"Jonah, Michael, age 43, height 5'9", hair brunette, eyes green. CEO to Algam Industries Co. Pioneer to genetic modification technology. This dude here is your classic evil villain. He's got a lot of influence on our world and a lot of money to put us all in the ground. It's like if Tony Stark and Wilson Fisk had a baby. That's this guy." Jon arched an eyebrow at Richard. "Did you just do a Marvel comparison?" Richard grinned. "I'm not sorry." Elaine tried not to chuckle. "Boys, focus. How do we get evidence linking him to the W Series?" Richard chuckled nervously. "That's the million dollar question, isn't it? I couldn't tell you. His record is suspiciously clean. Not even a DWI as a teenager." Jon hummed. "Safe to say this is a classic case of the Oliver Queen." Richard grinned. "DC, niiiice." "Can we stop with the hero talk and use normal words?" Elaine requested. "One, Oliver Queen is a vigilante. Two, he's saying that it's possible his family is powerful enough to pay off the po

Wild took in every sight and every sound with curious intrigue. His second time on a car ride and his first time actually seeing everything, he kinda held like a kid in a candy store. He looked like one too, with his face pressed up against the glass as he took in everything that he'd read in books and seen on cartoons but hardly ever saw himself. Jon was confused at first, but remembering the kids' orgins... it made sense that he was so excited about things people like Jon took advantage of every single day. Elaine said to him once that none of the hybrids had seen the light of day before. It made him wonder how they got the essential vitamins and minerals that one got when outside. Jon wanted to ask, but he didn't want to ruin the moment for Wild. Perhaps at a later time...They stopped at a Kwik Trip. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Jon left Wild in the car, moving to the back to refuel the car. Wild immediately recoiled at the disgusting scent of gasoline and covered his nose wit

It had grown dark again as they stopped at a hotel for the night. They, naturally, were going to be sleeping in the car again while Michael Jonah slept blissfully unaware of them inside the hotel. "It's getting very cramped in here..." Wild sighed as he crawled into the back, trying to keep his lower half from going numb sitting in the car as long as he had been. "I'm sure... you haven't exactly gotten to get out since we started. Wanna, I don't know, take a walk or something?" Jon offered. "I thought I couldn't be seen?" Wild twisted around, hearing his back pop a good many times. "You can't be seen by Jonah. It's dark, Wild, very few people are awake at this time of night." Jon pointed out. "Besides, you need it. You'll cramp up if you don't, and that hurts a lot. Trust me." Wild sighed and popped the back door open. "Let's go take a walk then." He tucked his tail uncomfortably into his jeans, so he looked a little less like a freak. He couldn't cover up his paws, but otherwise, he

Jon had to talk to the cops. Wild did a bit of taking as well, only to confirm that Jon was helping him rather than hurting him. After that, he got to see the other hybrid. The puma girl was still asleep, out due to sedatives. He swore he could still smell it in her system. He took the time to examine her more, beyond the feline features the puma DNA had given her. He could see small scars and scratches, maybe from herself, maybe from another hybrid. He knew how hard it was to get used to claws. He wondered what was next for her. Would she go home too? Join the cause to save their kind? "Idaho man, they are really something." Jon sighed as he came in. At this point in time, Wild was simply staring out the window, watching the cars on the highway zoom by. His ear twitched, though, signifying that he was, in fact, listening to Jon. "What's next? When she gets out?" Wild asked, shifting in his spot to look at the detective. "Technically, that's up to her and Elaine. I did call her about

Wild had never been in a house before. Taking to an airbnb as their temporary housing until Kat got better. Wild... didn't know how to describe the place other than "better." It was so strange to see a real kitchen and a living room and all the rooms told in stories, but now he was there. The couple that was housing them immediately felt bad for the animal boy, seeing how he was and how utterly confused and shocked he was to see it all. Even more so when he could make himself at home here. Home was a concept he'd never understood before. He'd never had it, but to relax on the living room couch and read was nice. He left the room mostly dark besides the lamp behind him as he enjoyed himself I the relative silence to let the adults talk and figure out sleeping arrangements with their hosts. A long-haired, silver weasel-cat hybrid watched him wearily from the dark, making growl like noises on occasion, but Wild couldn't be bothered. He was in the zone now. Nothing could pull him away fro