Alfred Bester, a small, skinny twelve year old boy with reddish brown hair and brown eyes, who was dressed in clothing that wasn't suited for the current weather as it was usually worn indoors, and hadn't taken the time to grab a coat, shivered in the cold. No, he thought, Not Alfred Bester, Stephen Dexter. My name is Stephen. They lied to me. They all lied.

Earlier that day, he had been stripped naked and led to a place where it had been revealed that the Grins that he had feared for his entire short life were in fact the very adults who had raised him, people he had loved and admired. It was in the moment that he had been allowed into the unguarded minds of those same adults that he tore away an important secret. He had learned the truth of who he was. One of the adults who had supervised him over the years - an adult who had once been a child on the run - had seen him and recognized him for who he was. He was the son of two people who had taken him from a bad situation, and given him hope before the Corps caught him again.

The gloves that he had been given had been thrown in the trash the moment he sensed that he wasn't being watched. As soon as the gloves had been discarded, he had run for all he was worth. He was small, but he was also faster than anyone in his age group, and most of the people in the age groups above him. He had run for miles not planning, not thinking about what would happen next, just running from the people who had stolen him and murdered his parents, the beautiful red haired woman, and the handsome dark haired man that he would sometimes see in the stars.

Stephen shivered as he curled up in a ball in an isolated field. The teeptown near Geneva had been placed in an area that was undeveloped for several miles in every direction. Ergo, there was no shelter to be found. The sun had set a while ago, taking what little warmth it brought with it.

His head suddenly shot up. He could feel them. They were hunting for him. They had found him. He got up and ran. He ran until he could run no more.

Brett and Mila covertly watched as the PsiCops dragged Alfred into a building that was off limits. Alfred had always been something of an outsider, but this... Alfred had always been loyal to the Corps. Perhaps, a little too loyal... Brett thought and wondered why that thought sent a chill running down his spine.

Edited 7-1-11