Silver moonlight seeped through the thin, white curtain as it set the child's bedroom aglow. Its enchanting radiance gave the walls a whimsical appearance as the chipping paint soaked in the rays before reflecting them back, creating a glossy finish. Long tooth-like shadows were cast across the floor as the light slithered around the toys scattered across the carpet. A single, golden glow illuminated from the corner as a firefly-shaped nightlight burned brightly, adding a faint touch of color to the dim surroundings.

A young boy sat straight up in his bed, clenching on tightly to a stuffed teddy bear, cuddling it for comfort. The cotton quilt was pulled up about his shoulders to combat the chills. He wrapped his numb arms around his knees, pulling them closer in attempts to warmth himself further. Moaning in pain, he called out in between raspy coughs, "Mum, it's cold...and my tummy hurts...Make it go away..."

The wooden door creaked on un-oiled hinges, allowing white light from the hallway lamp to explode into the darkness. The sudden brightness caused the boy to squint and he pulled the blanket up around his head to shield his weary eyes. Blinking, he carefully peered out from under the covers to see the silhouette of a woman in a vintage dress. Her face was hidden by shadows as the light brushed pass it, but he could faintly make out the menacing grin her ruby lips made as she stared at him, "Hush now, child. It is past your bedtime." Her hands were cupped together as she began to unravel an object from the stained apron covering her dress. A metal object sparkled in the illumination, gaining shape and detail as she came closer to him: a sharpened blade attached to a rubber handle. The boy's eyes widened in terror as his mother stood at his bedside, her bony fingers gently pushing him down onto the mattress before gently stroking his moist hair. "Shhh...Mummy will make it all better, sweetie." Her grin transformed into an ominous smile as she quickly lifted her hand, fully exposing the knife she had been concealing, "She promises!"

"Mum!" With a swift thrust, the knife appeared to have been jabbed into his fleshy side, causing the man to yell out in surprise and anticipation of pain, startling him out of his nightmare. Cypher's heart raced violently from the shock, causing his head to spin in a feverish delusion. With a dry mouth he laid motionless as nausea ate away at this churning stomach, causing him to gulp down air to prevent from vomiting. Dazed, his glazed eyes looked around the room with blurred vision, gradually regaining its clarity with his rapid blinks. Slate gray stone walls greeted his fixed vision. A trickle of water dripped from a broken pipe in the ceiling collecting into a murky puddle on the concrete floor. No windows could be seen but a bare light bulb attached to the wall near a rusty door provided a single source of light for him; his unadjusted eyes burning when he unintentionally gazed upon it.

Cypher attempted to rub his pulsating temples but his arms were pulled back instantly, rattling handcuffs. Confusion crippled him as he looked down at himself sprawled out across a moldy cot. He found his wrists bound to the metal rods of the headboard with his ankles tied to a bar at the foot of the bed. His vest and tie had been removed; folded together on a rickety bedside table with his fedora resting upon the pile. His white shirt had been unbuttoned completely, fully exposing his pale pecs and lack of abs. Darkened chest hair swirled about his fair skin, gathering itself into a single hairline running the full length of his abdomen, before tucking away into a happy trail at his waist line.

Beside his bed stood two figures dressed in tattered black cloaks with bird-like masks upon their faces; resembling plague doctors with their beaks decorated by beads and colored paint. Cypher's body tensed in fear at the sight, but he felt his limbs go numb as the remains of the narcotic ran through his bloodstream. His fingers quickly lost all feeling as he once again laid motionless before his captors. Petite bodies could be faintly outlined by the thick cloth that draped over their slender shoulders, drawing the conclusion that they were women. They whispered to each other with high pitched murmurs, surprised to see him waking. Cautiously, they took a step back away from the bed and looked down at him. Straining, he tried to make out the words they exchanged to each other, but the hollowed masks made it difficult to understand their soft conversation. He was forced to watch them closely in attempts to understand their body language, but the girls remained still with their arms crossed and hands buried inside their sleeves.

Eventually, they nodded to one another before turning towards the door to exit. The first slipped through without hesitation but the second girl glanced over her shoulder at him, examining him intently. He could make out her soft, pink lips from beneath the beak of the bird mask as the corners pulled down in a sympathetic frown. Despite the fearful look of her ritualistic wardrobe, Cypher could sense an innocent presence behind her trouble eyes. Her studies of him were interrupted by the first girl calling back to her. Hesitating slightly, she seemed to whisper something to him. Over exaggerating the way her lips curled with the her words - "I'm sorry..." - before locking the door behind her, leaving him alone as he struggled to remain conscious. His heavy head fell back into the pillow. Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to react to the remains of the drug and drifted back to sleep.





Dawn broke as the rising sun climbed up over the horizon and above the trees. The tall pine outlines stretched over the rolling hillside where vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks ate away the darkness of night and replaced it with a beautiful blue sky. Wild birds began to sing, inviting all the slumbering creatures to awake to a new day. Migisi clumsily stumbled out of her makeshift nest made of scraps of torn newspaper, some colorful string, and a few scrawny twigs.The sun-heated air felt good on her slender body, which she stretched before strutting along the oak branch, her silver feathers glistening in the morning light. She had spent much of the night shivering. Mother nature was surely not as kind as the human homes were when it came to providing comfortable living.

'Hmph! How dare he forget her!?' she silently pouted as she groomed herself. Migisi's thin beak slid over her polished chest as she picked out nasty flies that had tried to hitch a ride on her back. 'Mmmm... Breakfast!' The tiny insects slide down her throat as she lifted her head straight up in the air making a soft, tchky with pleasure from a satisfied stomach. Ruffling her feathers, she stretched one last time before movement below her feet caught her attention. Curiously, she leaned forward on the branch and looked down with a twitchy head at the busy life on the ground. Students hurried about the sidewalk completely caught up in their own lives. Some had their hands pulled up to their ears as they talked in weird dialects to themselves. Others bit into scrumptious bagels as they rushed by.

Tchkay! Tch tch tchkay! she called out to them, hoping that someone would be polite enough to break a piece off for her but not a single one took notice. Their eyes were locked forward as they passed. Pulling her wings in closer, she tucked her head close to her chest, inhaling deeply as her feathers puffed up in anger. 'Look at me!' She stepped from side to side on the thin branch looking intently down at the crowd that was quickly dispersing as the morning grew older. She was cold, hungry, and bored but not a single one of the humans was willing to provide to her desires; not that many people did except for Cypher - who still had not returned. The little bird relaxed, distracted by a new mission: Finding the hat-man.

Spreading her wings, she leaped into the warming air. A few flaps later and she was soaring above the campus grounds, her beady eyes gazing down at the world below looking for the next gathering of people. Her search soon led her to a park where some students sat spread apart in the grass. She lowered herself to the ground and perched upon the stone wall of the circular fountain located in the middle of the park, examining each one carefully. One seemed absorbed in a book she held in her hand while a boy close by tapped his feet to the beat of music he was listening to on a strange device she had never seen before. A few other girls gossiped on some benches before rising to their feet to leave. The lonesome jackdaw gave out a short sigh. None of the students had sparkly watches in their pockets or twinkling pins near their wrists or long shimmering silver silk ties around their necks. None of them were her shiny man. So where was he...?

Her tiny head hung in disappointment before springing upward with a sudden thought: The strange girl from the night before. She spoke in the same strange language that Cypher did; he had even addressed the girl in the same tender tone he spoke to her in... 'That jerk!' A jealous streak slide up her back causing her feathers to stand on ends as an annoyed squawk exploded from her bill, but she had to suck up and make amends with the girl. For now, she was the only way to find the shiny man. Migisi hopped to the edge of the ledge, before bending her legs and springing back into the air towards the giant oak she had slept in. As she returned she saw Shika at the base of the tree, fast asleep beneath the cover of her jacket. The little bird landed on the ground beside her where she hopped over to the sleeping human and playfully tugged at the jacket's sleeve. Tchyk! Tchyk!

Groaning, Shika slowly began to wake. Rubbing her sore eyes, she gazed around in astonishment to find herself still outside. the girl leapt to her feet in confusion, dropping the jacket on Migisi. Tch tch tchayk! The bird cried as she fluttered rapidly beneath the heavy material, spazzing about in a circle and demanding it be removed. "Oh, sorry, Migisi!" Shika quickly bent down and grabbed the jacket off of the furious jackdaw. The bird turned to face her, hissing. A faint giggle rose from Shika's throat as she looked down at the sulking bird, but her glee quickly faded as reality set in. Sighing, she leaned back against the tree trying to remember the night before. She could recall watching Cypher disappear into the darkness as he circled around to the back of the house, but that was the last she had seen of him. An undetermined amount of time passed after that until, tired and bored, she'd decided to sit and relax for a while

Movement near the driveway caught her attention. Instinctively her eyes redirected themselves eatching as a handful of girls her age wandered about near a yellow bus. All of them dressed in similar plain white sundresses with the same beige suitcase bags in their hands. Puzzled by the gathering, Shika gulped and silently debated with herself. She wanted to investigate further, but Cypher had told her to stay away from the house. Her lips puffed out in thought before she closed her eyes tightly, nodding as she made up her mind. She was going to see what they were up to. Bending down once again, she grabbed the leather bound book Dr. Ross had given to her from the day before and turned to face Migisi. Lifting a finger to her lips, she made a hush gesture before rising to her feet. As she stood, she came face to face with an elderly woman who had silently approached while she was naturally distracted by the girls near the bus. "Well what do we have here?" she sneered. Her icy eyes pierced through Shika, causing her to stumble backwards out of a sudden rush of fear filled adrenaline. "A new member to the Triquetra?"

Wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she clenched the book to her chest, Shika shrank at the woman's glance, "Uh...No, I'm just passing by."

The woman's brow arched above a greenish eye, "Oh? But that book, young lady... We don’t hand that out to just anyone."

"Dr. Ross gave it to me..." her heart sank as she spoke and noticed the woman's smirk grew wider and more cynical. Realizing that she had inadvertently revealed her lie, she bit her lower lip and cursed herself.

"So then you are a new member?"

Her head hung, "Yes..."

The woman stepped to her side and placed her arm around Shika's shoulder shoving her towards the front door across the lawn, "Why not come in then?" She forcefully drug the struggling girl closer to the house as she spoke, "You may call me Madame Ashewood, sweetie. All the girls here do."

"How nice?" she awkwardly replied as she tried to withdraw from the Madame Ashewood's grasp, which was surprisingly strong for a woman of her age. Tchyk! From behind them, Migisi cawed out wrathfully as she flailed after them in the grass. The older woman took no notice in being graced with her presence. She never even glanced at the pretty, glossy bird. Migisi's first impression of the elder was only tainted farther as the she slammed the door on her. 'Well then!' Frustrated by the lack of attention, she became determined to get noticed. Leaping from the porch onto the windowsill, she gazed into the quiet house and watched as Madame Ashewood and Shika paced about inside.



The house seemed no different than any other house. Furniture was arranged neatly in the clean living room. Beautiful landscape paintings hung on the white walls and the shelves contained a variety of knick-knacks and figurines of cute little animals. A long dining table sat in the middle of the empty dining room, with a large china cabinet setting in the corner. A lacy table cloth covered the table's surface; a golden bowl sat in the middle filled with delicious fresh apples and pears. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, allowing Shika to somewhat lower her guard as Madame Asheswood led her towards the kitchen. Yet, despite its normal appearance, Shika continued to remind herself that the house was not entirely safe. The two women entered the kitchen. Once again, everything seemed normal at first glance but it reeked with the scent of fresh bleach; a single, hefty butcher knife rested on a cloth by the sink.

Madame Ashewood let go of Shika's shoulders as she proceeded towards a cabinet on the far side of the kitchen. "You must be thirsty after being outside for so long," she said powerfully as she opened the refrigerator door. Her hand hovered over the contents chilling inside before settling on an open carton of orange juice. "Allow me to get you something and then we can talk."

As the woman began to fumble about for a glass, Shika uneasily weaved on shaking legs. Something seemed wrong about the kitchen, but she could not tell what. Chewing on her lip, she scanned the room for any signs of possible threats. That is when she saw it. A piece of crimson material rested on the floor under the counter. Her eyes squinted as she tried to make out what it was for she had seen it before. She glanced over at Madame Ashewood who seemed to still be occupied with the drink to notice her. Clenching her teeth, Shika hurried towards the counter where she dipped down and swiped the material before returning to her place in the middle of the kitchen. She tried her best to hide it in her open palm as she examined it; it was a red armband with a rip in the middle of it, as if it had been torn off. The letters AoM had been stitched neatly into the fabric but where had she seen it before...? Her eyes widened as memories from the night before flashed her eyes. Cypher had been wearing a similar - if not the same - armband. As a horrified look grew on her face, she caught sight of a small splatter of blood on a tile near her feet, "Gah..."

"Did you say something, dear?" The woman approached her, carrying a glass of freshly poured orange juice in her hand.

Shika shook her head, "Um, no... but umm... Did someone come by here last night?"

The old woman’s lips narrowed into a stern line, "No. No one has been here but the girls. My girls."

"Really? No guys?" Shika withdrew farther as Madame Ashewood's cold stare fell upon her. "You see, my brother... He eh, was coming to visit today but called last night saying his car got a flat tire not far from campus and... And well, I was wondering if maybe he used your phone...?" she lied. Her voice rapidly changed pitches as it fluctuated from her normal high pitch speaking voice to a low, terrified whisper.

"No, I can't say we had any visitors," she thrust the glass into Shika's hand and quickly changed the subject. "There you go, sweetheart. Drink and let's talk."

The coldness of the glass sharply stung Shika's fingers. She hesitated as she looked into the liquid. A very thin - almost completely unnoticeable - layer of a grainy substance floated near the top. She swirled the glass in her hand watching the mysterious mixture clump up on the edges and trying to figure out if it was just fruit pulp or a... different substance. Madame Ashewood continued to attentively gawk at the girl. Nervously, she lifted the glass to her lips, about to take a drink before two girls abruptly entered the room - giving her an excuse not to drink.



"Madame, I'm sorry to disturb you," one of the girls said as she ran her hand through her dusty red hair, glancing awkwardly over at Shika, "But everything you wanted is ready."

A sneer curled her pale lips, "Oh good. Excuse me, sweetie, but I have to make sure preparations for tonight's field trip are in order."

The red-haired girl signaled Madame Ashewood to follow her. The elderly woman seemed pleased as she passed by Shika, completely forgetting herl. As the two turned the corner and left, the second girl rushed up to her. Her hair was very light blonde, her eyes a pale gray, almost white in the sunlight. She grabbed the glass from her hand and rushed to the sink, dumping the orange juice down the drain. "Don't drink or eat anything she gives you."

Stunned, Shika stepped up beside her, taking some comfort in the idea of one person in the house being sane, "Who are you?"

The girl slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her voice as she whispered, "Shhh... It is not safe to speak loudly here. She will hear you; she is always listening. Always watching."

"Ok, so who are you?" lowering her voice, she continued to pursue information.

"My name is Celeste, and you have to listen very carefully to me..." Celeste looked over her shoulder, terror in her eyes as she cowered, "Your brother, he is who you are looking for, yes?"

Shika nodded, "Eh, he's not really my brother, but-"

"Listen carefully. He is in grave danger and I am powerless to help him."

"Danger?!"

"Shhhh!" Celeste quickly placed her hand over Shika's mouth again. "I cannot explain everything right now. I can help you find the demon hunter but you must make a promise..."

"Defmon humffer?" she questioned with a muffled voice.

"You must promise me that you will convince him to destroy the satanic presence that Madame Ashewood has cursed this house with. You must believe me when I said that the Triquetra is not what she teaches..."

Shika placed her hand on Celeste's wrist and freed her mouth, "What do you mean?"

"There is no time to explain!" her voice spiked with fear. She inhaled deeply, allowing fresh air to seep into her lungs and calm her. Leaning against the counter, she looked out the window to relaxed, her hopes rising as she saw the silver and ebony bird fluttering about in the bushes. A sweet smile overtook her worried expression, "Just follow the bird. She will lead you to him." Her head snapped quickly towards Shika, "Quick! Go out the back door and wait in the woods. Follow the bird when she takes off. Now go!"

Without questioning her intentions, Shika decided to trust the girl. Perhaps it was out of desperation to feel safe in the hostile environment or perhaps her innocent looks took away any doubts, but whatever the case might have been, she obeyed. She rushed out of the backdoor and ran across the yard. Her chest heaved as she ran, taking sharp breaths with each step before reaching the safe cover of at the edge of the nearby wooded area. Exhaustion tackled her; she collapsed to her knees the moment she felt a safe distance from the house. Laying down in the cool grass, she caught her breath.



Tchkay! Migisi cried out as she flew up to where Shika was resting. The bird hopped onto the girl's leg and proceeded to scamper up it. She bounced on her stomach before stopping at her chest, looking up at her with a twisting head. A flash of color drew her attention to the girl's hand. A piece of fabric hung out from between her fingers, beckoning the jackdaw to come to it. Leaving her post, Migisi hurdled herself over onto Shika's arm. She pecked away at the material rustling in the wind, catching a whiff of the scent attached to it: a familiar blend of sandalwood, cardamom, juniper, and a variety of spices. That was the smell of Cypher. (Well, his cologne to be precise but how was a bird to know?) Her little heart sank a bit as she rubbed against the cloth; she could smell him but where was he? Chy! Chy! calling out to him, she searched the tree lines to see if he would appear to her cries. Again, he didn't show. Saddened by a crippling sense of loneliness, she dragged the tattered armband out of Shika's hand and clumped it together to lay on. Chy...

Watching as the bird settled into the ripped band, Shika sullenly reached over and stroked the bird's back. At least, that’s what she assumed was the best way to comfort a bird. Migisi tensed at her touch, welcoming the attention yet felt slightly empty as she continued to breath in the remnants of his cologne. Then something sparkled on the branches over them. Migisi's body perked as she looked up at the shining light. It ran about the leaves before darting off. Curious, she rose to her feet and took flight, chasing after the glimmering light. Shika scrambled upright and began to follow. She then slide to a complete stop when she found Migisi sitting beside the door of a rickety shed located out in the middle of the woods. The bushes beside the shed rustled, causing Shika to unconsciously brace herself for an attack, but instead, Celeste stepped out holding a mirror.

"I see the bird followed the reflection like I hoped," she quietly said as she placed her hand on the doorknob. "Before I let you in, you must uphold your promise and get the demon hunter to stop Madame Ashewood."

"Ok, but tell me what is going on first!" Shika stomped her foot in frustration.

"The Triquetra Sorority has never been a place for satanic worship. Since its creation, the sorority has been nothing more than a house of peace and harmony, but then Madame showed up and began to use our home as a cover up for her sinful practices,” As she spoke, she opened the door. A dark passageway with a stone stairwell greeted the pair. “We had nothing to do with it and I want out name clean; but I want to free my sisters from her curse."





"What did you find out?" a familiar, elderly woman demanded.

"Not much, sadly..." Dr. Ross chimed in. "He's either very stupid or a horrible rookie."

"Why is that?"

"He seems to have left his Agency I.D in his wallet. There is no doubt; he's from the Agency of Mystery alright. Goes by the codename 'Cypher'."

The voices surrounding him were disorientating and indistinct. He could not put faces to them, but at least it was a sign that he was waking once again from his drugged coma. Cypher tried opening his eyes, but his heavy eyelids snapped shut. A miserable whimper gargled in his dry throat as he tried to find a more comfortable position while still being pinned down to the bed.

Madame Ashewood looked over at him, waiting for him to regain full consciousness, "Anything else?"

"We found a business card for a psychiatrist tucked away, too. Dr. David Heung - Chelmsford, Essex in England. I think I read a theory of his back in med-school."

"So is he of pure blood?" the woman pressed him, impatient.

Dr. Ross shrugged as he stepped up beside her, "It's hard to tell. His accent is certainly heavy enough and the fact that most of his personal information is tied to Chelmsford to at least warrant speculation that he's from there."

"He needs to be of pure ancestry for the immortality ritual to be a success," anxiously, Madame Ashewood ran her fingers down the side of his face, rubbing her thumb over the scabbing stab wound on his cheek that she had given him the previous night. She then allowed her hand to wander down his neck and to his chest, caressing the swirl of hair on his chest before following the trail downward, feeling the firmness of his pecs and slenderness of his body. Subconsciously, Cypher twitched at the apprehensive touch, struggling against his bindings to try to shake her off of him. His muscles relaxed as she came to stop right near his waist as her hand hovered above him, debating on if she should go farther, "What a shame that such a spectacular specimen has to become the sacrifice. He would have made an excellent personal assistant..." but her words faded away into silence as the drug reclaimed his consciousness.




Some time had passed unknowingly. Violent jolts of energy shot through him, shaking him awake. Cypher's bloodshot eyes slowly opened and settled on two fuzzy images beside his bed. Wincing in pain, he blinked his vision clear, revealing the bewildered Shika with Migisi perched on her shoulder. Both looked down at him with timid, lost eyes. Chy! Chy! Chy! Migisi yelled happily at the sight of him. She instantly leaped from the girl to the bed before crawling her way up his stomach to his chest. Her tiny claws dug uncomfortably into his tender flesh as she moved, stirring him. Making her way to his shoulder, she began to cuddle against him, her sleek head rubbing up against his cheek as she softly puuuurred with pleasure. She had commanded the two human girls well and succeeded in finding her sparkly man.

Rolling his head in attempts to loosen the sore strain in his shoulders, he spoke with a weak voice, "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"That's a nice way to show your gratitude!" displeased, Shika frowned.

"I told you it was dangerous to come."

"Well, duh! Just look at what happened to you! And what's this I heard about you being a demon hunter or something? Shouldn't you be able to handle this cult stuff?"

"Knowing about the paranormal does nothing against strong sleeping pills."

"But didn't they like, train you or something?"

Sighing in aggravation, Cypher shook his wrists and rattled the handcuffs, "You may criticize me all you wish, my dear, but at least let me go first." He nodded over towards the table where his personal belongings sat, "My lock pick should be over there. If you would be so kind as to use them."

Shika turned to the table. The lock pick set sat beside his other miscellaneous items. She carefully sorted through them and grabbed the pick. Confused, she turned once again to Cypher and asked for directions. He began to explain to her how to pick the handcuffs, making sure to give her the best instructions he could and trying his best to remain patient as she jiggled the locks. A few minutes passed and the first pair of handcuffs were freed from his wrist. Politely, he took the set back from her and unlocked the second pair one-handed within moments.

Anxious to get out of bed, he quickly sat up causing Migisi to lose her balance. The bird madly flapped her wings as she fell into his lap, snapping her head towards him to scold him for his sudden movements. However, she quickly forgave him as he immediately began to scratch beneath her chin and on the front of her chest, "'Ello, Migs, my dear. Did you miss me?" She tilted her head and cooed with delight. This was more like it! She had trained him well.

Once Migisi was satisfied enough to quiet down, Cypher softly whistled, motioning her to his shoulder. She stood tall beside his head, taking pride in being back in her rightful place which gave Cypher the ability to reach his stomach without her being in the way. Quickly, he began to rebutton his shirt, leaving the top two buttons open in a hurry, before rising out of the bed slowly. His legs wobbled beneath him as the numbness remained in his limbs. The man caught his balance on the bedside table; Shika reached out towards him, offering to help him back to his feet but he refused. He took a deep breath before trying to stand again. Once completely on his feet, he grabbed his vest and quickly dressed himself, ignoring details.



Turning towards the door, he placed his fedora upon his head, "Shika, do you have that book Dr. Ross gave you?"

She tilted her head curiously as she handed it out to him, "Umm... Yes, here you go, but I need to tell you something real quick. There's this girl, Celeste, who said that the sorority has just been a cover up for satanic rituals that Madame Ashewood has been performing and..."

Cypher rose his hand to silence her, "Shh... I am thinking."

"But then Celeste said-"

"I do not doubt that there is more to his place than I am aware of, my dear, but I have fulfilled my duty to the AoM. I have come, investigated, and now I will return to fill out my report. It will be the AoM's decision as to what happens from there." He bent down and licked his fingers as he turned the pages, grinning.

"So you're not going to do anything...?"

He glanced up at her with a devious look in his eye, "Now, my dear, I never said that." Holding his hand out in front of himself, he cited a Latin passage from the book. The floor boards began to rumble from an invisible force; white light shot up through the cracks of the wooden planks as an unearthly portal spawned from the dirt below. The silhouette of a hideous creature could be seen climbing out from its depths, chipping away at the floor.

"What... What did you do?!"

Grabbing onto Shika’s arm, Cypher tugged her across the opening, "I just left that bloody bitch a good-bye present as a token of my gratitude for her wonderful hospitality."



“Hello? Yes, this is him....yes, this is the English AoM branch and you’re from where again - the American branch? Uh...yes we have an agent by that name. Why? Wait...he did what!?” Groaning, Jacob rubbed his sore eyes as his grip on the phone angrily tightened. “Just confine him the best you can and keep shit away from him! I’ll make the rearrangements on my end to get him sent back here. Yeah, thanks.” Slamming the phone onto his desk, he dug furiously in his pocket for his cigarettes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Goddamn it, David... I told you I didn’t want to deal with this bastard.”