"Hi Yumi, hi Hugh. How are you kids today?"

He was given silence in return. Hugh was the more avoidant Sam could tell, focusing his attention on his toy cars and Yumi, despite being slighter and a little shorter than the ten year old boy, sat next to Hugh but in-between him and Sam and was able to keep both people in her line of sight.

Smart kid. Prepared indeed.

Of Japanese descent, and reading from Yumi's file, she was a karate junior who had been doing it since she was five. For a kid, she could wallop him if she wanted to. But he didn't want to give her a reason to. Not now, not ever.

"I want to apologize for what happened yesterday with those men. I know they were doing their jobs but they went about it the wrong way. Adults should never force another to do something they don't want to, especially if they are scared."

"But can I ask, why were you scared to go?" Sam shifted closer despite Yumi tensing, her child-like eyes hard and cool despite her age. Those eyes should be happy and joyful not joyless and tired. "You always went to medical like everyone for a check-up. Why were you scared to go now?"

"Because we hated to see the doc."

"The previous one? Greeves?" They didn't answer but it was enough for Sam to take. "Okay, but he's not there now. He passed away."

"We heard he was murdered." Yumi snarked, facing me for the first time, a trill rising in her voice and she sneered. "He deserved it."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Only if we didn't listen. He liked to twist arms and call us name if we got scared." Yumi trailed off, her voice bitter and faint. "He was mean. But he was worse to the others."

"I know you didn't like him and you have every reason to, but do you know who hated him the most?" Both of them stopped what they were doing with the toy cars and faced me, chilling expressions on their face. Serious as adults, as they glanced at each other before facing me with stern looks unlike anything for two ten year old's.

"Every one did. Even his own."

Well, that certainly wasn't old news.

"Did Greeves hate anyone the most? Any name he said at lot, or someone he spoke about the most?"

"Everyone." But they glanced at each other nervously but seeing that their shared glance was caught by Zane, Hugh sighed. "No Name." Was his answer.

Sam after taking his time with the kids, leaving their room to let them relax in peace followed down the hallway where some of the soldiers looked on edge. One soldier, he noticed his sleeves of his jacket shivering as the young man shook next to Georgie's glass window which showed a room in complete pitch blackness.

Except the slight fog that was breathed upon the glass and the slow appearing words being written by a seemingly invisible hand.

You know nothing...yet :)