[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FbuyWX5.png[/img][h1]Shayton.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Clancy [@Zombiedude101].[/right][right][b][code]Cracker Island. Halloween Festival. Not-The-Kids’ Section.[/code][/b]
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The plan hadn’t worked, and so Shayton had slipped the dummy phone back inside its pocket, although he was aware eyes remained on it.

As he viewed it, the "Kid" was a lot smarter than a kid... Shayton's guess at the moment was that this bastard was a shapeshifter who’d assumed the form of a child to throw off suspicion. 

Yet, that hadn’t explained why Maggy had jumped straight to shooting him. Shayton remained stony-faced; he had complete control of the situation, even if the ‘boy’ believed he was in control. There was that temptation to phone Luis so he could send a heavy hitter like The Pale Horse, but he knew the kid would snatch his actual or one of his burners... and he didn't need help, anyway..

Not now.

[i]Not ever.[/i]

[quote=Clancy]
[b]"Last time we spoke, you told me something: [I]These days, everyone is a target. They don’t know it yet.[/i] I remembered [i]that[/i], just like I'd guess you're not the kind of person I'd expect to see playing games with a bunch of Nazi assholes and some [i]losers[/i] on bikes. I wasn't born yesterday."[/b][/quote]

"Correct," Shayton answered. "On both accounts."

[i]What is his angle...?[/i]

[quote=Clancy][B]"And I'm still old enough to know that people don't just appear with [i]holes[/i] in their bodies, like your [i]last[/i] boss did. Nice of you to let [i]me[/i] take the fall for that with the G-Men."[/b][/quote]

"Hmph... I killed Judas because, despite acting like he was the big man, he made it clear he was going to crack under pressure," Shayton calmly answered. "Someone like him doesn't belong in the business."

He was silent for a moment before he said,

"Sorry that it interfered with your investigation, but other hands are at play here." 

[quote=Clancy][b]"I still have questions since you [i]cut[/i] into that last conversation. Father Wolf. Dollhouse. Ashley Stone. You know [i]enough[/i]. Who is coming after a bunch of washed up [i]ex-[/i]high schoolers? And your bosses, the real ones this time, what's their play in this? Because I'm sure, you don't want that bit of information spreading around town, any more than it may have gone already."[/b] [/quote]

Shayton grinned, the kid’s expression crinkling further..

"... Just so you know, I can escape at any given moment; I just don't want to mess up my suit," Shayton laughed softly before he wiped that smile off his face and answered earnestly. "As far as Ashley Stone, Father Wolf, and the murders... You are getting ahead of yourself because I know [i]nothing[/i] about that. I am hoping to eliminate whoever is behind it all as serial killers are... [i]bad for business.[/i]"

Shayton remained quiet for a moment before he continued, "As far as [i]I[/i] am concerned, Dollhouse has nothing to do with the murders. But, even if they did, I would not tell you because I'd be setting myself for death."

Shayton let the words hang in the air; he didn't answer the question about his bosses as Clancy probably would have guessed his bosses [i]are[/i] Dollhouse.

"Does that answer your questions? If not, that's [i]unfortunate[/i] because I'm done with this discussion," Shayton adjusted his sunglasses as he narrowed his eyes at Clancy, "[i]Let go[/i] of me before I break free and make sure you [i]never[/i] get off this island..." Shayton narrowed his eyes at Clancy and punctuated his point with...

"... [i][b]Kid.[/b][/i]"

Shayton was unblinking as he stared at Clancy, preparing to take [i]other[/i] measures.

[b][i]"You-"[/i][/b] the boy growled, his voice slightly intoning to a faint, uncanny resonance beneath the canvas that made up his costume. 

Clearly, he’d touch a nerve. [b]”Not the first-”[/b] He'd seen a phone; firing out his other hand into Shayton’s suit-pocket to snatch it away, only to be met with the man’s cane being driven into the boy’s face, boosted by the Cheetah Spirit. 

To the outside observer, Shayton had disappeared for just a [i]second[/i], then briefly reappeared several paces away; foreshadowed by a gust of wind rippling over their corner of the festival.

Discretion was done. Clancy doubled back, the cane now speared through one eye and out the back of his hood.

The boy’s head turned, the entire length of the metal-tipped cane pivoting with him - unstained by blood or viscera as one might've expected  but still somewhere it didn't belong. Realising too late that the stolen phone in his hand was no more than a worthless lump of plastic, Clancy crushed it in his grasp, catching one last glance at his assailant.

“Hmph,” Shayton shook his head, before disappearing in another gust of wind before anyone had the chance to notice he was there - leaving behind a grisly sight for anyone caught up in the local [i]weather[/i] phenomena.