The frail old man walked down the street, balloons in one hand and a tranquilizer gun in the other. That damned lemur always managed to make off with his supplies, he knew the rabid beast loved these colorful balloons and he could take him out with Sterling's extra gun. Woodhouse stopped walking, looked around and realized he didn't realize where he was. He turned around slowly and looked at the group of men running towards him, they were dressed in masks and holding something bundled up and tossed over his shoulder.
"Bloody hell! It's Sterling, he's going to make me…" Woodhouse gagged and tried not to envision the amount of cobwebs that would be inside the bowl. Woodhouse shot the man he assumed was Sterling archer and the four men behind him. The black bundle coughed and then cried, he walked over towards it slowly, tucked the gun in his waistband, he peeled black the thick black covering and saw a young boy, he couldn't have been much older than seven.
"Grandpapa?!" The boy said, he has thick curly brown hair and light green eyes. His eyes were brimming with tears but he stopped when he saw the balloons.
"What' is your name little boy?"
"Steven Byron Smith."
"What a lovely name, where is your mother or father?"
"He left… then they came… balloon!" He called out and reached for it woodhouse handed him one and grabbed his other hand. The phone on the men rang and Woodhouse picked it up.
"This is CIA Officer Slater, bring back my-"
"Slater? You don't work Sterling Archer by chance?" Woodhouse asked.
"If Archer has anything to do with-" Slater started, he was very angry and Woodhouse didn't know what he would do if he found him with his recently kidnapped son.
"No, I'm his… uh… personal butler-"
"Oh the old pushover, why do you have my son?"
"I shot the men who had him while looking for a lemur, can you come pick us up. I'm afraid I'm very lost." Woodhouse said while looking around, a black CIA van pulled up beside them and Slater stood there. "Bloody hell, that was quick."
"Hey, you need a break from that douchebag Archer, don't you?" Slater asked, Woodhouse looked around before nodding his head. "This kid isn't mine, I'm holding him while reservations are made for him and I need someone to take care of him and you look like his grandfather that had recently been killed."
"Oh, for how long?"
"Three months."