[i]The Contractee's face was annihilated by the flames; upon closer inspection, it was clear he was a rather young, frail boy, around sixteen. Suddenly, there was a earsplitting shriek; Cylus might not have been able to hear it, but it came from a female Contractee in the group, who still had her ears covered.[/i] "JOHNNY!" [i]She screamed, tears welling up in her eyes; the voice and tears of a mother who had just lost her son. Meanwhile, Vance put on the earpieces, trying to ignore the female as he pulled out his handgun; he couldn't. He never could. He'd never be able to.[/i]