Welcome to Gaia! ::

Lincoln chuckled, "This is why we struggle so much. So many people working so hard to protect the small things, without thought to what could be gained with a little force. The boy would live. And he'd prove himself useful."

Lincoln made a motion with his hands. "It's a loss, but so be it. If it's too much of a risk for you, the boy is safe enough. The drugs wouldn't have damaged him, but the higher ups have always been a bit too concerned for their own offspring. Did the boy even pass the tests on his own, or did he require help?" Linc leaned back in his chair, "I will send out a request. But I suggest you head out and work your plan hard in the mean time."

(Poor Adam, he's probably freaking out right now.)

Lincoln went back to what he was working on, a basic list of some of the recently discovered powers. He browsed them carefully, along with their profiles, and then chose a name further down on the list and circled it, writing the name and address down on a post-it note before he set the list aside. He needed a bit of stress relief, and so set out on a one man team to apprehend one of the weaker subjects. Of course, apprehending wouldn't actually happen, and the subject would end up having to be terminated due to some uncontrollable complication. But that's how Linc usually liked it.

Having not found his dad in his office, Adam retreated to his room, securing his door behind him. Zipper got up from his nap to happily greet him, only causing Adam to jump and nearly trip once his faithful dog bumped into the back of his legs.

Turning around, he backed up until he felt his back hit the door, and slid down to a sitting position. Zipper sat next to him, nudging his nose under Adam's shaking hand. He gave in and half-heartedly scratched the back of the Labrador's ear, "Looks like we're just staying here till Dad comes looking for me. I don't want Mr Lincoln or Mr Crane to find me. I'm not opening that door unless it's my dad."

Adam gasped at the sound of Mr Crane's voice, but covered his mouth with both hands, thoughts racing through his head. Should he not say anything and pretend he wasn't there? Should he hide? Should he find another way out of the room? Should he keep hiding behind his dad who won't tell him anything about what's going on...

"N-no, Mr Crane. I-I-I'm n-not coming out. I-I heard w-what you and Mr Lincoln s-s-s-aid," his stuttered, much as he did when he was very nervous or afraid, "Y-y-ou can't do that."

Grabbing his walking stick, he stood up, resting both hands and his weight against the door, "R-r-eally? I-I'm not gonna go out there and g-g-get grabbed...or something...right?"

He cupped a hand over his right eye, mumbling, "They'd have to stab my eyes?..."

Removing the images from his head, he felt for the doorknob, twisting it a few times to release the lock. Opening the door just a crack, Adam poked his head out, facing where he heard Mr Crane's breathing, also keeping his ears open for anyone else he may have had with him, "W-w-what do you need my help for?"

Having heard no one else around Mr Crane, and fully agreeing in his head about Mr Lincoln, Adam nodded, "C-c-can I take Zipper?"