Blue skies and a ringing bell, a crowd of shuffling youngsters on the move, ten in the morning. Sam on her way towards the library, Dilan and Monte not far behind, Derrick waiting inside and Amber waiting by a locker, quick to follow.
“So like, what is it Sam?”
“I think I know how to bait the Gremlin King out of hiding. I told Damerick and Derrick already. I think if we bait and say we are going to build something to take out Zaraka we could be able to lure out the Gremlin and trap it.”
“You think it would work?”
“Like, what if it really was just bad luck?”
“We’ve learned a lot lately but I can safely say luck is one thing that doesn’t exist, only little devils that can make this worse. I know it’d work based on how Zaraka thinks based on the books. He’ll send the Gremlin King out to sabotage everything since he’s proven himself, which his when we ambush him.”
“I mean… I guess that could work.”
“Haha, I like how you’re thinking Sammy.”
“Yeah… this should work. We’ll have to meet up with Damerick later to really put this into motion then.”
“Just one problem...”
“What?”
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A knock on a wood door, the creaking of it as it’d open, inside a decent sized office with a wood desk, filing cabinets, a double monitor computer, notes scattered, and an older looking man in a chair who would in turn look forward confused.
“Mr. Gespahcas?”
“Er… yes?”
“We’re with the Federal Bureau of Investigations, our director was supposed to contact you and inform you of our arrival, which was confirmed.”
“Oh uh, yes yes, right ahem er… about-”
“As was discussed you don’t need to be made aware of anything other than a simple investigation on the premise of strange activity being reported in the area which we intend to get to the bottom of.”
“Er… alright uh… as I said, you will have our full cooperation.”
-
“Yeah, the FBI got summoned.”
“How did that even happen!?”
“Supposedly someone saw some weird stuff and reported it… likely linked to our friend the Gremlin King.”
“So what, like, do we do now?”
“Without Victoria’s connections it’s hard to say… we’ll have to tread carefully.”
“Like, why?”
“Because we can’t get rid of them if we get caught. This will have to be pure stealth. I suggest we each do our own investigation around the clock for now. We’ll meet in the old library after school to discuss this further… till then, keep a low profile.”
“Right.”
“Ya.”
The sound of the bell, the five nodding and quickly scattering off to their classes, off in a corner though staring at the five with people moving away from him, Stark, his eyes narrowed, writing down in a notebook old library.
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Monte and Sam, both arriving at class, a lecture course filled with thirty-two people, a teacher, and an assistant, the teacher standing ready to begin the day.
“Good morning class. Today we’re going to be working towards your final projects for your respective classes. As you all know, today-”
The door opening, a man in a suit, hair combed back, ear piece in with a wire to a chest pocket and shades, walking inside with two others dressed similarly behind him.
“Ahem eh, good afternoon ma’am, we’re here to evaluate your class.”
“What is this nonsense that you’re going on about? Who do you think you are barging into my classroom like this.”
“Ma’am I could have you arrested now SIT DOWN!!!”
She’d take a step back, looking at the man, hands clenched into fists, frustrated.
“Heh heh, now, which of you lot is the instructor?” he’d say looking at the class, though immediately everyone would point to the woman he had just yelled at. Turning, he’d take a step back himself, “Oh, that’s- unfortunate. My apologies.”
“Grrr… who do you people think you are!?”
“We’re with the Federal Bur-, er… we’re with the teaching summit, like I said, to evaluate your class.”
“Teaching summit? I… I didn’t realize you were coming!”
“That’s ok ma’am, it’s a surprise inspection,” came the voice of the second one.
“Uh… ok? Er… so class, today we will be going over the-”
“Pst… hey, Monte.”
“Yeah?”
“These guys aren’t with the teaching summit, if there even is a teaching summit. I bet they’re those FBI guys.”
“Ya think? Heh, what a couple of idiots.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to tell the others. That third guy is giving me a weird vibe though and-”
“Samantha, you are the star of the course, would you care to share your thesis with the class?”
“Oh uh, sure!”
The agents would stand back against a wall, looking at one another, then to Sam, watching closely.
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The lunch bell ringing, students murmuring and shouting, laughter in the halls, the five meeting back up heading for the lunch room.
“So, how was it Monte, Sam? I heard you two had a couple of weird guys in suits visit class today.”
“Ugh, the most trash cover up story. Those were the guys.”
“Yeah. Monte had to ask though to be sure so who knows if anyone else will figure it out.”
“Shut up Sam, I totally knew the entire time!”
“Like, they were in my English class too. They asked half the class random questions.”
“They were in my gym class claiming to be fitness analysis people. They checked out all of us and questioned two of our weaker athletes who were doing better than normal.”
“So… they’re looking for abnormal people then or strange people who can do what we do.”
“Yeah… someone tipped them off then.”
“But who?”
“Not sure but we’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Unfortunately.”
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Another bell ringing and another batch rushing into room one five nine. All taking their seats, Sam and Derrick among this bunch. In their seats, both looking forward, the same three in suits with shades would sit in metal chairs with pencils and clipboards holding paper. All three looking around the room completely ignoring the teacher, their pencils tapping as the instructor began the lesson for the day.
With a sigh, Sam taking her own notes would begin to scratch down some notes on the lesson, though Derrick not taking his eyes off at all, “(Hmm… just what are these guys after? And why are they so- so lame?)”
“Derrick.”
“Yes Ms. Gristle?”
“Tell me what the sum of two and a third of X in this equation is?”
“Hmm. I believe that would be twelve and a half?”
“Correct.”
Glancing back upon them, the three would look to Derrick and draft their notes, though two looking down, the third remaining with his head up, light glimmering off his bald head. Blinking, his eyes perking, he’d see a slight red glow behind the shades while sitting back down, shaking it off with a simple shrug.
Sam with a glance up, a sigh leaving her, “(These guys aren’t that bright. Sure they might fool people who don’t know why the FBI would be here, who in turn would not think of them as FBI but they should know the guys they’re after, namely us, would be more than capable of catching onto that. Oh well, can’t be helped I guess. Hopefully they just pick up and get out after a week or so.)”
Continuing on, all would begin to open their books to page five fourteen, more equations waiting, “Please have this completed two class periods from now, thank you.”
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“It’s commonplace in history for societies to believe in the supernatural, dating back thousands of years, some attributing such things to the Gods they worshiped or simple mishap, even claiming it as an act of the devil. Though in modern days there is a lot of discrepancy about this subject. Many today still claim sightings of ghosts and the unnatural or rather supernatural-”
Monte, Derrick, and Dilan all together in the same class at a table, Dilan’s face planted down upon the table, Monte dozing off, and Derrick reading his notes half asleep, the entire class carrying a similar vibe with, once more, the three agents at the front of the room, and then, the ringing of the bell.
Students standing, yawning, chattering, all moving towards the door as the three kept writing their notes, Derrick and company the last to walk by as the bald headed one would glance forward.
“Man what a load of ducks and chickens, not a single one of them stands out.”
“Guess we can get back to the office now then and come back tomorrow eh?”
“You guys go on ahead, I want to do a little extra investigating.”
“Eh, whatever you say man.”
The two standing up and walking out, teacher approaching the third, “So uh, how was that then?”
He’d say nothing, standing and turning to face the teacher, a red glow coming from his shades with a flash of color, a single thrust of the arm forward and static sent flying, crashing against a wall and sliding down, the teacher now lay unconscious, the bald agent smirking with the pulse behind his shades fading, turning and walking out of the room, “Successful.”
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