While under his car, fixing the engines of the vehicle, David heard footsteps walking over to him, which caused him to groan, internally, from complete annoyance. He rolled out from under the engine, before sitting up to see Michael, crouching down in front of him, with a big smile on his face. David rolled his eyes, before standing up and walking over to the toolbox. Michael straightened up as well, before turning to him, with the same smile on his face.

“If you don’t wipe that infuriating smirk off your face, I’m going to put a bullet through your head,” David warned, as he grabbed a greasy rug from the box, before wiping his hands.

“I heard you flew to Washington.” David raised an eyebrow, as he turned to Michael. “I told you, we’ve been watching you.” David crossed his arms, as Michael noticed the well-toned biceps. “No one died in D.C. that day.” Michael smiled at him. “Not even an accidental death or suicide.”

“If you want, I can kill you in Washington.” David offered.

Michael sighed, with a calm look on his face. “The offer still stands, David—“

David suddenly flew over to him, grabbing Michael’s collar. “Do not call me that.” He growled. “Never call me that.”

Michael slowly gave a nod, as he showed no fear from the threatening words and the violent action. “Okay.” He said, with composure. David slowly released him, before turning back to the toolbox. There was a gun inside the box, where the rug covered it. “But we really can help you.” Michael continued. “We can help you.” David stared at the gun in the box. “You’re not the only one in those experiments.” David froze from the statement. “Our researchers found evidence of the program.” Michael carefully walked around him, as he stopped in front of the man, who was staring at the box. “There were twenty of you. Fifteen are dead.” David glanced at Michael. “We’re locating the rest when we came across your file.” David raised an eyebrow. “You did a great job disappearing, but everyone has a footprint.”

David sighed, closing his eyes in defeat of the circumstances delivered to him by the man. “What do you want from me?” he asked, feeling exhausted.

“We want to make things right.” Michael softened his gaze. “What happened in that facility was inhumane and unjustified, that’s why we want to help you.”

“Why?” David frowned, lightly. “What do you have to gain in helping people like me?”

Michael smiled at him. “That’s what we do.” He stated. “We help people.”

“How are you supposed to help me?” David placed his hands on the toolbox, as he leaned. “What happened in that facility already happened,” he said, as he stared at Michael. “You were twenty-four years too late.” David started walking back towards the car.

“We fear that they’re starting another Nighthowlers Program.” David stopped. “That’s why they’re killing off the others from before.” Michael looked down, as he saw the gun in the toolbox. He realized that David does not intend to kill him if he left the weapon. “You weren’t the only one who escaped.”

“You certainly are relentless.” David took a deep breath, calming himself, before turning to Michael. “Even if I were to help you, I don’t remember anything about that program.”

“Then at least help us make things right.” David stared at him as if he was pondering on his next move. He glanced at the toolbox, from where Michael noticed before he turned back to the man. Michael gave him one last smile, before walking back. “You know where we are.” He said, before walking out of the warehouse.

David watched him as he disappeared from the garage, as he sighed, looking down on the floor. He shook his head, before turning to the car he was repairing. He heard his phone chime, as he knew it was from another client, but the feeling came back with the thought of killing someone with a family, or someone he could deem innocent.