Vivi was muttering to herself, thinking over every piece of info that was spoken. She wove her fingers together over and over as she mentally put things together to try and think of a possibility.

"That's probably it." She agrees. "But outside of the majority being around 18, they don't have anything in common with each other."

"Maybe that's exactly why they want them. Because their average age is around eighteen."

"Th-that could very well b-be true. Wh-what would any one want w-with some random teens?"

"Exactly. Why 18 year olds with nothing else in common?"

"Maybe they're not random," he said, resting his chin on his hand. "Maybe there's some...missing variable that we just don't see yet."

"M-maybe it is the age, do 18 year olds have something major in common at that age?"

She takes out a folder. There's 32 papers in it. "I've looked it over a few times and I don't think they have anything else in common." She hands the folder to the other two so they can look.

Oliver leans over to look them over. "There has to be something we're missing, because it just doesn't make any sense otherwise."

Vivi shyly peaked over at them. "Logic needs order of sorts. But order needs building blocks so to speak."