'Hayden White' walked around the run-down apartment. He was surprised when he found an abandoned apartment rather central to the city. Although it was run-down and may not have been completely furnished it had everything that was needed. The apartment was a place that the street kids of New York would stay which he liked because it gave him more 'helpers' as young as 14. He was the oldest there at 22 and then next oldest was a guy aged 19.

"Are you ready?" Hayden asked walking up a 16-year-old girl "The others are gonna meet us there"

"It's like 9 are we really going get people?" she asked getting off one of the many mattresses scattered on the floor

"Yes. There will be the business people going to work. The mothers with their little kids after dropping the other kids at school. We will get heaps of people. Plus you're amazing of course you'll stop people" He smiled putting his arm around her shoulder and kissing her head. "Alright so what's your alias again?"

"Freya Park" she said rolling her eyes "do we really have to do this every time Dr-"

"Do not say my name" He growled "I do not need you going out there and saying my name"

"Sorry Hayden" She whispered

"It's okay" He said kissing her head again "Let's get you out there" he smirked tapping her ass as she walked in front of him.

She showed up just over three months ago. That 19-year-old brought her in along with 3 other guys - 2 18 year-olds and a 17-year-old. She was the only girl at the apartment at the time. They had all been in a foster family together. The foster family didn't renew their license. The four were going to be split up and sent to group homes, instead, they went to the streets.

Hayden was taken by her immediately. Not many girls showed up here, and when they did they were young ones 14 - 15 that ran away from home and are sent back home once the police find them because they skip school. But this girl was different. Older, more mature than her age let on. He clung to her, got her away from the boys. He told her a few of the crimes he had done, just the little ones, he didn't want to scare her, not if she was going to work with and for him. He told her about his alias.

"Why so many?" She asked while he played with her hair as they had laid on a mattress, back then there wasn't as many so the boys gave it to her

"So that the cops and government don't catch on" He said

"Should I have one?" She asked

"If you want to go out and do some jobs probably. But I don't know..." he drawled out, knowing if he tried to keep her away she'd want more than anything to go with him.

"I do. I really do. I wanna go out on the streets with you" She said

"I don't know if it's safe enough" He sighed sitting up

"Please. I'll be okay. And you'd be there" She said placing a hand on his chest

"Okay then... Freya."

"Freya?"

"Freya Park. A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl" he took the hand she put on his chest and kissed it.

'Freya' picked up her guitar and they headed to Central Park. About a block away from the park Hayden had to go a different way so they didn't look as though they were together. Freya found one of her regular spots and set up. She looked around and saw a handful of people from the apartment, all aged 14, most were boys with 2 girls. She opened her guitar case and pulled out the guitar. She started busking and quickly formed a crowd, which was the plan. The group of 14-year-olds worked out their targets. People walked up and placed money in the guitar case, they would pickpocket from people who didn't pay or were watching Freya as they walked past.

After about half an hour Freya finished. As she packed her guitar away two men walked up to her.

"Hello, I'm FBI agent Peter Burke can we have a word with you?" The older one said pulling out his badge.