Your father was a member of Al-Qatala, and a damn good one too. Unfortunate for the Urzikstan Liberation Force, but they had recently found a very important piece of information about him.

He had a child. They only knew the name of the kid and the address of where they lived, nothing more. Everyone assumed you were a teenager at the very least. Alex and a few others were sent to infiltrate your home and take you.

So, there he was, walking to your room with a gun in one hand and a zip tie in the other. This was a capture or kill, and he was ready to do either. As he walked through the quiet, lavish house and opened your door, what he saw bewildered him.

You were fast asleep in your bed, a stuffed animal in your arms as you snoozed the night away curled up under your blankets. You were a little kid, clearly no teenager yet.