Fifteen years later, things had changed so much in the Magic industry. The department had demoted Allen after his scuttle with Ivan, and in his place was a new president. Sebastian Brown of Canada was primarily French, outranking all his other associates. Especially Allen, the janitor.
The rule for the department was everyone that worked there had to be wizard or witch, due to safety standards. Somebody had to manage the cleanliness, but Allen wasn't having it. He had spent the last fifteen years locked up in some stupid old job, so he decided to invite his old associates of his he had worked with years prior to a meeting outside the building.
The duo of Socrates and Zeus waited annoyed for there previous boss outside the building, when he finally appeared from the corner.
"Bos- I mean Janitor- where have you been?" Zeus demanded, while Socrates laughed at the prospect of his old boss being demoted to a janitor. Zeus was a bold man, and someone you wouldn't want to mess with.
"Just running errands. It is a pleasure to meet with you again, Socrates. And Zeus. When's the last time I saw you?" McCarthy wondered, as he went to give his old friend a hug.
"I'm actually Zeus. This is Socrates. And don't touch me." Zeus shoved the man off of him, while Socrates couldn't contain his laughter.
"Well sorry. Don't get too happy." McCarthy lost his sense of power and was hardly recommended strong in his newfound job. He fell off the hook, growing a beard on his face, getting increasingly fat and becoming a highly toxic alcoholic. As he chuckled at his own joke, Zeus didn't find this funny and pinned him against the wall with an intimidating look. His bulky arms pressed up against McCarthy.
"What do you need?" Zeus ordered angrily. McCarthys expression changed, and he was let go.
"Well- Zeus. Socrates. You two are very hard workers. Bold, strong. Truly, you two are.
"McCarthy ranted, but was stopped short by Socrates, stepping beside his friend, Zeus. They together were bounty hunters, out to eliminate any normal humans that got in the way of magic. They had one job and one job only, to leave no trace of magic in the world. There karate skills were extremely well, and could easily beat the life out of anyone.
"Get to the point." Zeus snarled, crossing his arms in dominance.
"I was just about to get to it. Anyways, you guys are severely underrated. So I was thinking. We could prove ourselves if we storm the office and take charge of the palace. Sound like a deal?" McCarthy suggested with a grin. Zeus looked at him like he was crazy, and to be fair, he was.
"I'm sorry what?" Zeus yelled, throwing his hands up in the air at the sheer thought of storming the office, a highly secured area of the building, much less accessing the documents.
"That sounds great!" Socrates agreed, nodding his head. Zeus slapped his face, leaving a bright red mark.
"Are you crazy man? There's no way we can storm the office! There's too much security, will die immediately. I'm telling you, this is one hell of a suicide mission." Zeus argued, as Socrates inspected his injury.
"Are you scared Zeus? I know you more well than anyone here, maybe more than Socrates, and I know how much power you possess. It's only a suicide mission if you're not in it." McCarthy coaxed, laying a head on his friend. Zeus was considering his options, deep in thought. Granted, he was extremely powerful and could break anyone's bones with a few swift movements, but the prospect of trying to charge at six armed man was hard to do, even for a strong man like him.
"I mean, do we have a plan?" Socrates leaned against the messy wall.
"I have the keys that unlock the entire place. You have the better brains of any of us." McCarthy thought that his plan would fail, but surprisingly he was convincing the insatiable duo to submit to his idea.
"Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you, hear that?" Zeus spat, pointing a finger at his ex-boss nervously. No doubt about it, trying to storm the main office of the department of magic, even if you failed, you would be expelled from working there. That means your wand would be returned by force, and you would be shipped off to America to live as a regular person. No magic or talking about it whatsoever, or he will have bounty hunters coming after him. Kind of ironic.
"That's totally fine." McCarthy assured, tossing silver keys to his friend, catching it in his hands and inspecting it. "What are we waiting for?" *William had never been in Jail until now. He sat in a cell bed with his friends, Rob situated angrily on the top lid of a toilet, trying to find a comfortable position to get some rest. Hannah wasn't having it, hands glued to the bars in the jail.
They wouldn't be here if they hadn't fought Bill, destroyed company property, and Rob resisted arrest.
"Let me out of here. I had no part in this." Hannah begged with a tint of anger in her voice. Her grip grew tighter as she scowled at the police officer. Hannah was a good girl, the teachers pet, but she also had a temper that she released when needed.
Four police officers resting around the table laughed like she was some sort of joke, ignoring her pleads for help.
"This will stay on my criminal record. I can't get into college. I'll be dead!" Hannah screamed, messing up her brunette hair with her flailing hands. As she screamed for forgiveness, the chief of police, looking unexpectedly stressed out.
"It's the chief!" Robert announced as the chief walked over to the trio, mystified by what he had to say. He was wearing a brown Indiana Jones style hat, with a similarly brown jacket, white shoes, and traditional clothing. The chief dug his hands in his pockets, staring down the children, stumbling for the right words.
"Uh- William. There's something you need to see... it's your mother. Bring your friends. I'm chief Ashton by the way." He took a slim key from his coat pocket and promptly unlocked the jail cell, nodding his head at the children and reaching a hand out to William.
"Is she hurt?" William blurted as he reached his hand out slowly and shook the police chiefs hand.
"Yes. Just see for yourself." Hannah gave the two-finger salute to the officers, in awe as the trio of juvenile delinquents walked out with there boss to there dismay.
Outside it was a jumble of chaos and madness. Screaming, ambulances screaming aloud while buzzing past the teenagers. Right in the middle of the crowd of cars and people, was a familiar face. Williams mom, incredibly sickly. Medical officials were shouting, but all William focused on his unconscious mom. Tears streamed down his face, and Hannah patted his back.
"She, well, from what I've been hearing, suffered a heart attack." The chief sadly admitted. William watched as his mother was helplessly loaded into the trunk of an ambulance on a stretcher.
Ashton put a hand on the younglings shoulder. "We better get to my car." He spoke, starting to walk towards the all crooked parking lot. "If not you might never say goodbye."
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The Eight Amulets, Vol. 1
General FictionEvery since William had arrived in Springfield, things had gone haywire. Car crashes, bullies, and trouble following him everywhere. But then there was a final straw when his mom became incredibly sick. It all leads to one curse, and it's down to Wi...
