Scott took a glance at his men who were standing behind him, he could tell that they also had similar thoughts..

The kids they brought in a while ago were acting unusually weird and too calm for their likeness, the fact that he hated kids and their annoying yells and wails still made him wish that they cry at least once..

He leaned forward to the little boy who looked just like his father, Damien Sterling, and surprisingly he possessed the same proud aura his dad parades himself with...

"Are you both mute?.. can't you speak?" he questioned only to receive silence in return..

Scott straightened up feeling slightly embarrassed...