Sitting atop a rooftop. The man and Xandria watched over Spirit while he lay unconscious. He had been out for roughly four hours which was more than enough time for the two to go around and gather supplies. Primarily first aid supplies, along with food and water. He had been fast to tend to any of the injuries the kid may have sustained from trying to survive

Though thinking about it, it was an absolute miracle that the kid survived as long as he had doing the stupid shit he had done. It was evident from the horde that had been chasing the boy. He had been completely reckless, sacrificing his life with abandon.

If he and the girl hadn't been fighting in the church, the man couldn't even begin to think how lucky the kid was in that moment.

Lifting up his mask just enough he took a swig from a bottle of water, all the fighting he had done had left him rather dehydrated. It was one of the many things he was envious of with the infected. Though he was rather glad in this moment he hadn't needed to finish the girl off.

With the state of the city, and the sheer number of undead he and the girl had taken out, he needed to take the chance to rest, even if it were for a little bit. He wasn't looking forward to having to take out anymore hordes of undead. They needed to play it smart, especially if they wanted to get the kid out of here alive.

He hated the fact that he couldn't communicate with her though, though they did eventually get a basis for rather simple communication. Which was primarily a form of them pointing to things and either shaking their heads or nodding. Though given that, some communication was better than none. So he was grateful they could at least have that much communication.

Pulling out his phone the man dialed up a number before placing it against his ear listening to the dial tone before someone soon picked up on the other side.

"Operator. Code?"

"Putting the hell in hello" The man spoke leaning against a wall as he looked out across the city.

"What is it that you need Damian?" His operator spoke in a tone that wasn't really too thrilled with him calling. Given that it was most likely three in the morning back in the states, so he couldn't blame her for being peeved.

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Counting to three in his head. Damian took a moment to quickly formulate his thoughts before clearing his throat to ask his question.

"I need to know just who requested me for this job. There are other parties involved in this, need to know what I am getting myself into here." Damian questioned, now that he had the time to dig into this hoping to get any useful information from any of it.

What he heard next. Frustrated him to no end, granted this was a no questions asked contract. He needed to know what in the hell was going on here.

"Not a liberty to tell you that Damian, your job is to get the target and get him to exfil. Then get paid. Remember this is a no questions asked contract. Just do your job and move on with life got it?"

Sensing the aggravation that she felt. Damian knew better than to keep prying, but he just needed to know, needed to know something.

"Can I at least get the name of who I am supposed to Exfil the kid to? I can't do my job if I can't even get those details? What do I do just take him home with me back to the states without a fucking passport?" He questioned looking back to spirit with a slight look of concern in his eyes. One that couldn't be seen, not unless he were to be unmasked.

There was a moment of silence as the operator debating on what she should do until there was a long sigh drawn out from the other side of the line.

"You aren't going to like the name I am about to tell you." His operator finally spoke in response.

"Just tell me I'll deal with those emotions on my own time."

"The name on the file you are supposed to bring him to...all the way to the Hejaz Range....your contact is the second horseman."

The moment he heard those words he pulled the phone away from his ear before ending the call letting out a breath in hopes of calming himself down, even if it didn't work at all. As long as he was making the attempt things were going to work out well. For no one at all.

"You have to be fucking kidding me...of all the situations to get myself involved with.." Damian muttered to himself under his breath looking to the kid taking in the sight of just how ragged he looked. If he was connected to that organization the kid sure didn't know it.

Which begged him to question, if the girl had been sent to also retrieve the kid. Just who sent her? If he wanted that answer he was going to either wait for the kid to wake up and act as a translator, or go along with bringing him to where she needed to bring him.

The latter definitely sounded like the better option given the circumstances, it would also prevent the kid from learning things he didn't need to know. At least not yet.

Though it did beg to question. Just how did the kids father have a connection to an infected?