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Noah Bennet wasn't like many other men.
Namely, most other men didn't see the cold weather and the new variety of mammalia as an opportunity to go out hunting, only to see that his skills weren't about to vanish in a cloud of smoke, just when he would need them. The new animals wandering out there also proved useful in another way. This business with Claire and that disturbing F girl was becoming more and more ambiguous in his point of view and he wouldn't stand to see Claire hurt. Watching her defend someone who stole a baby for no positive end in mind was the beginning of a slippery moral slope that Bennet didn't want to see Claire go down.
The hunting was a way, Bennet reasoned, to get out whatever lingering harmful feelings he currently had in the way of taking matters into his own hands. Just one bullet, really. He wouldn't miss.
This was not Odessa or New York and it was not Moscow. People couldn't disappear here the way he could back home and vanishing into the night was not an option with Claire and Eden to look after. The Company's teachings had no place. He would have to come up with his own solution.
For the moment, however, he was wandering outdoors under the pretense of a casual, regular walk.
A walk that involved a loaded pistol inside his fur-lined jacket.
Namely, most other men didn't see the cold weather and the new variety of mammalia as an opportunity to go out hunting, only to see that his skills weren't about to vanish in a cloud of smoke, just when he would need them. The new animals wandering out there also proved useful in another way. This business with Claire and that disturbing F girl was becoming more and more ambiguous in his point of view and he wouldn't stand to see Claire hurt. Watching her defend someone who stole a baby for no positive end in mind was the beginning of a slippery moral slope that Bennet didn't want to see Claire go down.
The hunting was a way, Bennet reasoned, to get out whatever lingering harmful feelings he currently had in the way of taking matters into his own hands. Just one bullet, really. He wouldn't miss.
This was not Odessa or New York and it was not Moscow. People couldn't disappear here the way he could back home and vanishing into the night was not an option with Claire and Eden to look after. The Company's teachings had no place. He would have to come up with his own solution.
For the moment, however, he was wandering outdoors under the pretense of a casual, regular walk.
A walk that involved a loaded pistol inside his fur-lined jacket.