Davos would have had little trouble caring for only himself, so he saw it has his duty to help those he’d left with and those that he could find who were in need. The city seemed set on the idea of separating all of them constantly. When he’d returned to the warehouse, he’d found several new faces greeting him, as well as several other faces missing. He didn’t mind caring for the ones that had appeared, but he could not abandon the ones that had been called out into the snow.
So far, Davos’s search of the city had been entirely fruitless. He had made quick work of learning its layout, but with so many small places to hide, he could hardly cover every inch. He was considering asking the man with the vehicle if he’d perhaps seen one of them when he saw a young man looking a bit too intently at the running vehicle. He wasn’t sure how a confrontation between the pair would end, so he walked a bit faster, making sure the young man saw him as he approached. The sight of two against one was enough to cause the youth to give them a wider berth before he continued to walk down the sidewalk.
“Excuse me, sir. I don’t mean to intrude, but I’m looking for a friend of mine who wondered off in the night.” He thought ‘friend’ was a better description than ‘student’ in the moment. “I haven’t been able to find him and wonder if perhaps you have,” Davos was about to give a brief description before the sound of shouting drew his attention from Frank.
Frank noticed the kid looking over what he had then looking at him. The kid’s gaze moved to something, someone probably behind Frank. He tensed, not sure if it was a setup, but what the kid saw made him change his mind about Frank. It didn’t mean that whomever was behind him was an ally. They might just have been a bigger threat to the kid.
Frank turned to get a good look at whomever was approaching. Something in the way the guy held himself told Frank the guy knew how to handle himself. The moment he spoke Frank knew he wasn’t from America, how long he’d been here was anyone’s guess. It was possible that English wasn’t his first language, but his accent told Frank wherever he learned it wasn’t in America. Nothing concerning so far, at least to Frank.
Frank was about to reply when the shouting attracted his attention. “I’ll, um, help you out after I take care of whatever is going on over there,” he said and took off jogging in the direction of the shouting.
He passed the corner of a building and glanced down an alley. It was clear, but just beyond it there was a group of teenagers or maybe 20 somethings. He couldn’t see what was happening clearly, but it looked like they were attacking someone.
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