”We will move to a safer location. Check this building every day,” the beast answers as his face melting into something of a blank stare as he lowers the arm holding the gun. The previous role of a is pushed aside, is taken over by something else, [i]someone[/i] else.

”The likelihood of me reaching my objective was... slim. There was barely a chance for the plan to get even this far,” the beast tells the other. This had been a shot in the dark, a last chance. He still waited for the government, or a fellow beast jump into that door. Had expected it long before Leonel had stepped through the door.

His chances of succeeding were much higher than before. Hope is an unfamiliar feeling, but welcome none the less.

”I didn't expect you to arrive at all,” he admits, giving the other a sideways glance. It's curious that Leonel did, instead of waiting for the government to act. Perhaps he doesn't trust them. Perhaps he wants to avoid the government as much as the beast does.

They might have something in common.

The thought makes the beast frown as he stares at Leonel, dark brown eyes oddly intense before marching to the open doorway. He peeks outside and finds nothing, not even the retreating back of Christian Bouviet. The gun finds it's way back to the holster. He steps away from the door - one, two - and his hand shifts towards his wrist before falling limp again.

”I will take lead. Don't run away,” he warns Leonel again before he steps through the door, expecting the other to follow before he shuts the door behind him.