"Definitely better than sitting in some prison cell though, right?" The question from Dustin, second-in-command of the OIS, continues a short conversation that he had been sharing with Bryan while inside the second armored truck waiting for the delivery of the person they would be escorting. Dustin had found it difficult at first to get the old man to say anything but after offering him a cigar, the former Duarxen officer opened up slightly.<br/><br/>"Right now, sure. But who knows how this is going to turn out, in the end I could have been better off back in the cell," the old man said grumpily as he puffed slowly on the cigar, letting smoke billow out from his nose as he watched the doors from which the target would be departing from, seeing heavily armed security guards all over the area. Though he did feel relieved to be out of prison for the time being he was uneasy about the reason behind it.<br/><br/>Dustin had his focus on the jail door as well but turns a glancing eye at Bryan, "What makes you say that?"<br/><br/>Letting out a slight chuckle without allowing the cigar to fall, Bryan gestures his hand to point out all the security in the area, "Three armored trucks, a squad of heavily-armed, expertly trained 'escorts', all of these armed guards just to transfer whoever this is over to us..." he takes another drag before continuing, "...I may have lost touch with the world while in prison but I did not lose all my senses. This mission, this person, is going to be trouble."<br/><br/>Just as Dustin was about to respond the sound of the metal gate opening brought his attention to the young girl being escorted out by what he took as her current handler, well soon to be former handler.<br/><br/>"That's her, eh?" Bryan spoke with what seemed to be an inquisitive tone but was much less interested than he came across. "All of this protection for a little girl?" The deep, gruff rumbling undertone that was his voice showcased his irritation with the current situation he found himself to be in, "Babysitting...all I have done and my life is reduced to babysitting."<br/><br/>The two of them watched as the young girl was handed over to Lysandra and loaded into the back of the first truck, and were ready to begin making the trip once the first vehicle in the caravan decided to roll on.