John had a stake out at the location that was mentioned in the video. His name was rang in his ears, over and over, and over, and over, and over, all from the voice of a younger version of himself. They got the wrong person and for that, the family was paying for it. They were dropping off a disk that he had sent to them -- with help from Sam regarding pinning down where they lived -- from afar and a pad that read his plan. They went along with it, told the authorities the plan in a different wording without mentioning John Grimm, all for the sake of their son. It helped that David was a very good friend of the police chief.

John looked toward his side, visualizing his companion, his former companion, one who he had worked with for over thirty years solving crime and saving lives that spanned what felt like entire centuries watching the rise of xenophobia after first contact and the marching on of technology. It was a big moment for them all to see recordings of the first encounter, the first hand shake, all surfacing on the web, the shock, it was all so stunning that a pointy eared humanoid with slanted eyebrows and robes that belonged to a monk departed a spacecraft made on another world.

He missed that little android; it was a shame that they had to part under strenuous circumstances with John's secret known to the android. John left to protect himself and Dorian, someone who's memories were spared, someone capable of saving his memories in the most ingenious ways there were, something that was a silver lining in the end of their thirty year partnership. It was the bitter good-bye to someone that John loved and the end of the longest relationship since Olduvai with someone who had every chance of meeting him again in the distant future and still hadn't.

"I hope you know I am joking."

"Recently recently installed with a specialized system that allows me to digest; it was a dare."

"For a limited time you can have it."

"So it makes all the point to have noodles."

"Buddy, I don't know if your special digestive system can take noodles."

"It can." His android friend slurped up the noodles with the chop sticks as his guide. "It can."

John laughed, his figure shaking, recalling how his partner needed to go into operation to remove the sensitive material after blowing it up and breaking down after the unexpected system error. His laughter ceased as he wiped off the tears. John relaxed, fondly smiling, looking back at the repaired android waking up and smiling at him as though Dorian hadn't made the mistake. It was as though nothing was wrong, until remembering why he was back on the activation table and the digestive system program had major modifications to ensure other DRN models didn't try it.

Days like these made John wish that Dorian still existed in his orbit and be dispatched to be Leonard's bodyguard after the predicament was over. He saw one of the goons drive up, get out of the hover car, then retrieve the disk that the McCoys had left out and returned to the vehicle. It was about time that everything came into place and action came down his path. John drove after the vehicle under the cloak of night as the rain pit patted against the hover car going slowly and far enough to be discreet with three centuries worth of experience. He parked the hover car along the sidewalk then waited for the goons to depart.

He exited his car, silently, closing the door with care taking out a long phaser rifle that was strapped along his shoulder. It was going to be relatively easy doing the extraction, shooting at the hearts and just a easy bloodless carnage that was all it was going to be. He took out his comn then dialed the number of the McCoys and waited for them to reply.

"Hello, who is this?"

They were tracking the number, the nearest police station was thirty-five minutes away, he held the line for five minutes.

"Leonard? Leonard? Is that you? Leonard! Leonard!"

John ended the call then discarded the burner comn to the ground and walked off. Phaser rifle echoed in the building, little words, using people for body shields with the light highlighting the interior in a bright red light. Not loud bangs that belonged to guns but a electronic noise that buzzed in the air. John didn't find the woman who was the lead of the abduction operation and left Leonard to be found. Lucky for him, Leonard slept through it.