"Hello, Leon." Hetty joined the Director on the couch, sitting primly on the edge with her toes barely brushing the floor. It had been a busy twenty-four hours but Hetty thrived on such days. She supposed it was the intrigue of it all."
"Things are well in hand. He is an interesting young man, Mr. Connor." There were things inside the boy's head that had no place being in the mind of a teenager -- strategies, weapons tactics, so much grief whenever his thoughts turned to particular names.