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Aug. 15th, 2012 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
little_trovenThe shift leader turns his hat around nervously as he talks to Mr. Ryan trying to explain what happened to the factory. No one really knows. The place is up in flames, a great deal of people are dead, even more are hurt. The foreman of the factory is one of the ones dead, the man is telling Andrew. He went back into the fire to rescue people, including his older son. At that he flicks a nervous glance over at one of the fire trucks where a small boy is sitting, a blanket around his shoulders, kicking his feet idly watching everything going on.
"That's the younger one, there, sir," the shift leader says, still spinning his hat around. "He was playing in Mr. Troven's office when everything went down. I don't think anyone's told him what's happened yet."
The boy is the same one who scammed Mr. Ryan out of some money a few weeks ago by being annoying and following him around until he got paid to go away. When he sees Mr. Ryan he gives a short wave, still kicking his feet.
"That's the younger one, there, sir," the shift leader says, still spinning his hat around. "He was playing in Mr. Troven's office when everything went down. I don't think anyone's told him what's happened yet."
The boy is the same one who scammed Mr. Ryan out of some money a few weeks ago by being annoying and following him around until he got paid to go away. When he sees Mr. Ryan he gives a short wave, still kicking his feet.
