Upon entering the briefing room, he saw a higher ranking officer holding a kid by the shoulder. About ten years old. “It’s yours.” The officer said, holding the kid’s head up by their hair.

John’s eyes widened, he was shocked. “Sir, no.” Was all he could manage to say. “That’s a child.”

The officer shook his head. “Don’t think of it like that. It’s a weapon. And I’d advise you to use it. It might be the strongest you’ll ever get.” His grip tightened on the kid’s hair.

In a a fit of anger, he grabbed the kid’s arm and pulled them close, hugging them. “I’ll take them.” He said, taking the kid out of the room completely.