There is a child in there. That is the first thing Six realizes when he is called into the observation room, staring through the one way mirror into the interrogation room. Where there was usually terrorists or rouge agents and operatives... there is a child. No older than sixteen. Terribly thin and covered from head to toe in bandages. He can only imagine what laid beneath those bandages.

The Director stands next to him, staring in at the child, who looks petrified in every sense of the word. The man is quiet for a moment before speaking. "They're yours."

And the words shock Six to the core. He doesn't show it, but he feels as though his heart had stopped right there and then. Because this sickly, traumatized little thing sitting in the room over- trembling and wide-eyed- is his. Apparently. He's had his fair share of hook-ups through his time as an agent, but had one of them really resulted in...?

The Director speaks again, his voice low. He glances at Six. "They've been with Lloyd Hansen for six years." He reveals. And all over again, Six's mind comes to a halt.