There was too much going on inside the boy's head. What kind of secret could a boy this young keep? Normally this wouldn't be his problem, but then normally civillians weren't thrown in the middle of a military base.
"How old are you?" he asked, hoping that they could narrow things down this way. "Sixteen, seventeen?" Close enough to pass for an eighteen year old, but not yet.
Leon resumed the walk back to the main building when he got a text message from back. Found him. I think you should see this. Leon texted back a simple my office. "It's time that you meet someone else that works for me. You'll like her." Or he'd hate Hetty, but it didn't matter one way or another.
He walked quickly because of the cold. A guard opened the door for them, and when he got to his office Hetty was already there, waiting in his reception area. "You got something for me," he said as he opened the door of his office. He took his jacket off and hang it up. "I can't wait for spring." He looked at John and nodded toward the chair, before turning to Hetty. "What do we have?"