He really appreciated everything Stephen was doing for him. Letting him work in his home and all.

“I still have some dinner left over, if your interested…” Stephen shouted down. “Dan. If your hurt, would you like some-”

“I’m fine there mom. No thanks mom. No need to change my diaper there… mom.”

“I get the point, fine fine fine.” He threw his hands into the air, turned about, and left, closing the door behind him.

Dan threw his mask across the room, unlatched his armour, and slipped into a robe.

“That damned white suit.” He muttered to himself. Ploof. He dropped into his nice swivel chair, and wheeled himself over to his computer system.

Click clack click clack

He speedily typed away, causing streams of numbers to appear on screen.

“Password verified. Tracking White suit.”

“Should never have made that damned thing.”

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Whirr…. BZZT ….

“GPS system activated. Relaying false information. Loaded false coordinates.”

The white suit landed upon a broken, graveled, road. Readying for repairs.