TOUCH | F. Hargreeves

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Beau was always good at threatening information out of people, having that certain intimidating charm that could be used under almost any situation. It was probably how he survived so long in missions or was able to get anything he wanted, although he didn't usually use it often. Beau could be considered selfish but he wasn't that selfish. 

It was easy to say Beau was not a fearful person when it came to people, especially those doing the most to make him fearful. It was all one big game of power and Beau knew all the right tricks to make it that much easier for himself. Intimidation was a fine line to walk on and if you leaned too far on either side you would surely lose yourself to power and possibly get yourself killed because of it, just a simple tip. 

Luther left not long after their little spat, realising that the two were not going to be going home to discuss his issue when they have their own to deal with. That was when Five spotted the man he had only recently just seen, dog on a leash, as he headed towards his car on the other side of the road.

"Here we go." Was all Five said as he spacial jumped both him and Beau inside the man's car and frightening him and the dog in the backseat. The dog growled at Beau who now stood beside him and all he could think to do was awkwardly pat him once, twice, on the head. It seemed to somewhat calm it down.

"Oh, Jesus!" The man exclaimed in fear for the two sudden young boys in his car.

Beau leaned his head forward, his resting on each seat as he smirked at the man, "Hi, Richard." It was then he realised this looked much younger than he had when they were all speaking civically in his office; like he had grown ten times younger in a single afternoon.

Ignoring Beau, Five held his gun out threateningly, "One chance. That's all you've got. One chance to tell us exactly what's going on in that lab."

"I... I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients." The man stuttered his way through, "I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market."

"Including eyeballs?"

"Yeah, they're my biggest seller. I mean, they sell like hotcakes. I- I've got a list, a waiting list, probably 20 buyers. So, the serial number I told you... Uh, could've already been bought. Yes, off- off the books."

"We needed that list, Lance. Names and numbers and we need it now!" Five demanded, almost waving the gun around to show he wasn't afraid of using it. Beau simply watched the boy with intrigue, not really caring about the situation at hand or the person they held at gunpoint.

"I don't have it. I mean, not on me. The only copy's in my safe at the lab."

"Well, you start the car, then. Cause we're going on a field trip."

"Okay."

"Now." 

"Okay."

The engine was started and the group was on their way to the factory once again. Beau leaned back fully in the seat, side-eyeing the dog now lying beside him without a care. Definitely not much of a guard dog, it acted much like his fearful owner only this pet had no idea what was going on.

It was a long drive with much of it sat in tense silence as the gun was still out and no one really wanted to make conversation for obvious reasons. The dog slept and Beau stared out the window, catching glances through the windshield mirror from Five who didn't show much emotion due to the severity of the circumstances.

 They arrived a while later, the smell of smoke already reaching Beau as soon as he exited the car. That wasn't good.

Five ran ahead and Beau followed after, eyeing the flames and black smoke surrounding the building in a bleak haze before something inside exploded and pushed the two to the ground painfully, fire singeing their hair and clothes with ash raining down on them.