John isn't the sort to challenge anyone's perception of him and if the boy thinks his guardian would be able to kill John, that's fine with him. He's meant to just be a regular police officer these days, after all, and he has no reason to act as if he's something more. Maybe John Riley can be killed by this boy's caretaker.

He only nods, then pushes open the side door, waits for the boy and his dog to step inside, then closes the door again. To his left, a bright panel lights up and John reaches for it, pressing the tip of his index finger into the fingerprint scanner. A moment later the panel goes dark again, but the lights inside the warehouse turn on.

The computer equipment is dark, covered in plastic, but it's clear this place has been in use.

"First aid equipment is through here," he says, limping toward one of the side rooms Finch had set aside just for this very reason.