Listening to the boy as he began to reveal a bit more about the community, Desmond began to take stock of what he knew about them. Being a lawyer, that was one of his most finely tuned skills. From the conversation, he knew there was a Russian man, named Dmitry, who apparently was the de-facto leader of the group; There was some sort of inept history teacher there as well, and a doctor who seems to have found a grisly way of stopping the infection. Not forgetting the gun-toting psychopath, and a fiery adolescent boy - also with a gun, he thought to himself.
"Trust me," He told the kid; as a lawyer he was quite used to saying those two little words. "I'm not planning to fuck you over. I'm just a guy who is sick and tired of running." They stopped at a sort of passageway, and the boy climbed through, obviously wanting him to follow. He did, and emerged at the other side, inside the compound. Looking around, he saw that it was a bit bigger than he had first guessed, and pretty well maintained.
"Alright then, lets go meet with Dmitry."