"You have no idea how hard this was to set up. You really need to go," Kaito pushed the boy, but the kid planted his heels and stubbornly refused to let Kaito move him further.
Kaito huffed, grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him towards the hole in the fence. The boy struggled, fist smacking into Kaito's leg but Kaito wasn't going to let this opportunity go.
"We've only got a five minute window to work with here. We couldn't stall anyone longer than that," Kaito said, looking back at the building he'd squeezed both of them through. "And I get that I'm not looking super trustworthy right now, especially considering the language barrier, but I really need you to leave."
The kid kicked at him, and Kaito bit back a yelp, because if they were caught, they were both dead.
He scooped the kid up over his shoulder, holding those powerful legs tight to his chest and ignoring the fists smacking into his back. He ran for the treeline, hoping to get enough of a false trail planted that he could double back by himself and throw off the following search. And Jii was supposed to be waiting somewhere near the tunnels to take his little guest away.
"You're going to thank me someday for this. Kids like you shouldn't be caught up in this bullshit. Immortality." Kaito scoffed and picked up his pace. "I know I can't get everyone out, not right now, but I can get you out of here so you're going."
The boy stopped struggling so much, which was good, and Kaito really hoped the dark figure in the shadow of the tunnel was Jii and not one of the Organization waiting for him.
"Young master, we must hurry!" Jii, thankfully, said.
"I know that, but unless you can actually speak whatever language this kid does, he doesn't know that." Kaito jostled the boy over his shoulder just to be contrary, smiling a little as the kid hit him hard in the spine.
"This is a short window. Hand him over here." Jii reached over, but the kid started babbling again, and Kaito guessed Jii did speak his language because he stopped and paled beyond white.
"Young master! You did not say this was Vermouth's child!"
"He isn't! I don't think!" Kaito raked back over the past few days, and sure, the kid was always lingering around Vermouth, but that was because she was levelheaded and unlikely to lash out with murder, unlike Snake, who kept Kaito on his toes. And who would want to claim association to her?And why would she bring her kid to their death camp?
"He's a plant! Like you! But for the Americans!" Jii raked a hand through the air, like he was wiping the plan off the table. "Take him back!"
"Take the eight year old back to the Cult of Immortality who will likely use him as a test subject?! Jii!"
"He's twenty!" Jii jabbed a finger at the kid, who kept babbling in English, which, Kaito knew like 10 languages, and English was a bullshit Franken-language, so why not.
Kaito hissed out a breath, reaching back to hold the kid in the air between them. He looked very unimpressed with Kaito.
"Parlez-vous français?"
The kid nodded.
Great.
"We'll figure it out on the way back, I guess," Kaito said, tucking the kid under his arm like a bag and running back to the base.
