My men looked trough the kids at the orphanage. All were some week kids that were scared of everything, but there was that one, n°143, that was standing from the others. He was a bit more built then the others, and wasn't scared that much.

I looked up at him, the boy's face was covered in scars. "Take n°143." I ordered my men. They took him by the shoulder and dragged him to the car.