She found herself standing in front of a man of authority.

Her heart plummeted to her stomach.

She didn't like men that had power over anyone.

Her 'adoptive' father had authority and abused it.

She had been the result of his abuse of power.

"Why did you fall from the sky?" The man before her asked her.

She couldn't answer with, "Because I'm an awful 'Byrd.'"

"I don't know." She went with the truth; her 'father' had always told her that she was an awful liar anyway.

"What is your name?" The man before her asked with the authority that he so clearly possessed.

"A-Addison B-Byrd." She stuttered out.

"How old are you, Miss Byrd." He asked her, formally.

"Tw-twelve almost thirteen. Please don't call me that. Call me Addie. My mom used to call me Addie." She answered, nervously.

"Addison, who are your parents?" He asked her.

She shuddered, hearing him call her what that man had called her, terrified her.

"I-I don't know, but my adoptive father's last name is Byrd." She answered, honestly.

"You don't like to hear him mentioned; did he ever hit you?" He asked Addison.

"No, sir." She answered; it was the truth.

"What did he do to hurt you?" He persisted.

She felt tears prick her eyes, and she stared down at her hands that were twisted around the fabric of her shirt.

She made a little yelp when her claws cut through her shirt, and made her stomach bleed.

The man raised his eyebrows at her reaction.

"Not really, sir." Her response became a stuttered mess.

"First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, you may wtch Miss Addison Byrd." He commanded.

Addie knew that he hadn't believed a word that she had said, so he commanded this 'Hawkeye' to look after her, and unravel her lies.