"You will remain for three months in prison, and then you will be moved, again. Your new foster parents are all police, so you will always be under watch. You will have six weeks of public service. You will always be under strict watch, so don't cause any trouble, I'm letting you off easy, kids, but if you end up back here again I will have to be a bit more stern. Do you understand?" Mr. Crake paced around the two teens in wide circles. It was just a habit to pace, many troublesome kids were unnerved by his pacing, but not these kids. Mr. Crake examined the two teenager boys. The older one, Jack, stood calmly. His shoulders back, and his posture perfect. Facing his consequences with submission, but still relaxed dignity.

"Yes, sir." Jack replied respectfully, causing Mr. Crake to smile slightly. There was hope for Jack yet.

The other boy was a total different matter. The younger boy, Simon, was still slightly struggling. He had no submission, just hatred. He stood in a wrestling position. He looked like a stack of dynamite, waiting for the smallest spark to set him off. Because of Simon's temper, Mr. Crake assigned two men to hold Simon back.

"One other thing," Mr. Crake sighed, and slipped into the chair behind his desk, "This is, what, the fourth time, we've had a little chat. I will have to split you two up; you can contact each other, but are not allowed to socialize with each other." Jack's eyes grew, and despite being a teen able to stay calm under most dire circumstances he freaked out.

"No, you can't, please no!" Jack pleaded. Simon wasn't a pleader though. Despite the men holding him being rather strong, Simon managed to use his good training, strong body, and good form, to throw one guard into the other. He didn't actually 'throw' the guard, but he swung his arm that the guard was holding so hard that the guard was pulled right into the other. The men tumbled to the floor, but were back up in an instant. However, Simon was able to jump away before they could grab him. He landed a show-off flip on Mr. Crake's desk. And before the old man could do anything Simon sent him sprawling with a swift uppercut. Someone grabbed Simon, hard, on the shoulder. Simon pivoted his body so he was able to attack his captor, but stopped last second noticing that it was his brother.

Jack pulled Simon away from Mr. Crake, and stared into his younger brother's eyes. Simon struggled a bit, not very strongly though, but soon his angry breathing slowed to controlled calm breaths. The guards moved towards Simon, who crouched ready to attack. But then Jack rested his hand on his brother's shoulder again. Simon stood back up, and allowed himself to be grabbed and handcuffed by the men.

"Very good training Simon, I'll give you that much." Mr. Crake stood up, rubbing his sore jaw, and sat back in his tall office chair.

"Thank you, sir." Simon said with sarcastic mock respect .

Mr. Crake glared at the boy, then nodded to the guards to take them away. Both the guards held the, once again struggling, Simon and led him to his cell. With no one holding him Jack just followed a step behind peacefully. Once Simon was safely in his cell the guards led Jack to one cell over, and shut the door behind him.