Simms grit his teeth as he stared down Reginald. It wasn't like the news was his, but that didn't really matter in that moment. Simms didn't even have to look at his ID bracelet to know that the number was a 1. He had the whole thing memorized, and on top of which, what else could it be if this news was true? There was only Scotty. No siblings, no other kids, just Scotty. The story checked out.
He scooted closer to the bars, but decided in the end to stand anyway. "You telling me that it could be my kid here?" he asked, and did his best not to snarl at the old man, with limited success. "They put in and take out enough fucking people. What the fuck do they want my kid for?"