Adam had managed to elude the police, thanks to the help of those running away from the warehouse. A huff came from his lips as he made it across the way with Maurice, escaping the fire and trenent of the warehouse. The blood weapon he had held up until the point of the old man falling was now gone, the slit on his palm healed completely. With as much of a gentle touch as he could give, Adam lowered Maurice into the snow, making sure his head was turned so he could breath. There was no way he would be able to get the man back to the DHA alone. At least, not without drawing suspicion from various parties that were out and about. [color=ffd700]"I'll be right back," the young man doubted the older man would be able to hear him, if he were out still. Crossing the way again, Adam poked his head into the warehouse, scanning for the remaining people that would be there. Most had retreated by now - a smart thing to do. [color=ffd700]"'Ello, mum?"[/color] Adam's eyes first landed on Beniha, a smile on his face as his eyes drifted out towards the burning warehouse. There were still a few others here, he saw, but she had been the closest. [color=ffd700]"The older gentlemen that fell earlier, he's out there,"[/color] lifting his finger, he pointed to the outside snowy landscape. [color=ffd700]"I could use some help returning him to the DHA, if you'd be so kind." [/color]