Monster. The beast couldn't remember anything from the time before the program, but the word was familiar enough. An insult, often the last thing he'd heard from his targets if they had the time to say anything at all. He tried not to concentrate on the memories of that bitter, frightening word. He had something more important to concentrate on.

The son – Leonel, that was the name – had said yes. Seemed pretty confident that this was a good idea, even. There was no need to send a bullet through anyone's head.

”He'll be fine,” the beast dismissed the scientists worried words, strolling towards the man. The hand holding the gun lowered, changed targets. Settled on the side of Christian Bouviet's skull. The other reached for the knife strapped to his hip.

”So, [i]Leonel[/i], was it? Move away from the door. Go lean on the wall on your left, where I can see you. You're a smart guy, you know that running isn't an option,” the tall man spoke as the knife reaches the bindings holding Bouviet in place. A moment later, the man is free.

”Stand up. Start moving towards the door,” he commands. Bouviet does as told, with hesitant, steps. He doesn't want to leave his son alone.

”No need to worry about a time limit. I've got all the time in the world. But, if the government finds this building before you do, I'll kill your son. If Leonel gets sick of waiting and tries to run off, he will get a bullet right through his skull,” the beast throws look towards the son, half-expecting the boy to try it immediately. His mouth twists into an odd, vicious grin as the man steps through the door and shivers as the cold wind hits him.

”No need to close the door behind you. I'll take care of that.”