The remnants of his dream still clung to the edges of Taylorâ€™s thoughts and it made his skin crawl. He had never figured out if he had simply imagined the man who had saved his life or if there really was someone. They say that if you are desperate enough your mind will show you whatever it is you need in order to continue to survive.<br/><br/>â€œYou donâ€™t need to be wondering around out there.â€ He responded to the last question first as he opened the fridge and peered inside. An honest smile curled onto his lips as he pulled out two thick cut slabs of steak. Mariah, the keeper of his house, was awesome. He supposed she simply continued to by food every week or so because most of the time he returned home to some form of meat in the fridge. It wasnâ€™t always edible but there was meat, thankfully this time it was edible.<br/><br/>â€œThe constitution ceased to really matter about fifty years ago. Nobody really noticed at first because there was always a reason to change this or that and it always sounded good.â€ His voice was laced with hate as he spoke of the slow downfall of the country everyone in his family had fought for and most had died.<br/><br/>â€œIt was almost too late when this group of people finally realized what was going on and decided to take action. Of course they were labeled terrorists and were hunted and whenever they were found were killed on site. This was about twenty years ago, my father had been supporting them behind the scenes. Providing guns and ammo where he could, he had a family to look after and keep safe. He had me.â€  The entire time Taylor was talking he was moving around the kitchen, pulling out a tabletop electric grill and a few pots. â€œWhen I left the force it was almost to the end. The rebels were losing but I tried to help, especially after my father was killed.â€ The way he spoke made it clear that he was almost positive that the federal government had something to do with it.<br/><br/>â€œEveryone was on their side though so eventually we fell. I did what I had to do in order to survive.â€ Taylorâ€™s brow furrowed in disdain as he threw the steaks on the grill and started the canned vegatables on the stove. He returned to the fridge and pulled out two beers and tossed one to Meko, he was aware that the kid was underage but at this point he didnâ€™t think that little law really mattered. â€œPeople donâ€™t see how corrupt it is. We arenâ€™t safe, none of us are. Everyone is a rat trapped in their little maze and being tracked by a really large cat.â€ He hesitated for a moment before he grinned. â€œThe cat isnâ€™t me, unfortunately.â€<br/><br/>â€œThe way you speak of the old man and the way everyone was told are two different stories. If youâ€™re right than Scino was used and probably destroyed by the very people who are now trying to kill us. Most of his work was destroyed but a lot of it was put to use for their side.â€ It was unspoken that one of those projects had been what caught him; normal humans wouldnâ€™t have stood a chance at that point in his life. He was driven by pure rage and an animal in that much anger was far more dangerous than anyone could even begin to fathom.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m sorry that you lost him.â€ Taylor turned and rested his back against the countertop to look at Meko. He knew the feelings that must be swirling through him at the loss of a father, whether by blood or not. â€œI donâ€™t think the teleport tech survived but Iâ€™ll help you look and if you want weâ€™ll try and get you back there.â€ He wasnâ€™t sure if that was a good idea but nobody deserved to have a new world and new views thrust upon them, not like Meko has. â€œWe just have to handle a few pieces of business on the way.â€<br/><br/>Taylor turned around and flipped the steaks over before tugging his gun out of his waistband and putting it on the counter top farther away from the food. Heâ€™d never been one to not have a weapon close by. You never knew what could happen.<br/><br/>--0-0-0-0-0-0-0 at the recently unsecure base<br/>Xander watched Frank walk into the ally and took sick pleasure at the fact that the man was looking around with sheer terror written on his face. It was nice to know that even though his old names hadnâ€™t been used in a while he was still as feared as before. A grin spread onto his lips as he imagined how much more fear would strike peopleâ€™s hearts if they found out who he really was.<br/><br/>â€œFrank, Frank, Frank.â€ Xander sighed as he stepped from the shadows and shook his head in disappointment. â€œWhat do you think youâ€™re gonna do with that thing?â€ He asked his eyes drifting down to the gun that was shaking at the desk jockeyâ€™s side. â€œJust put it on the ground.â€ He flicked his eyes to the pavement by Frankâ€™s feet as he stepped closer.<br/><br/>â€œI gave you one thing to do. One very simple thing.â€ He started in as his shoulders rolled over and his teeth elongated, unlike Taylor he had completely accepted the animal within and they worked together beautifully.  â€œI told you to make sure that kid died.â€ Xanderâ€™s voice lowered into a rough growl as he circled around to Frankâ€™s back, stalking his prey like a true predator. He almost took as much pleasure in making people beg as he did feeling their blood drip down his fingersâ€¦almost.