Chapter 4
Peter arrived back at his house and was greeted by one of his . . . acquaintances, Remy LeBeau. "You came back late tonight. Been fraternizing with the enemy again have you?" He asked as he followed Peter to his room. "You get too close to her and the boss'll have your head," he shuffled a deck of playing cards in his black gloved hands. Peter wasn't listening however, as he was busy setting up his easel and standing his drawing pad on it. Remy walked closer as Peter began to draw. "You're the right guy for this job Peter, but then again, you ain't." Peter's anger started to rise.
"Get out." Peter said quietly, never taking his eyes off his pad.
"You know its true--"
"Get out!" He said even louder and transformed his muscular body into cold organic metal, taking his drawing pad and launching it at Remy on his way out. After Peter's temper went down he transformed back and went over to his desk and pulled out a small photograph. The picture consisted of a middle aged couple and a little blond girl, in front of a small farm. Possibly his family he had talked about with Kitty. He neatly laid the picture back into its drawer and decided to get back to his drawing pad.