Spreading himself on the bed, Faelan let out a deep sigh. He'd been too hyped to really think about what the man had said, but now that Shula wasn't questioning his appetites, his realized maybe the name did mean something to him. "Oh shit," he muttered, thinking back to the name on most of his paychecks. "There's no fucking way," he groaned, sitting up much too fast and trying to find the folder they had involving Vince. Vince had thrown it down, so he had to get up off the bed to find it. Pulling it open, he realized, much later than he should have.<br/><br/>"Fucking cunt is part of the Foundation," he exclaimed, holding the picture back up to Shula. She obviously wouldn't recognize why, since she never made money from the Foundation, but he threw the folder on the bed, trying not to get mad at letting something this big slip by him. No wonder the man was so unsettling, and Faelan could only get more mad the more he realized just how badly he'd fucked up. "Goddamn it!" he yelled this time, throwing himself back onto the bed.<br/><br/>"That albino bastard has a son? He's like fucking 80!" Faelan fumed, more to himself than to Shula, "He was part of the Foundation before I was even born, what's that bastard doing with a demon kid?" Now that it had registered, the old man did share some facial similarities to Vince. And their names even both started with V's. "The guy he's talking about is the Foundation's lead researcher for their demon hybridization program. He's the one who signed me up to be bonded with you." Thinking back to it, he remembered reading about more of the things they'd done, including their scrapped program where they tried to use demon limbs and other parts to graft onto humans.