The boy's face was wet from crying and he shook as the men approached him.
"Please don't hurt me," he begged as they stood in front of him.
Napoleon and Illya glanced at each other once more wondering how it is Thrush always seems to go after the innocents.
"Are you Robert Casey?" Napoleon asked kneeling in front of the boy.
"Yes," he sniffled.
Illya handed him his hankie, "We will not hurt you. Our superior sent us to get you."
"My dad told me to run, but I saw the bad men killed my mom, dad, and sister. Why?"