Must be him. "You're Dem's father?"

The dad (Gavin) looked at the guy. "Demetria? Yeah, I'm her father. Why?"

I pull out my knife. "You're going to be my example. To mutant haters all over the world."

"What are you talking about? I'm not mutant hater. Am I Cheyenne?"

"I'm not speaking for you." I said.

"Put that away before you do something you will regret." Gavin said.

"Wouldn't be the first time. Robert B. Riddick. Escaped convict."

"You don't want to start a scene here. Someone might call the cops."

"Now where have I heard that before?" I said.

"Shut up Cheyenne."

"Fuck the cops. I'm not afraid of humans. Feel like growing a pair and fighting like a, if you'll excuse the expression, man?

"Why do you care about Demetria? Or are you just standing up for your kind?"

"Mostly the second option, but she seems nice enough. And I can tell that she's a mother. Mothers shouldn't be attacked."

"So what if she is a mother?" Gavin smiled evilly. "That gives me an idea."

"Dad-"

"Stay out of this Cheyenne."

"You won't live long enough."

"Try and stop me."

I run at him, swinging my knife, when I feel several pricks in my back. I fall.

I lower my tranquilizer gun. "How many times do I have to tell you, Gavin? Shoot them before they run at you!"

Gavin looks at Stryker. "I lost count."

I stood up. "Um, well I think I should go." I try to leave.