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[kidmanjc]

This was far from Kid’s first brush with law enforcement; in fact, he’d seen more than enough to be able to clock them by sight. It was a difficult thing to explain, but cops just had a certain bearing to them- they held themselves ready, and once he’d noticed it, he couldn’t un-see it. This guy, well if he wasn’t a cop he was FBI or something…. In any case, that meant bad news. 

“Then talk.” He said, voice on the edge of sullen, but not exactly rude- more like someone indulging a salesman they had no intention of buying anything from. His gaze narrowed at the other’s point, “S’not the worst thing I’ve seen.” He awoken soaked in sweat more times than he could count reliving the night he saw his parents- those people- eating that poor man; he’d still been alive, the noises… At least that thing, whatever it’d been, was clearly dead when this guy and his buddy chopped it up. “Folk like you don’t many any good deals with folk like me.”

There was always whisperings, rich-looking kinds reaching out to them, offering whatever they needed most for something, a sordid act, a dirty favour, a helping hand to be cut before it becomes a loose end- no one cared with another homeless went missing. Still, the diner was a public place, and they did damn good food- even plucked from the trash it still had flavour. “I know it.” Was all he said, gaze flicking over the man’s shoulder and then to the side, making sure no one else was appearing while they talked. “You already scared people.” And he didn’t mean cause of his face- the kids were like him, and a man like this Killian radiated authority. Authority meant nothing good to them.     

Kid was silent for a few beats before shrugging in what he hoped was a casual way, despite his heart still hammering, “Fine. Holly’s in thirty.” He’d make sure Chive knew- Kid wouldn’t risk any of them coming along or playing watchdog, but he’d feel better with them knowing. “You can go now.” he added, watching the man like a hawk and not about to turn his back till Mr. Briante was out of the ally. “I’ll meet you there.”

Killian was a diligent agent both for the FBI and for Delta Green, there was not much that escaped his notice. While he had not pointed out the witness to the Scooby Gang, he had been sure to stick around to see what the young man would do with the information. Killian had tailed him quietly for the best part of four days, watching as he picked up food to share, found shelter in the locations Killian certainly knew to check, seemingly cared for those like himself or younger than him. He noticed of course how the stranger had not gone to the police and indeed how he made an effort to avoid them. Unbeknownst to the young man, Killian had already intervened with Briscoe after reports of food being stolen, the situation hitting far too close to home for him to ignore.

He had chosen that moment to reveal himself, making sure he could be seen and no doubt recognised as he lingered further down the alleyway so to not startle him nor the youngsters with him. Quietly very pleased that the young man had chosen not to run. He waited for the others to retreat inside before he made a calm but measured approach.

"Just to talk," he answered honestly, "something of a check in really, there's not many who can walk away from something like what you saw without falling apart." Killian's tone was as ever, even and patient while he was a walking FBI stereotype he was apparently knowing enough not to get into his space and most importantly for someone in such a position, not to lie to the young man, well at least on the important things. "My name is Killian Briante," as he was known in Delta Green anyway. "I think that you and I may be able to help each other if you're willing to hear me out?"

Of course he knew full well what it was like to be in such a position, at least he knew there was someone around who wouldn't deny what he saw. Killian also knew the surest way to get such a man to sit and listen for at least half an hour too and give some illusion of choice as it was clear Killian could find him if he wanted. "As payment for your time, how about you come with me for dinner, there's a diner just two blocks away, I'm sure you know it, Holly's House?" It looked like the ideal place to scavenge in the bins late at night. "I can meet you there if you like? I don't want to interrupt, or scare anyone," he nodded to the warehouse behind him thinking it was best he was able to tell his friends that he was alright. "Shall we say in about 30minutes?"

[kidmanjc]

Recruitment || Killian & Kid

When: 20th May 2010 Where: Seattle {Back alley} With: Killian Briante @multipleoccupancy

“Hey! Two slices each and make them last, got it?” Kid asked, cuffing Beat on the back of his shaggy head as the boy inhaled his first slice. Kid couldn’t blame him, it might’ve been days since the guy had been able to eat- a beating from some rich fucks on a night out left him unable to get to Sarah for a few days. Still, he’d only been able to grab enough bread for a few slices each, until he could get back out later. After, well… IT, Kid had been holding back from his usual haunts in case the burnt man came looking; he wasn’t stupid enough to think you walked away after seeing what he’d seen… Not again anyway. 

“Who’s that?” - Eloise’s question had him quickly turning to see, well fuck, to see the man who’d been ingrained in his thoughts the last four days and made his blood run cold: The Burnt Man. “Who is it?” Eloise asked again, her little hand tugging on his sleeve as Kid stared at the figure in the ally mouth. “Chive,” He said, not taking his eyes off the other, “Take the rest of the bread and share it out, two slices each, inside.” They’d been making use of an abandoned warehouse after the junkies inside had been busted last week, most of the doors closed so it was better than most. 

“And run if you hear me yell.” He whispered to the second oldest of the group who nodded with narrowed eyes, taking Eloise’s hand from his sleeve and leading the group inside. Kid walked forward, doing his best to appear the picture of ease, and folded his arms- curling his fingers around the handle of a knife hidden in his sleeve. “What do you want?” He asked, pleased his voice was level when he felt nothing but panic and faint nausea at the sight of the man- those inhuman body parts dancing behind his eyes.