”Hey, great! I knew you'd find your way out, eventually,” the beasts lips stretch into a crooked smile. His tone is bright, but the raised gun - aimed right between the boys green eyes - makes the greeting feel much less welcoming. The son has asked a valid question. Not the right one, but it's valid none the less.

”he right question would be, ”what are you planning on doing with me?” Me being [i]you[/i], in this case. Obviously. Because clearly I have nothing to worry about,” the beast continues to talk. For a moment, the smile turns into a wide grin as he looks at the boy carefully. He thinks he's right. Then again, there's a lot one could hide under that cloak. He probably shouldn't assume anything.

”No sudden moves, kid. Scientist guy, look at my face,” he tells Bouviet as the grin on his face disappears. The man does as he's told, though it's obvious that he doesn't want to look away from his son. Like staring at him would keep him safe.

”Will you remember it? Your sons life depends on it,” the beast raises his brows but doesn't move his eyes away from the kid. The boys name starts with L, if he remembers right. He hadn't felt the need to remember it. What matters is that the right face found his way into the right abandoned building. The beast is just glad he's gotten this far.

The hand holding the pistol stays steady. Bouviet nods multiple times, mouth pursed into a worried line.

”I was part of that beast program of yours. You're a scientist there. Christian Bouviet,” the beast nearly stumbles over the last name and takes his eyes away from the son for a moment. ”Your kid will stay with me, and you're going to find a name that fits this face, right? Age, place of birth, any kind of info you can find. And when you return them here, I'll let your son go. Unharmed. If not...”

He's not even through his spiel before the scientist starts shaking his head.

”You are not involving my son in this,” Bouviet hisses as the beast sniffs, lets his free hand brush under his nose. The cold is slowly getting to him.

”He's already involved,” the beast responds with a scowl as he studies at the Bouviet kid. ”Either you both die and I find someone else, or you trade places.”

”What do you think, kid? Which option sounds better?”