"I'm not as old as you think I am!" Connor said.
"How old are you? Fifty?" Vicky asked.
"I'm not that old!" Connor replied. He stared at Vicky.
"How could you not be that old? I'm twenty!" Vicky said.
"Hmm… think whatever you want!" Connor replied.
The captain smiled. He looked at Connor, and patted his shoulder.
They checked their weapons one more time, and left the house.
Connor, and Vicky were in the car. Vicky looked out of the window, and then turned to Connor.
"Dad! How old are you?" Vicky asked.
Connor smiled.
"Does it matter how old I am?" Connor asked.
"Yes! You're not going to be young forever," Vicky replied.
Connor glanced at Vicky.
"I can handle a fight, little one. You should be more worried about yourself," Connor said. He glanced at Vicky and back at the road.
Vicky smiled, and nodded.
"I'm the inexperienced one here, right?" Vicky asked.
