Don't get any ideas.

A carpet of red and gold filled Rollo's field of vision. His eyes were cast down, the nervousness he felt prevented him from looking up. The boy knew his life was over when a Valkyrie showed up at his house, but what he didn't expect was to be brought in front of their boss right away.

As the silence lingered, the boy couldn't help but glance at the man sitting across from him. He regretted doing so right away. Sam Sanderson, the newly appointed Head General, was looking at him with a face that lacked emotion, though the darkness in his pupils informed the boy of the anger restrained inside. As if that wasn't enough, the entire room was full of Valkyries. 

'This is… this is much worse than I thought…'

Though Rollo had an idea for as to why he was taken in by the upper echelons of the Resistance, he was unaware of the true reason that earned him the Head General's ire.

Sam was indeed seething with anger, but the reason had nothing to do with the boy.