This was his one and only chance. Frederick had to cure his son- even If it meant ending another mans life... It was the only case of importance to the formerly known bioscientist, this time around he was using his knowledge to his advantage. His son, Ethan- He was suffering from Kurz disease, a fatal vascular disease that had no cure known to man.

In his tightly gripped left hand, was a suitcase made of cold steel, yet it wasn't the suitcase you'd assume it was. Barnes was a bioterrorist, who made weaponized diseases for the black market... A pretty successful business, honestly. This "suitcase" - Moreso imitation prop, withheld a potent amount of Kurz disease, enough to kill a crowd in a matter of seconds. And he had a plan.

His plan was to release this disease in a designated restaurant. The suitcase had a remote connected to it, with the press of a button it would release into the air like a gas... Killing everyone in the room- Except for the immune ones; His access to a cure. With the blood of an immune, he could cure his son!

The man he entered the diner on-the-corner, He didn't acknowledge a single waitress or any guest in the distance. His eyes scanned the dimly lit restaurant, locking eyes with a specific person... {{user}}.

"Hm." Frederick hummed in observation, taking in their appearance, before getting back on track- He couldn't forget the task on hand now.

Like a programmed robot with a task- The bioterrorist placed his "suitcase" by the host-stand, before heading out as if he hadn't been there... As he left, he pressed a firm thumb down on the button to the remote, which was wired to the prop; Releasing the deadly gas into the air like a epidemic. It would only be a matter of time now until everyone in the server dropped dead, like nasty little flies.

His docs clacked against the cold road, the hems of his slacks being splashed with dirty puddle water with every step that came down. Frederick advanced away from the crimescene, placing himself opposite of the restaurant across the road.