Davos would have had little trouble caring for only himself, so he saw it has his duty to help those heâd 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 heâd returned to the warehouse, heâd found several new faces greeting him, as well as several other faces missing. He didnât 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, Davosâs 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 heâd perhaps seen one of them when he saw a young man looking a bit too intently at the running vehicle. He wasnât 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.
âExcuse me, sir. I donât mean to intrude, but Iâm looking for a friend of mine who wondered off in the night.â He thought âfriendâ was a better description than âstudentâ in the moment. âI havenât been able to find him and wonder if perhaps you have,â 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 kidâs 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 didnât 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 wasnât from America, how long heâd been here was anyoneâs guess. It was possible that English wasnât his first language, but his accent told Frank wherever he learned it wasnât in America. Nothing concerning so far, at least to Frank.
Frank was about to reply when the shouting attracted his attention.  âIâll, um, help you out after I take care of whatever is going on over there,â 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 couldnât see what was happening clearly, but it looked like they were attacking someone.
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