Red was going to kill him.

Of that the Count had no doubt as his Grandchild all but clung to his leg in an attempt to hide behind the aging villain.

Honestly he couldn't blame the child.

Not with the way those Badgers kept looking at them as they slowly closed in on the two.

How had they gotten theirselves into this mess when all they originally planned to do was see a movie?

Well to be honest that may have indirectly been Victor's fault, he was man enough to admit that.

He could recall leaning into his vehicle to faster the young one's booster seat after having brought his Grandson some ice-cream- despite Red clearly telling him Private couldn't have any since it would spoil his appetite- and making him promise not to tell his Mother.

He had just gotten the straps into place when he had heard what sounded like a can hitting the concrete next to him. Sharp golden eyes had glanced away form his task and to the source of the noise but then a gas seemed to have filled the air around them.

Sleeping gas as he had fount himself waking here with his beloved grandson and a stranger of a man.

For a while everything seemed okay- well as okay as they could be seeing their current position- but then the badgers came.

Gods above, after watching them go cannibal on the other man Victor doubted he would ever look at Badgers the same way again. So he did the only rational thing he could think of:

He grabbed his Grandson and ran like the Hounds of Hades was on his heels.

And that's how they ended up there.

Weaponless, defenseless and about to be eaten by badgers of all things- he would never live this down. This day could not get any worse.

Bang!

One of the lunging badgers feel with a bullet hole clear through it's skull.

For a moment the golden eye man just stared at the cooling corpse before forcing himself to look away and towards the source of the shot.

...

And suddenly he wanted to take his chances with the badgers.

"Victor."

The smooth British voice cut into the air with a sense of amusement.

"Perhaps you and your Grandson would care to join me up here?"

Lets see:

Cannibal Badgers

or

Rescued by Dylan.

Honestly Victor wasn't sure which was worst but Private seemed to have no such regards as he ran as fast as his tiny feet could carry him towards the elder white hair man.

Dylan it was.

Damn retired spies.

How the hell did he ever know where to find them?

Damn taunting smirk.

Just Dylan wait until they didn't have a child with them. He'd show that damn Spy to tease him.

Damn it all.

"We never mention this to your Mother."

His protégé would skin him alive if she ever fount out about this.

"Agreed/ Yes Grandpa."

None of them wanted to deal with a parenteral, physcotic Russian woman who was all too fond of turning towards sharp pointy blades to deal her problems.