Thomas was worried. Officer Lux had lend him his police car, so that he could drive right home and look for Sean there. Thomas realized that what Lux did could actually get him fired, but he was too worried about his son to think about the consequences there might be for the officer, for lending out an official police car. Right now, Thomas was more focused on the whereabouts of his son, who clearly hadn't come home yet. He'd even been waiting for a while. It didn't seem like Sean to just roam around town. Also, Lux may not have said anything directly, but the way he had behaved told Thomas that something big was going no, so he wasn't inclined to sit around and wait. He decided to have a look around town – hopefully nothing had happened to his son.

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Lux had to think fast. The kidnapper had run into Princton Square, the sub-urban equivalent to a maze, with the helpless Sean. If only he hadn't given his car to Bowman, he could have circled the area. Now he had to somehow figure out which route this stranger would take, but how? Lux was new to the town, so how could he possibly know? He felt himself slightly panicking. How should he handle the situation..?

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

"What is it, son?"

"That kid, Billy... He took my money and ran off!"

"I see... Well, instead of depending on me to fix it, how about you do so yourself?"

"But... How?"

"See if you can't find the money and take it back. Do you remember what we talked about when you need to catch a criminal?"

"Yes... First we need to find him, then figure out how to catch him."

"... And the first step to that, is asking ourselves what we know about them!"

… Lux remembered what his grandfather had taught him. The first step is always to ask oneself what one knows about the criminal and then follow that. Even the slightest clue about a suspect could lead an investigation on. Be it a smell, a quirk, a piece of trash, a complex or a physical attribute. But Lux was under pressure and didn't have time to play investigation! He had to find Sean and he had to do so now! And he didn't know squat about the criminal.

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The mysterious man kept running his planned route, without looking back. He never understood why fleeing people looked back. All it ever does is slow them down. As for himself, he knew that a quick glance would slow him down approximately 1.3 seconds. And that's not including the extra burden of carrying a kid. Besides, there's no way that cop would've been able to follow him. Just to be on the safe side though, the man had planned on emerging towards the south and moving towards the big construction site. Not only was his base of operations there, but it was very secluded, with ample hiding spots. After running his planned route through this district, the cop should be confused and lost. As he made his way toward the southern exit, he couldn't help but praise himself, just for a second.

He came out where he was supposed to and made his way across the street to the construction site. Everything was going according to plan! At long last, he had the kid and things finally seemed to be working out. Then the mysterious man heard a loud bang, the distinct sound of a pistol firing, and then felt a searing pain from somewhere near his ankle. He had been shot, he determined. He knew exactly what to do.

First it is important to keep calm and analyze the situation. He couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the wound, but he knew it was shallow. Could he walk? Yes. Run? Probably. What did it tell him about the cop? He might be a bad shot, or unwilling to use his gun under even these circumstances. Either way, it means he is either poorly trained or that his compassion clouds his judgment. He'll be easy to beat in a physical confrontation, should it come to that.

As the man quickly analyzed the situation, the cop moved closer at an alarming rate. The course of action was now decided. As the cop stood above him, with a gun pointed towards his head, telling him to lie still on the ground, the man quickly grabbed a knife out of his boot. He used the knife to cut the cop's gun hand and then he grabbed the gun, turning it on it's bedazzled owner.

The cop started talking to him:

"Calm down. We can work this out... What's your name?"

The mysterious man wasn't stupid enough to hand out such delicate information. Besides, he had long thrown off his former identity – and his name with it. Now he was someone else entirely.

"Hand over the gun and the kid, and we'll talk about it, okay?"

Ha! Like he'd hand over the kid, after all he'd been thro... The kid! He had made a crucial mistake! He had taken his eyes off the prize. An error he came to regret no more than a moment after he realized it. The kid had woken up and kicked him right in the newly acquired ankle wound, causing him to fall to his knee. The cop saw this as an opportunity and attempted to wrangle back his gun.

The man figured that ther was no way to win this. Safest scenario? Discard gun! The man then threw his most devious head butt at the cop as a distraction, as he tossed the gun as far away as he could, turned tail and ran through the construction site at an alarming speed. The cop didn't seem to be following him. He was relieved. Although he knew that it wasn't the last he had seen of that guy.

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It was really late. About 9 pm. Olivia Gretchen, or "the Grinch" as she knew the children called her, had made of habit of staying at school until this time. There was simply no reason to go home, after her husband had left her. She didn't enjoy watching TV, nor did she have any hobbies. All she could do was wait until the next day and pour her energy into teaching, whether the kids wanted to be taught or not.

As she was packing up, she noticed the Sean Bowman's cellular nightmare of a phone was still on her desk. Then her mind began to wonder. Who was he calling? Maybe there was another kid wit a cell phone in school, and they were calling each other! She decided to look through the phone logs and call the same number her pupil had. As she searched the phone for its logs, she smiled at the thought of setting that Bowman kid straight! Always undermining her authority and education!

After a short amount of searching she found the logs and with great eagerness chose the latest entry, moving her fat thumb to the call-button, pressing it down with an almost malevolent grin. The grin however, soon turned to a nervous one. She immediately turned around, when she heard the sound of another phone ringing, right behind her.

She turned around, her eyes ripe with terror as her eyes met the unexpected visitor.

"You... You... What are you..." she uttered, as her very last words. Then, her light was extinguished.