[Out of hiding]

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[That old Ocelot is sitting on a bench in the Nexus, waiting patiently in the lobby on the first floor. Who he is waiting for isn't clear, but he knows he has to confront those who wish to see him dead. He was tired of fighting against it and was tired of being tracked like a feral creature. He knew he might end up dead, but that didn't mean he was going to simply keel over and give his new-found enemies the upper hand. He was Shalashaska, and he feared no-one.]

[So he was waiting for those tracking him to find him, to confront him in person. If it ended in a bloodbath, so be it. He was itching for a fight anyway.]