Sure enough by the time Ratchet and Tristian started moving the hay out Arra was asleep. Chuckling darkly once Tristian found hum he smirked, "Looks like we got a stow away…" His smirk grew moving round the kid rillig him over. " A youngin too…freash meat…" He said while watching the boy. "Ten to thirteen I'd say…"

"Should we burn him up sir?" Ratchet asked. Trisitan shook his head thinking.

"No gag and tie him…where taking him with us…" Hevsaid darkly.

"Right sir but…why?" His man asked.

"Because Im bored Ratchet now go before you get a bullet in your skull!" He said as Ratchet scampered of to get ropes. Tristian sighed. "Because he looks like Nicoli…" Trisian said frowning as he felt himself gettig sentimental and insantly hate gre. He growled kicked the kid in the ribs. "Wake up!"