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The kid stared at Hunter. Hunter stared back. Snart was getting tired of this whole staring thing, and nudged the kid with his foot. "He asked you a question, kid."

It didn't escape him how the boy had flinched at the contact, but he didn't say anything, just waited as the boy swallowed, seemed to weigh his options, and then said, "Connor." Leonard waited for a moment, thinking that the kid-Connor- was going to add a last name, but none was forthcoming. Hunter nodded, stood, and then beckoned the rest of the team in. Connor, clearly uncomfortable at his position of disadvantage on floor, craned his neck to try and see what was happening. When he realized that more people were coming into the room, he stiffened imperceptibly, but Snart could recognize the tiny movements.

As the rest of the team gathered around the boy, staring down at him, Snart realized that the kid must be extremely uncomfortable. He was chained in a way that he couldn't tilt his head up far enough to see them, but he knew they were there. Sighing to himself (was he really the only one with a lick of sense?), he nudged the professor in the side, getting his attention. "Shouldn't we try and get the kid out of the chains first," he drawled, "And then figure out what to do with him?"

Looking surprised, Stein nodded. "You're right, this can't be comfortable for him. Does anyone have a lock pick or something?"

Mick raised his hand, grinning. "I can always blowtorch it," he said. Hunter shook his head decisively, saying, "Too dangerous. Besides, I'm sure there's a key or something around here-"

"I can pick it," Sara announced. "Just give me a hairpin or something." Rolling her eyes, Kendra handed over a bobby pin after pulling it from her hair. Sara crouched down next to Connor, inserting the hairpin into the lock on the chain around his neck first, and then moved to the ones around his wrists. The kid watched her warily the whole time, seeming unable to decide what to think of the entire situation.

Once the chains had fallen to the ground, Sara stood up, backing away from Connor. He stood up slowly, for all appearances a little stiff, but Snart recognized the signs of someone that was unsure if they were going to be hurt or not. He gritted his teeth, ignored both the reason why he knew that and the small, niggling thought in the back of his mind that kept shouting the reasons why the kid was moving that way, and asked the question that he was sure was running through everyone's mind. "Well, what do we do with him?"

Connor's eyes widened as the full import of the situation seemed to hit him, but Snart was focused more on Hunter. The captain's dry British cut through the tension that had appeared in the room. "Well, I suppose we could give him a ride to the nearest British camp. We can't very well leave him here."

Jackson, speaking up for the first time, said, "Or you could just ask him where he's from."

The rest of the crew glanced at each other, sheepishly realizing the reason in this statement. Stein turned to the kid and kindly asked, "Where are your parents? Where did the scientists take you from?"

Snart thought it was a stretch to hope that the kid would actually answer, but he was surprised when Connor opened his mouth and replied, "I don't know."

Hunter sighed and rubbed his face exasperatedly, and then spoke again. "Well, we'll have to just leave him at a friendly town somewhere. We don't have the time to help him."

Snart was surprised that no one else seemed to recognize the flaw in this plan, so he brought it up himself. "We know that Savage wanted him for some reason, right?"

Everyone nodded, but they seemed to remain oblivious to the (rather obvious, Snart thought) flaw. "What's to stop Savage from coming back and finding him again if we just leave him somewhere?"

Comprehension dawned on the other crew members' faces, and Rip clapped his hands together. "Well, it looks like we've gained a passenger, at least for a short time."

He finally turned to Connor, who had been following the conversation, but the red-haired kid seemed confused. "You're going to come with us. We can keep you safe. Understand?"

Snart watched as the kid's eyes widened, and knew what was going to happen a moment before it actually did. The kid spun on his heel and bolted for the door. Snart, as the closest to the door and the kid, at the moment, reached out and grabbed the back of the kid's shirt. He hauled him backwards, grabbing his upper arm with a firm hand. Connor immediately started fighting him, struggling as if he was being threatened with death, but Snart grabbed his other arm as well, and pulled both behind the kid, pulling him off balance. This didn't stop him from struggling, however, and when Rip tried to talk to him, he merely snarled (really, the kid seemed almost feral), and seemed beyond all reason. Rolling his eyes, Snart nodded at Mick, trusting the pyromaniac to see what he wanted. Sure enough, Mick turned from where he was standing right beside Snart, and gave the kid a solid punch to the face, immediately knocking him unconscious.

The entire group fell silent immediately, until the quiet was broken by the sound of slow clapping. It came from Rip, who grinned bitterly as everyone looked at him. "Oh, well done, you two. Now, not only will Connor wake up in some strange place in the hands of people he doesn't know, the last thing he's going to remember will be being punched!"

Snart rolled his eyes and replied, "Well, I didn't see anyone else coming up with a better idea. Now, are we going to stand here arguing, or are we actually going to do anything?"

Everyone saw the truth in the statement, and (with much grumbling) began the short walk back through the facility to the woods where they had left their ship, with Connor slung in a fireman's carry over Mick's shoulders.

Once they had reached the ship, Mick took the kid to the holding cells on the ship, everyone having decided that was the best place for them to leave him until he woke up.