EXISTENCE: Recovery

CHAPTER 2: Virgil

"I trust you know what your mission is?" 

"Oi, oi, I can understand you, sir. I've got it under control."

Sitting at a desk with a phone to his ear was a young, blonde-haired boy. The boy wore a confident look on his face. "I do like the house you've given me, though. It's very...quaint." The boy spoke with a clear London accent.

"As long as you pull through on your end of the deal, it's yours to do with as you see fit," replied the voice on the other of the phone. "Don't forget your mission, Tanner." The voice hung up.

The boy reclined in his chair and looked behind him. Sitting at the corner were boxes of furniture he'd managed to bring along with him. It had been quite a while since his arrival, and he had yet to unpack quite a bit of his things. 

He sighed to himself. Sooner or later I'm going to have to unpack. He looked back out his window and saw the two girls he usually saw enter the house across from his. He could hear their continuous chatter, but could never quite make out what it was they were saying. He dismissed it as nothing more than banter between girls. He moved away from the window and sat on his bed.

"If I stay here any longer I might just lose my mind." He pulled out a laptop from a bag sitting at the bed frame's side. "So much for continuing my search," he mulled, his thoughts flashing back to when he arrived nearly three months ago to Fox Bay.

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"So...you're the kid we were tipped about?"

Sitting in the police chief's office were the chief himself and the blonde-haired Londoner, Virgil. 

"I suppose that would be me." He crossed his legs. "But I'm still not clear on why you flew me out here. You need my powers?"

The chief settled into his chair, hands folded on his desk. "Mr. Virgil Tanner. How knowledgeable are you on the topic of a one, Tarek Antar?"

Virgil lifted his eyebrows. "Are you referring to my dad's old friend?"

The chief grinned. "So you are familiar with him. That'll make this so much easier."

"What exactly do you want with me?"

The chief stood up and looked out his window. "We have reason to believe, Virgil, that Tarek's son is unstable, and liable to cause some massive damage to this fair town." He looked back to the boy. "We'd greatly appreciate your efforts in subduing him."

"His son?" Virgil maintained his inquisitive look. "What happened to his son?"

The chief sat back down. "It seems that about a week ago, he and his friends were the target of a massive attack by some terrorists. His...friends, shall we say, were killed in the attack, but that young boy wiped out the remaining force. We've reason to believe that his emotions are still a mess, so we'd like for you to subdue him and bring him back - dead or alive." He gave a toothy grin. "Of course, we don't want this to be immediate. Take your time, establish some trust, and then...do what you gotta do."

Virgil glowered. "And what am I supposed to get out of this?"

"I've arranged for a house for you to live in, all expenses paid of course, and starting next August, you're to enroll in Fox Bay High. After the deed is done, you'll be more than compensated for your efforts. Are you in?"

Virgil thought for a minute, his eyes focusing for a second in the corner of the chief's room. He smiled. "Alright, Chief. I'll take you up on this offer." He stood up. "And where exactly will this promised house be?"