had legal business? How could she have not seen this? Of course he would... He needed somewhere to launder all the money that he had gained from his... activities. But how could his legal business be so profitable that the Bank of Zurich was tasked to keep a close eye on them?

She looked at the files, and her mouth remained unclosed for several moments. "Come on, Reddie, it can't be that bad," Price said. "Well let's see... three hotels in the UAE, three mansions in Moscow, one casino in Macau, three bars in Europe..." And that was only the tip of the iceberg. So, Makarov was half a real estate mogul, but there was still a crown jewel in the lot...

"The weapons supplied to the Ultranationalists are all legal?"

Ryuka was oblivious. Her daughter would be a billionaire by the time she graduates from University, and Makarov did not even to bother to tell her anything before he sent his lawyer and his banker to see her. In fact, she had just seen him two months ago!

"Reddie, Miryu's rich, you ought to show little more than the look that you're going to kill someone," Price lectured, but it was too late. Ryuka already had a throwing knife in her hands.

"These gentlemen know that I have 3 billion Pounds Sterling in my own account, Uncle Price," she told Price. "Don't worry, I will not kill Makarov in his sleep. However, next time when you come to give my daughter what he has told you to, please, inform me beforehand."

Ten Years Later

It was true that Makarov absolutely loved to aggravate Ryuka. His only regret was that he would not be there to see her face when his lawyer and banker gave the profiles of all his assets to her. However, that day, his chance came when his own daughter, who looked like an exact copy of her mother, except for the heterochomia.

"Otou-san, you freaking asshole!" Miryu shouted, no doubt, those two unlucky men had found her already. He would have to have Captain Price to arrange them a raise.