It was midday and Dane went downtown with Train and Cassie to eat. Stopping at a Vietnamese pho restaurant, the three were seated at a table near the back of the restaurant.

"I'm going to use the restroom," Cassie said.

Once she was gone, Dane removed his phone and messaged Mr. Camo.

"Bro, I'm telling you should put a password on that thing. It'd be terrible if it were to fall into the wrong hands."

"All good, we're speaking in code. See, I said, 'We arrived at the pizza parlour, we're looking at the menu to see what toppings are available. I'll let you know if they have the kind that everybody likes'."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"See, that's the point."

"How do you expect Mr. Camo to know what you're talking about?" Train asked.

"I'm not sure, we're about to find out."

"That's not how codes work. You both need the key to unlock the code."

"Mr. Camo just responded, he said, "Let me know what you decide to order. See, he's a hacker, he gets the gist of what I'm saying."

"Alright, but we may want communicate more complex information and that pizza code may not be able to convey all the information effectively."

"You guys know what you want?" Cassie asked, returning from the restroom.

"I think so," Dane said. "I'm going to get the vegetarian pho with a vegetarian spring roll. I wonder if I can get it with avocado."

"Vietnamese places usually don't have avocados," Train said.

"Some do. You just have to ask for it."

"Does she have a name for the kid yet?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know. Her name is Athena, which is Greek, so I think she wants some kind of Greek name to honour her heritage."

"Like Stephanos?" Train said. "Or Danopolous? What kind of name is Dane anyway? What is that, Dutch?"

"The Great Dane dog breed is German," Cassie said.

"Were you named after a dog?" Train said, laughing.

"You of all people shouldn't be talking about people's names, huh?" Dane snapped back. "Were you named after... a train?"

"Good one. That was one of your best ones."

The soups arrived, which seemed to silence everyone for a few minutes. Dane slurped up the soup broth with one hand while stuffing his mouth with a spring roll with the next.

"Hungry?" Cassie commented.

"I haven't eaten good food in a while... besides that lovely lasagna you made."

After finishing their meals, the trio left the restaurant and headed toward the nearest subway station, which was on the next block. There was one more stop that Train insisted on while they were in the city. In fact, it was one of the main reasons he had come on this trip.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dane asked.

"This is something I have to do."

"Going to a neighbourhood is one thing, but a school? That has a whole other set of problems."

"I'm the boy's father. Trust me, it'll be fine."

The three exited the station and walked up to the school grounds where Train's son attended. There wasn't really much of a plan, Train just wanted to see his son and let him know that he loved him and that he was alright. A boy growing up without his father was hard enough, and Train didn't want to exacerbate the situation by having his son think he had abandoned him.

"Good afternoon, how can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Caleb Cole," Train said. "I'm his father."

"One moment please, Mr. Cole."

"So you're last name is Cole, huh?" Dane said. "Care to tell me you first name?"

"Wait, you don't know each other's real names yet?" Cassie asked. "I thought you guys were friends."

"I thought so too," Dane remarked. "I told him my real name."

Train remained silent.

"Okay then."

Train looked down the hall and saw the receptionist talking to a security guard. It was obvious they were talking about Train. After a brief exchange, they both turned and looked at Train. The security guard then spoke into his communication device.

"Something's not right," Train said.

"What's wrong?"

"Why is she talking to security?"

"Maybe they don't see a lot of giant men walk into their office with a scrawny dude and a stripper. We don't exactly look like we're on the PTA committee."

"Do I look like a stripper?" Cassie asked, looking at her outfit.

"You look lovely, darling."

"Maybe we should go," Train suggested.

"Yeah, that won't look sketchy at all," Dane said sarcastically.

"Okay, I have another plan," Train said, leaning over the receptionist desk and picking up the intercom receiver. "Caleb Cole, please come to the principal's office immediately. Caleb Cole to the principal's office."

"Subtle," Dane said.

"No one is going to keep me from seeing my son."

Peering into the hall, Train no longer saw the receptionist or the security guard so he decided to leave.

"Where are you going?" Dane asked.

"To see my son."

"But you literally just paged him to come here. You're acting like a weirdo right now."

"They're trying to prevent me from seeing my son."

"Nobody is trying to prevent you from seeing your son. Let's just hang out here like normal people and quit being so paranoid."

Leaving the office area, the three remained together and made their way down one of the halls.

"Caleb!" Train shouted. "Caleb Cole. It's your dad."

"Train, what are you doing?" Dane said. "I don't even know you right now. You're being a crazy person."

"Caleb!" Train said, marching down the hall and ignoring Dane.

Just as they rounded the corner, Train saw two security guards stationed outside of a classroom. His intuition told him that was where his son was.

"Mr. Cole," one of the guards said. "We're going to have to ask you to leave the school grounds please."

"Not until I see my son," Train demanded, walking closer.

"Mr. Cole, please, we're asking you nicely."

Train didn't stop, which made the guards feel threatened. They quickly withdrew their weapons. Train stopped about ten feet away and raised his hands in the air.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," he said. "I just want to see my son."

By now, they had caused quite the commotion as students and teachers were pressed up against the windows of their doors, peering into the hall. Just then, the door to Caleb's class opened and Caleb entered the hallway.

"Dad!" Caleb said, running into his father's open arms.

"Caleb! I missed you so much," he said, hugging his son. Tears immediately began to flow as he didn't think he would ever see his son again.

The guards lowered their weapons and watched with caution. They weren't too sure how to respond, but were put at ease when Caleb ran to his father willingly.

"Where have you been?" Caleb asked.

"It's a long story, son. I just wanted to come see you and let you know that I love you and am very proud of you. You take care of your mum, okay?"

"Are you going away again?"

"No, I'll never leave you. Know that. I love you so much. I would never leave you, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mr. Cole, I hate to breakup this family reunion, but I thought I should let you know the police have been called and are on their way."

"What? Why did you call the police?" Train asked.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Everything's okay, son. It's just a little misunderstanding. C'mon, let's go."

"Excuse me, Mr. Cole, we can't let you leave with that student."

"What are you talking about? Of course I can, he's my son."

"Sorry, school policy."

"To hell with your school policy. I haven't seen my son in a very long time and I'm taking him out for pancakes."

Train and his son began to walk down the hall toward the exit. Dane and Cassie followed behind. They reached the front door just as four uniformed police officers approached them.

"Mr. Cole," one of the officers said. "I'm going to need you to come with us, please."

Security was one thing, but officers of the law were completely different. Train didn't want to go in for questioning or cooperate in any way. He knew where that would likely lead.

Before Train could think about his next move, the two security guards stepped in and took Caleb away.

"Hey, don't touch my son!" Train said aggressively as he turned and charged toward the two guards.

The four officers were quick to step in. One of them zapped him with a taser stick, bringing Train to his knees. The other officers tackled him to the ground and attempted to put handcuffs on him.

Being the trained soldier that he was, and a man of herculean strength, Train wrestled his way free and returned to his feet. Like a provoked bear, Train let out an intense roar as he was consumed with rage. Without hesitating, he lunged forward, grabbing one of the officers by the vest and hurling him into the air. The officer smashed through a large glass window and landed in the office.

Train continued to wreak havoc. He swung wildly and connected with a looping punch that nearly sent one of the officers into orbit. The security guards didn't want any part of this violent episode and ushered Caleb off to some undisclosed location.

The last remaining officers proceeded to whip their batons at Train, but they appeared to have no effect. Train snatched one of the batons and fought with the officer for control. Train pined the officer up against a set of lockers, lifting the man off of his feet. The other officer jumped on Train's back and began to choke him with the baton. Train spun around and smashed the officer hanging on his back against the lockers. The full dense weight of Train's muscular back left the officer gasping for breath. In one fluid motion, Train tucked his head down causing the officer to flip over the front of him and land on his back.

The final officer backed up in defence and seemed unwilling to engage with this goliath of a man. It was a trap. He was distracting Train as the officer that was previously thrown through the office window had now returned to the action. He attempted to blindside Train, but Dane was quick to intervene. With a sudden wave of courage, Dane ran forward and tackled the officer to the ground.

In an explosive burst, Train lunged forward with a Spartan-esque kick, launching the last remaining officer through a set of double doors. The doors burst open and the officer was now laying on the concrete outside.

"Come on, let's go," Train said as if nothing had happened.

With wounded and battered men groaning on the ground, Train left the scene, leaving behind an aftermath of violence that he was now growing accustomed to.

Once outside, they ran toward the nearest subway station and disappeared from sight.

"That went well," Dane commented.

"Shut up, Dane. I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm."

"I'm glad I got to meet your son. Seems like a nice kid."

"Dane, I swear... if you say another word I'm going to rip your arms off your body."