Warehouse Seven

[bent_on_revenge]

*patiently waits in the darkness of the warehouse where Zephyr had spent more than half of his existence, leaning against an old workbench, waiting for his creation to return home for the night*

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[shadow_of_tkr]

Zephyr heads back toward the warehouse for the night, immediately picking up on someone's presence on the inside. He stops, analyzing the presence. He quickly recognizes it, but can't place any identification on it. Cautiously, he continues forward and into the warehouse.

[bent_on_revenge]

*narrows his eyes as he watches the truck come inside, gripping the crowbar tightly in his hand*

[shadow_of_tkr]

Afraid to scan, he flips on his headlights, and the twin beams immediately light up the tan, calm face of the man he never wanted to see again. His insides turn cold, and his scanners go online, only to find himself alone for miles.

His worst nightmare.

A faint whisper of horror; "Brian..."

[bent_on_revenge]

*smiles pleasantly* Now, now... that's no way to greet your creator after so many years apart. Your father, in essence.