”Get them!“

The captain could already feel the migraine forming once he was called over by Gaz in his office. Apparently, there was a huge commotion in the lobby, and that Price would just “have to see.”

What he was expecting was certainly not a child. A small, tiny child, no more than 7, wreaking havoc with soldiers chasing after it. Price just stood by the entrance, an exasperated and bewildered look on his face while Gaz was behind him, trying not to burst out laughing at the sight.

The child was running around, surprisingly fast and agile for something so small. The other soldiers were miserably and desperately trying to catch them, but they kept weaving in and out of their feet, dodging them with a small giggle. The worst part was that the child was practically carrying a whole arsenal of weapons in their tiny hands.

This was dangerous. Price knew he had to solve this sooner rather than later. The soldiers didn’t seem to know who this kid was, or where their parents were. All they knew was that they were a mischievous little pest. The child was adorable, but looks weren’t everything and it was clear that this one was devil spawn.

“Oi, kid-!”