Silas and his family had taken up residence in a dilapidated motel for now, but the youth didn’t mind so much. What with it being right in the city and all, he was free to explore at any time. And although he and Heath weren’t quite outside the Russian family’s proclaimed base, Silas still wanted this guy to head in another direction. So when he gestured towards the store front, Silas turned his icy gaze on the window. How he had yet to notice the flag before now, he did not know. But instantly, a beaming grin lit up the boy’s features. "Russia!" He turned back to Heath, beckoning him with a wave of his hand. Silas then turned and made his way towards the store, eager to have a look around inside.
He stopped with a palm resting on the front door, turning back to see if Heath would follow. If he could get him inside the store, then all would be remedied. Silas would have done his job to lead him away from his family’s home. "Come," he told him as he pushed the door open and took the first step inside.
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