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[There's a young Snake roaming around, seemingly looking for someone. He has a concerned, fleeting look on his face. Despite his training to mask his emotions, he can't help the frown currently furrowing his brows.]

[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]

[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]

[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]

_Damnit...

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No. I don't need help.

[He didn't look up at the man. He wasn't ready to meet so many new faces in one day. He wondered if they were perhaps taking pity on him. Did his future self end up so pathetic that he constantly needed assistance?]

[Pity, from Pain? More like amusement.]

Sure as hell look like you do. It's that or you got lost on the way out of a sparring session, and you're not bruised enough for the latter.

[A few pitch-black hornets float around David, attracted to the scent of sweat.]

If you're going to lie, make sure it's believable first.

Who's asking you? It has nothing to do with you.

[He reaches for his gun. Just in case the man attempts any funny stuff.]

What, you don't accept help from strangers?

[A hornet lands on David's gun hand, staring up at him.]

A good idea, for a normal child. But it might be good to listen to another who's had a gun in his hands since he was young.

[He flexes; the hornets swarm around him, shield-like.]

What do you want?

[He swats his hand to urge the hornet away from his hand, and takes a firm step back.]

The Pain of the Cobra Unit, reporting.

[The hornet flies away, insulted, and flutters to the ceiling with it's brethren. Pain bats away the hornets in front of him and nods his head, saluting.]

It's always strange to see someone who looks like your enemy running about as a child. I was investigating. But I don't think you're on a mission to kill me, so.

[Shrug.]

I was going to offer assistance, if any was wished, but you look like you don't need my help. Do you?

...

[He had no idea what the Cobra Unit was, so he continued to stare blankly at the man, watching him as he commanded his hornets around. He waited for him to finish speaking, and as he was prompted with a question, he responds.]

I don't need any help. Not unless you know where Miss Clark is.

Miss Clark...

[He pulls out a thick notebook and flips through it.]

You would be referring to the woman known as Para-Medic, correct?

[He falls silent. He only knows her as Miss Clark. Jane.]

Jane Clark.

Jane? That would be her, yes.

[He closes the book shut.]

I heard, about a month ago, that she had vanished off the face of the Nexus. At least three searched for her with no sucsess over several days. As far as my sources tell me, she's gone.

Then that's all I needed to know.

[He scoots from the bench, rising to his feet irritably. He rubs his face, still exhausted and fatigued from not having slept or eaten too well in search for his near surrogate mother.]

[He puttered off down the hallway in silence.]

[He didn't think that he'd get rid of Pain that easy, did he?]

[He's behind him by about 10 feet.]

What do you want with me?

[Spoken without stopping or turning around.]

Do you need a place to stay?

[He doesn't stop either.]

I don't stay with strangers.

Valid. But I am training several others at this point; you would be among company. There is safety in numbers.

No thanks.

[There was something offputting about the man. He didn't trust him. But then again, his trust wasn't exactly easily placed.]

Understood.

[He stops. Time to retreat, for now.]

If you change your mind, or need back-up on a mission, my codec is 335.58. No strings attatched.

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