“Phone’s ringing Miles!” Shouted Lauren, Miles’ mom, “It’s the same number that has been calling for three days. You may want to answer sometime within this century!” Miles was fed up enough because his mom took his iPod three days ago, so he didn’t get “distracted” from his home work. Now he couldn’t listen to his Slipknot and Five Finger Death Punch off his laptop because the internet was down. Now his mom was yelling at him to answer the phone that has been ringing off the hook with what was most likely just the government calling to bill us with even more dumb fees. “I’ll get it if you forward the call to the phone up here mom!” he shouted back from his bedroom, or where he spent most of his time tracking down the supernatural weirdness among his neighborhood. There had been three unexplained and unnatural murders in the five days that Miles got home from football camp.
The phone right outside Miles’ door began to ring. After two rings, he decided to finally get up and answer it. “Hello, Miles Antes speaking,” he tried his best to sound non-irritated. “Agent M.A. Nice to hear you again,” it was Agent J.C., Miles’ boss at HQ of Supernatural Investigation, “I assume you’ve seen the news broadcasting all the ‘impossible’ murders.” “Agent J.C. am I ever so glad to talk to you. Yes sir,” Miles answered, “I’ve seen it, as well as the unusual readings of shadows of radiation around the perimeters where the killings took place.” The line went quiet and made Miles’ ear ring. “Sorry for the holdup M.A. It seems as if we found you a partner for the mission you must embark on in the morning,” Miles was shocked. He had never done a mission with someone else, let alone a certified agent, “If you dial 3-3-2, you will reach your assigned colleague. She will update you with her info,” I have to work with a girl?! Thought Miles quietly, “Good night agent. Over and out.”
