Containment 9: William 'Wiley' Jacson
Code Name: Clown Face
Age: 18
D.O.B. - 07/08/1999
P.O.B. - Moscow, Russia
Arrival - 2011
History - Next Page Over

It was like looking into the bedroom - a very plain, very open spaced - bedroom of a bored, sullen teenage boy.

I didn't often deal with kids. It wasn't much my stronghold, since I dealt with criminals and at least 90% of them were adults. Kids, it was hard to associate them as criminals when a majority of the times it was brought by outside sources and environments raised in. Not to say some kids deserved to be punished, but it could be harder.

Maybe I was more biased than I liked to believe.

He looked like an ordinary kid who was just leaning against the side of his bed, throwing a basketball at the wall and catching it as it came back to him with perfect precision.

God forbid, I ever had kids and they gave me attitude. My lady and I would hope to have a brood of our own for sure one day.

"Clown face? Really?"

"I've seen people's reactions. It ain't pretty." Brooks shrugged. "Just try not to make him mad or scared. Once he gets anxious, you're mind is fucked."

I just wanted this to be done already. Exhaustion pulling at me and with a heavy sigh, I slapped the folder down.

"Let's finish this then.