The Silent Child's Story

"Seriously? Terrorist? How am I a terrorist? Please explain that. And the shot alone would make alarms go off. Way more serious the the ones I set off. The ones I set off are localized, they don't make surgery and emergency rooms go on alert. Shooting a weapon in a hospital will though. And you don't seem to understand, they will come to this hospital, looking for survivors. Looking for me. They are not idiots. So, I either have to die, or fake my death. If its faked, then I get a chance to rescue my sister from them, and stop them from turning her into what I am. If I die, they won't kill her, but I won't be able to rescue her. And if they think at all that I told you anything, which would come purely from not dying in that explosion, they will try to kill you too. And everyone else involved. If I died in that explosion, or at least if they think I did, then we will all be much better off".

He raised his hands, but examined his surroundings. An old fashioned laundry chute, a bunch of Doctors and patients running by, some nurses, some children. If it got really bad, he always had his backup plan. He wasn't sure how long it would work, but it would certainly give him some time...and Doctors often had the hero complex. That did not hurt.

Aiedail stepped forwards and made to grab the Child's arms, before attempting to lift him from the ground.

"Since you are well enough to make an escape attempt, I judge you healthy enough to be transferred to a more secure location!" the android noted, "Do not resist or struggle, or you will endanger yourself."

With the child in her grip, the android proceeded towards the nearest staircase and began to make her way towards the roof.

"Well, you seem to do an excellent job at ignoring facts. 'The law clearly dictates you may not steal or take items from a hospital'. Hospital gown, remember? I need my clothes. I assume you have been through the pockets already, so I don't think you would object to that" he noted, sounding bored and slightly annoyed.

"You seemed to miss the part where the assassins will kill anyone in their way before they actually positively think I am dead. Or did you miss the whole conversation? If you arrest me and put me in jail, you have to list the charges. If you list the charges, they will find out. And they won't be satisfied with me just sitting in jail. No, they will break in just to kill me. Maybe just put a hit out on me. Get one of the prisoners to do it. Its your job to protect and serve, and I am telling you what you need to do in order to do your job. I am trying to stop people from dying, and your actions are only sealing their fate".

He then added again "And unless you want to steal from the hospital, I need my clothes back. Crime is sort of something you don't want to do as a cop".

It would appear as though Aiedail was deaf to the Child's words, and indeed, removing a hospital gown from a hospital was hardly something that an officer of the law would be questioned on, when said hospital gown was attached to a dangerous criminal.

She proceeded with her gripping and lifting of the Child, and only en route to the roof did she speak. "Whilst you are in the custody of the Terran Government, you are under their protection. We do not compromise for criminal organisations' threats. They are welcome to try."

The headline of the news programme blared across the screen as the voice of a man began to speak over images of a gathering of reporters outside the heavily defended RIP facility outside of Wing City.

"Hello, and welcome to Terracast News at Noon, I'm Martin Langford. Our top story this afternoon: the killer of Taryn Lebeau, wife of the infamous Remy Lebeau, owner of popular local establishment Gambit's Bar has been taken into custody. An announcement was made by a member of the WCPD earlier today stating that the unnamed child murderer who witnesses had reported as shooting Mrs. Lebeau without provocation in Wing City Plaza had been apprehended alive, and was now interred within the high security Davrell Rehabilitation Institute for Paranormals. The spokesperson stated that no details regarding the child's identity were available for release, and nor were details of their arrest. It is being speculated that the arrest was somehow related to the catastrophic detonation of the city's Spaceport yesterday morning, due to sightings of a child-like culprit during that event, however the spokesperson refused to comment on these claims."

The shot cut to images of the spaceport and the explosion that had taken place the day before.

"Amidst the chaos striking in the business district as the undead cyborg menace persists, we are left reassured that the police department has not forgotten about the other threats to the city's safety. The question remains on many citizens' minds though, in light of the knowledge of his wife's killer's capture, will 'Gambit' reopen his bar?"

An unmarked but heavily armoured police van trundled ponderously along the road leading from Wing City to the RIP prison complex. Contrary to the news broadcast that had been made based off of a police announcement, the Silent Child was not already contained within the prison. The announcement had in fact been made as a decoy away from the Child's actual location, to allow for a far lower-key transportation of him from WCPD custody to that of the NPA.

The child himself was cuffed and under the watchful eye of two armed officers in the back of the vehicle, separated from them by a reinforced transparent barrier. A pair of police cruisers flanked the van, each carrying another four officers.

There was something unusual about the route that the vehicle was taking, however. The most direct route to the RIP had been missed. Perhaps they were attempting to avoid any potential ambushes, or perhaps there was something else at work here. Safely tucked inside the van, the Child would not be aware of any of this, devoid of windows as the vehicle's holding area was. As far as he knew, he was on his way to the RIP for detention there.

Money had changed hands and favours had been called in. Deep cover was about to be blown. But for whom?

Only time would tell for sure.

He made his way towards the ship. Again. He wanted nothing more to do with this planet. His sister was dead because of a cop. A cop he never wanted to see again. Maybe he would kill the cop someday, but for now, he wanted to mourn his sister.

At least he was free. He knew one thing though. He would need a name, and a new identity. He thought maybe someone in the SPaceport could help. People constantly immigrating and what not. He didn't care how he would need to get it. He had tons of money in shrouded accounts. Untraceable money. He could also easily use force. He didn't even want to get into how annoying it was to get all of his gear back, execute every guard in his way, and escape. BUt after his escape, making himself hard to find on Terra was easy.

Looking around, he searched for someone who could help him. Anyone really. He needed a new identity, but getting a ship offworld would be nice too. People were still after him for the death of Gambit's wife.

The ship had fit perfectly into the grove, it being a very large ship but just small enough to hide in The Grove. Eric Dalton had payed a good deal of money, though only a tiny insignificant fraction of his whole amount, to get his son and daguhter back, but now it appeared only his son would be returned. According to him, his sister would be dead because he was caught.

Eric had prepped this modular ship with extra shielding devices, generators, and an extensive and expensive Medical addition. The ship was well protected by Eric Dalton's elite guard force, bought not only by money but by hard work. Eric Dalton had worked and fought alongside each one, helped their children get better, funded their wives cancer treatments. He had their loyalty, no question about that. And they knew that what he really wanted was his family back. And that he was never going to be able to get them all back.

They had given him a nickname. The Silent Child. Implanted him with all sorts of implants, canabalized a portion of his body, just to control and monitor him in addition to the gun to his sister's head. It was sickening, that someone could do this to a child. Force them to kill. He had to give him extensive cybernetic implants, have several surgeries done, and get him some new flesh for some areas, but now his son was conscious again. He wasn't in pain every waking minute, and he wasnt under death threat every second.

And most importantly, his personality and memories were still in tact, though Eric wouldn't have minded to get rid of some of them.

However, he wanted to have a doctor take a look at him, do a thorough physical examination, make sure he was really helathy and okay. Eric was a father, and he wanted to be careful and sure they didn't miss anything.

"Dude, I've been over this with you a million times. Unless he can't talk for himself, I have to hear what's wrong with him from the patient. If he can't, I'll need to go over any existing records you have lying around." A tall, exasperated figure lugged a heavy bag behind him. "You're the dad, so as his guardian, you should have those records."