[b]Colony 257[/b]

The innkeeper shook the gun heavily in his hands, until sliding it down his side pocket. A woman, female bright domi, walked outside her door, way down on the other side of the hall, being the nosy one she was, and curious why the innkeeper was talking to his customers and giving them food, she walked over them, and hid behind a wall, peaking ever so slightly. She barely understand what they were saying, with them being so far down, but she could see one thing: a gun.

"Police! Who runs this place?" shouted a voice. It was down by the front desk, near the mess hall. The innkeeper turned to the foreigner "Stay inside" he said. "I'll ask again!" shouted the voice. 
"Yes?" asked the innkeeper. The police(soldier) turned to his bag he was holding, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"You see anything odd these past hours?' he asked.

"N-no sir whatcha mean?"

"Just curious, we got reports talking 'bout explosives set off outside the valley by a farmer. We think some stupid kids did it, but we fear..er rebels".

"Only thing odd is this large amount of business" the innkeeper chuckled. The officer looked around some more, then gave a goodbye. When they left, someone bursted "Those weren't police officers.."

"Those were soldiers" the innkeeper replied.

[b]Alto hills[/b]

"Please, sirs, I just wanna go home.." said the boy. They were hiding in a bunker, dug deep into a hill. The room was lined with maps, pictures, anything official and anyone a target. The meeting room was farther away from the entrance so the kid couldn't leave. However, the kid wasn't tied or gagged. He was just put on a box in the corner of the room, where he crawled up into a ball. One of the people turned to the child.

"Don't worry, kid. We're not gonna hurt you".

"Pa' says you send us to die!" the boy said, now crying uncontrollably. 

"Do you understand who we are, kid? What we are?"

"You're..you're bad people-if you-if you send us to die" he said, now drenched with tears rushing down his eyes.

"We're Saints, kid. You know what Saints do? We help people. We are wanting to get more people, so we can help more. We wanna help this place"

"From what, sir" he said, tears somewhat gone.

"From the-" he never said those words again, an explosion ruptured the entrance. People began swarming inside, wasting bullets. The man and his team left the room, opening fire on the enemy. The boy looked around, looking for a place to hide. He pushed the box out, and squeezed himself into the corner. Some more fighting continued for some minutes, before the hellfire stopped. He stayed at his spot, not daring to move.

"Son? Boy?" said a voice. The boy didn't move. "Lenn?" he asked.

"P-Pa'?" the boy stepped from his hiding spot, reuniting with the father. Some other men were standing by the dad's side, but the boy didn't seem to mind them.

"We need to go" said the father "now"