Once the child left his presence Francis began to wander the halls of the asylum again. He would never admit it but of all the kinds of people he despised children were among the top of the list, mad or not. He walked the halls, offering his warm smile to the guards he passed. [I]They seem well equipped, but it doesn't look like any of my merchandise. Beckett's maybe?[/I] He thought to himself as he got a look at the guards' weapons and gear. But he didn't linger long he continued through the halls, his metal suit case in hand.