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[b]Secret Subbasement of Stately Grant Manor 
One Werewolf Hunt Later[/b]

Moon Knight stepped out of a particular chamber of his primary lair wherein the apparent werewolf and serial killer Anthony Lupus was being held, restrained by an odd improvised mix of ordinary handcuffs and silver thread to prevent any further transformation. Khonshu was right as as always in leading him to Lupus. The information he'd received was troubling to say the least. He would have to act on it quickly before the madness it hinted at spread any further, infected anyone else. But before he could move out again something caught his eye, a flurry of movement at the corner of his vision. He spun and threw a crescent blade to pin whatever intruder was present in place, making the throw by pure reflex. It was only afterward that he saw what he had caught.

[color=silver][b]"Jeff, what are you doing here? You don't have access to the subbasement."[/b] [/color]

As always just the sight of the boy's perpetually cheerful yet defiant face hit Moon Knight full on with a tsunami of cascading emotions and memories, almost all of them painful. His early battles with Midnight Man, the self-proclaimed "World's Greatest Gentleman Thief", how he had changed from target of Khonshu's punishment to someone whom Moon Knight could almost respect if he could give up his addiction to flashy theft. Then came their final battle. Moon Knight could still see it as if it were playing out before his eyes all over again. The mistimed kick on a rooftop slick with rain, the look in Midnight Man's eyes as he realized he was falling, falling...down towards the river. Moon Knight's glider cape had been in tatters after their knife fight but he still remembered the sensation of flinging himself over the edge and reaching for Midnight Man's hand...It was only afterward that he'd found out Midnight Man had a son, a son he'd been training to join the family business and raised on tales of his daring exploits against his most noble and implacable foe the Moon Knight.

Taking Jeff in under the guise of Steven Grant had been the least he could do but the child was far too bright and cunning, so it had only taken one slip-up for him to follow Steven Grant down to the subbasement. Which is how he came to be here, sleeve pinned against a wall by a crescent knife he was casually examining as he ignored a glare that had made grown criminals wet themselves with practiced ease.

[color=SkyBlue]"My Dad was the world's greatest thief, so if you think some fancy locks and scanners are going to keep me out of anywhere you're crazy, Steve!"[/color]

Moon Knight sometimes tended to agree with that assessment.

[color=Silver][b]"Still, I can't have you coming down here whenever you like and interrupting-"[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue]"So what did he tell you?"[/color]

[color=silver][b]"He who?"[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue]"The monster man, the werewolf or whatever! Marlene told me about him and there's no way you'd hand him over to the police without interrogating him yourself first! So what did he tell you?"[/color]

Moon Knight sighed and mentally reminded himself never to become an actual parent.

[color=silver][b]"If it'll prevent you from trying to go in there and find out for yourself...he was surprisingly talkative. It turns out he was a test subject for one Professor Achilles Milo, currently working out of an abandoned research lab that used to belong to Roxxon Oil and Chemical. He promised Lupus there that he'd turn him into the next Olympic gold medalist but then went and turned him into that thing instead.[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue]"Eesh! You'd think he'd know better with a name like Lupus. So what do we do next?"[/color]

[color=silver][b]"[i]We[/i] don't do anything. You're going to go back upstairs and get some sane amount of sleep in. I'm going to head to that factory and see what I can beat out of Milo, or at least pick up his trail. And don't say "But I want to help" or "But I have training" for the thirtieth time, because that's final!"[/b][/color]

The glare he got as the kid ripped the throwing knife out of his sleeve and stormed out would've been soul-withering to any lesser man, but he wouldn't risk Jeff sharing his father's fate. He still didn't know just how Midnight Man had died, though if he did Moon Knight figured he would likely be a lot less eager to jump into being Moon Knight's sidekick.

As his feet locked into place on his Angelwing and he lifted off, he prayed to Khonshu for guidance on how to handle the boy.

As always though, with Jeff there were no easy answers.