He still heard not the footsteps but the ever so slight creaking of the boards beneath his feet. He tensed ever so slightly but continued to stare at the mirror. He looked into it and saw Taylor. Turning around and relaxed. Mostly anyways. They were allies. He would treat him like that. He hoped he would not be stabbed in the back for doing so. He nodded his head. "Yeah...I know." he said with a sigh. "I know." he leaned against the sink and looked at him. He had noticed the guy studying him. His stomach growled at the sound of the word food. He hadn't eaten in a while. Scino tended to turn meals into an awesome project. He chuckled a bit at the memory of the exploding tomato when Scino tried to use a machine to create the ultimate sauce. He shook his head. "Sorry...I was just thinking about Scino and the exploding tomato. He tried to use a machine to make us the ultimate spagetti sauce. Instead he created an exploding tomato." He chuckled a bit. "Most of it covered Scino. He was eating it off himself. Went mmmm delicious. Most delicious explosion I've ever created. In that funny voice of his. Like nothing in the world could bring him down. Not even his failures."<br/><br/>He shook his head. "He showed me that you can not let a failure bring it down. You gotta find some small sliver of humor in the situation and use it to process, comprehend, relax, learn and enjoy. To make even the most horrible of situations...humorous." He shrugged a bit. Following the guy out of the room. "I think my best memories...are of the almost three years I lived with him. He was an awesome guy. Best father I could've asked for in a world of humans. He was a real character. He put the definition of one of a kind to reality and then took it to a whole new level." He got thoughtful. "Did his teleporter panels become popular? He said he was certain they would one day be a big hit. I wonder if they did." he said with a small smile. "That was one of his favorite projects. You don't know how many times we had to use the reverse anatomy thing when his teleporting he came back all jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle."<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit. "An ear where his nose was. An eye on his forehead and where his mouth should be. His nose where the missing ear was. His mouth on the middle of his face near the eyes. Eyes randomly place on his head. Man...he looked like a comic book character. He just laughed about it the whole time." He shook his head. "Every day was a new adventure. Sometimes there was more than one adventure in a day." He sighed a bit. Then shook his head. "I will keep his memory alive...even if it is just through me. By word of mouth. Through book." He smiled a bit. "That old man always did say he was going to change the world." He looked out the window. "I'm not too sure the way the world is...where you are guilty until proven guilty...is how he wanted it to be changed. Those people...does the constitution and bill of rights have no meaning anymore?" He sighed a bit. "There is so much I don't know about this world."<br/><br/>He shrugged a bit. "A day at time. Step by step as old man Scino would say." He started looking around. He was hungry. "Need me to go hunt something down? I'm a good tracker and hunter in my wolf form. Bring us some fresh meat if you'd like." He offered. Wanting to be of some assistance.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile...at the base recently escaped from...~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Frank was freaking out. Beyond freaking out. He was to the point of paranoid. Paranoia seeping into his soul. He had FAILED what the shadow man had requested of him. Everyone and anyone who heard of the one everyone refered to as PHANTOM knew failure with him...was a very bad idea. It was like writing your own obiturary if you failed him. You might as well have written your own death certificate. Then taken the gun and gone *bang*. You were that screwed. He was freaking out. He had to ditch Madam Director who was throwing a hissy fit. Something about Scino and that kid. Oh so NOW she cares whether the hell the kid dies! Just like a woman to change her mind and all that jazz. He was wearing shades and all black. A black trench coat. He had a gun on his side. Not that it do him much good against PHANTOM. He was waiting in the place they normally met. He had to own up to the fact he failed. That Taylor betrayed them and escaped with the kid. That the kid was not dead. He was sweating bullets. He was scared shitless and trying to play it cool