Handing the gun off to the nearest soldier, Adrian crouched, the silk of his robe drinking from the pool of blood that leaked from the broken boy laying in its center. As if unwilling to slumber after too long asleep, a lattice work of blue light sizzled and popped, dancing up Leonard's arms and lacing across his chest, and while the temptation to reach out and feel the fire was great, Adrian was all too aware of the danger. "Amazing," he murmured, fascinated by the seductive play, jagged lines melting away and sinking back into flesh before his eyes. That such power had been wasted on one such as Leonard galled, yes, but that after all the years, the money invested, the watching, the waiting... that the pay off had finally come pushed all else aside, and when the last of the fire had disappeared, Adrian lifted Leonard's hands, cradling it almost tenderly as livid burns were examined closely. Like his father, Leonard would forever bear the marks, but unlike his father, Leonard would be tamed. A weapon fired at will, at Adrian's will... for the Society. For the greater good.
Gently folding Leonard's arm across his chest, Adrian stood to wait the report of the security guard standing at attention, he nodded upon hearing the tally of losses. The gain far outweighed the damage and without a glance at the cowering creatures held at bay by the squadron of soldiers, he began to walk toward the door.
"Let the two choose a suitable replacement for their sister, if one can be found. Incinerate all wounded as an example to the others." Glancing back a Leonard, Adrian gestured for the medics to enter. "Cover him in foam to prevent any accident should he wake, then put him into Chamber 12 and send the video feeds from every camera in the cavern to One along with a link to a live feed from the Chamber."
Leaving specials teams to handle the clean up, Adrian rode the private elevator up to his quarters to shower and change. The day had begun with an early start and promised to be longer for it, but the man was surprised, startled to find himself whistling as the stench of the caverns swirled down the drain and the laughter that replaced it lingered, shaping his lips into a smile that left everyone he encountered on his way down to the level where the Healers held sway staring at his back in confusion.
A cup of tea placed in his hand the moment he entered the viewing room, Adrian sipped from it thoughtfully as he walked the length of the one way mirror, observing the still, naked boy that had been dropped into the center of room devoid of any ornamentation, its only furnishings a fiberglass shelf to serve as a bed and a toilet in the corner. All medical instrumentation, in fact, any and all electronic devices were shielded by bulletproof glass set flush with the metal walls. It would not do, after all, to forget Leonard's other skills in the light of his newly discovered capability.
Bringing his palm down on a red button set into a panel at the work station, Adrian opened the floodgates, so to speak. Jets of water and antiseptic chemicals slammed into Leonard, washing away blood and filth and vomit to disappear down the drain in the center of the room, buffeting his body and pushing it across the floor until it caught on the edge of the toilet.
"Bring me the gloves." Within seconds, the gloves were presented for inspection, and after examining them closely, Adrian nodded in satisfaction, handing his tea to his assistant in trade for his computer pad and journal. "Fit him with them now, before he wakes, and lock them at the wrists so that he can't reach the buckles in the back."
Pausing on his way out the door to smile at the team picked by Healer Chase for exactly the task at hand, Adrian reminded them all, "Better safe than sorry, people, let's keep that in mind."
The journals and notes penned by Cledwyn's father waited his review, and his own notes were to be added. One would, of course, wish to add her observations to the record, and Healer Chase would be recalled from Las Vegas, immediately, but even with all that lay ahead, there was one task, one task that Adrian wished for himself, and for himself alone.
Cledwyn lay in his bed as he had since being brought to the Compound, his expression almost serene, as if his dreams were pleasant escape from a reality which had grown distasteful, and despite the early hour, Adrian crossed the apartment to open the bar that had been stocked by Cledwyn's predecessor, the father from whom he'd inherited a name and a purpose.
The bottle of Macallan 1926 taken from its box, Adrian opened it with reverence, speaking to Cledwyn as he choose two glasses of cut crystal. "Your father was truly a visionary, Cledwyn. For all his faults, his vision, his dedication was beyond compare and one of his greatest goals was achieved this very morning."
Approaching the bed, Adrian set Cledwyn's glass next to the bed and lifted his own to the comatose demigod. "Congratulations, my old friend, it's a boy."