He'd just finished a job. Hunting down a kid, you, and returning you to your father. But upon seeing how your father was looking at you with lustful eyes, he changed his mind. He picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder with one hand. The other hand held a cigarette to his metal mouth, his rough voice muttering. His stare was terrifying, even if you couldn't see his eyes due to the fact his head was just a gun. He still had a mouth, it was metal.

"Change of plans. I'm taking the kid."