Somewhere in Los Angeles

“Sooooo… You mean he is one of them?” A man wearing ballistic mask asked.

“I think so, he resisted my hypnosis and disappeared when he jumped off that building.” A woman, having bandana wrapped around HIS face and wearing sunglasses replied.

“Sleeper, keep an eye on any CCTVs near the area.” The man demanded.

“OK” Sleeper said.

“Do you believe that he is Henry?” The man said

“No.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“He is Henry.”

“The one who got shot in the head? We found his body, the body’s DNA is identical. I thought your BPD has been cured.”

“He should be able to do the job...” The man murmured so low that it sounds like a mosquito from meters away

“???”

“Oh, sorry I was drifting.” The man apologized.

“Are you OK?”

“I think so.”

The couple appeared from the door.

“My freaking shin! How the boy can kick so hard?" Sting said.

“He trained karate and he is right now an orange belt.” The woman next to him said.

“Olivia, he nearly broke my knee.”

“Logan, I thought we don’t use real names here.” The woman called Olivia said

“Shark, he is a professional, he pretended he got shot in kneecap and kicked me!”

“He GOT shot in the kneecap” The masked man said.

“Frost, it is not time for nonsense!” Sting exclaimed.

“Believe me, he is a very special boy.” Frost said

“...”

“Where is the boy?” A Scottish man appeared out of nowhere.

“I don’t know, but we will find him soon.” Frost said.