<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel would treat this like an other mission he'd been sent on in his life, only this one was strictly solo. If one thing he'd learned throughout, it was to be thorough and patient. There was no need to jump the gun. Niegel had learned the boy's name, where he worked, and who he was around. He learned who would miss him. The boy wasn't going anywhere far, apparently. It didn't throw him off course too badly when he left home, to stay with a friend. Neigel instead just gathered more information, and learned the young man's habits. He was young and naive, not a seasoned soldier who was often looking for threats at every turn. Easy almost, and Chrys had no reason to fear him. They'd met at the latest event. Ron even had the gall to introduce him, calling him friend. That would work in his favor later on, because Neigel was a familiar face. Nothing to be alarmed about. He still lived in the same town, it was not unheard of that they would run into each other at one point.<br/>
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Chrys didn't need to know that he'd followed him, and placed himself there strategically. He was dressed line any other civilian, in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He had a basket, gathering a few things. This isn't where he planned on completing his mission, this was just a test to lure the young man into a false sense of security. It would make it easier when he finally went after his target. Maybe he'd even complete the capture without resistance. He had plans for every scenario he could think of. He'd went over them again and again in his mind, and finally it was time to put the pieces together.<br/>
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“Hey,” he said to Chrys, seeing him from across an island of produce. He walked over inconspicuous enough.<br/>
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“I don't know if you remember me. I'm one of your dads friends. We served together. He introduced us a few weeks ago,” Niegel went on. Chrys looked like his dad, too much perhaps. It was easy to see how he might be easily recognized, and remembered. He lacked the bulk long, hard years of military training would put on a man like Ron, but he was still young. Niegel himself hadn't ever bulked up the way Ron had. Ronald Collins was in essence the perfect depiction of American masculinity. It was really too bad he was a fucking liar, and a coward. Neigel didn't let his anger bleed through. Instead, he smiled. He could be charming when he decided to be.<br/>
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“How's your old man doing? I haven't seen him in a while,” Niegel questioned curiously, wondering if the boy would admit that he'd been away from home and away from his dad. Niegel couldn't wait to get Chrys away, all for himself. He felt this was certainly fitting. He had no interest in Ron's wife. He had given thought to perhaps killing her, but it would be over far too quickly. Instead he wanted to drag this out, slow, and it didn't hurt that Ron had fathered an attractive son.</span></span>