Agent York
"Where are...where are the kids?" I mutter under my breath, my voice barely audible. "Why am I so...so cold? I've lost a lot of blood, haven't I?" I look down at the stitches, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hits me. "This is worse than loosing my eye...." I whisper.
Sigma: Ambition
"That's good." I add with a gentle smile. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that I scared this man. Good. I chuckle a bit before looking back down at the children, kissing at their foreheads.