Roll Call - 12

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Philip and Eacker sat in their new hotel room that they paid no money for, and that they never expected. They were writing out their plans.

"Okay, so here's what we know far. We are in some resistance now against Reynolds, yes?" Eacker asked. Philip nodded.

"Our first and primary mission is to get this guy, and give him this vile." Eacker held up the vile that the girl had given them. "Apparently, it looks like something that Reynolds has to use....on Anna. But instead, it's something different. Something good."

Philip stiffined. "I still don't understand what it is. I don't even know why we were chosen to do this. I-" Philip sighed shakily. "I just want Anna to be okay. I just wanna go home. I don't know where the fuck we are, and-and-" Eacker pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling them both down to the bed. He pulled back and hummed softly, running has hands through the freckled boy's hair.

"Sleep now, Philip. We have a big day ahead of us." He whispered warmly. Philip smiled and snuggled up to the smaller boy's neck. 

In this moment, they were safe.

But the sun would rise sooner rather than later.

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Anna screamed into her balled fists as she tried to punch her way through the wall again. Her eyes sagged with fatigue and she fell to the floor, sobbing and screaming at the same time. She looked around her confinement once more. No light, no food, no nothing. Her life had gone downhill so fast.

"SOMEONE!!! PLEASE, LET ME GO!!!" She screamed, banging relentlessly on the door. Of course, it never opened. Why would it? She ran back to ram into the door once more before it opened, and she fell through into the light. Her eyes widened as she flipped onto her back, looking around her. How long has it been?

"Oh, you were right, she is feisty."

"Get up." 

Anna tried to keep track of what was happening, but she couldn't focus on anything without the spinning of her head. She felt two arms haul her upwards and onto her feet.

"Are you sure she's the one?"

"Yes, I'm sure! You think I would risk my head when I'm in with Reynolds? Dumbass..."

"Hey it was just a question."

"Wh- where am I" Anna made out, coughing horribly. Silence followed. She growled.

"I said, where the FUCK AM I?!" She screamed, thrashing around and trying to break free from the person's grasp. She felt a pain in her neck before she stated getting sleepy. Really, really sleepy. She sighed and went limp, letting herself be taken away.

The man's grin was audible. "Yes, she is absolutely the one. By the time we are done with her, our world is going to change."

"I know, King. I know it is."

King smiled darkly.

"Our world is going to change."

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Philip and Eacker stared incredulously at the building. 

"Wow, when Aja said this was a bad school, she wasn't kidding." 

Aja, the girl who recruited them, had told them that the man they were hunting, Samuel, worked undercover in this very low-maintenance school. They just had to catch him at the right time. 

"So we are just gonna walk right in?" Eacker asked nervously, shifting the backpack on his shoulder. Philip shrugged.

"That's what Aja said. They won't notice cause no one in this school gives a damn." 

And with that, they walked into the school, dodging running kids and piles of trash throughout the halls. Both boys made their way to their classroom, and Eacker had to duck to avoid a paper airplane. He looked at Philip, who smiled boyishly. "Welcome to school."

They dropped their bags into a near by chair and looked to the front of the room for the teacher. A timid looking man with sandy blonde hair and small figure beckoned the class to sit down. Philip looked to Eacker with a look as they seated themselves. He was the one working for a criminal mastermind? 

"Okay class, please be seated. I'll be taking attendance now." He said, not caring to check if everyone was really seated or not. He called out everyone's names, and sat down. Not our names of course. 


"Okay, work on pages 11-20 in your math books." He said plainly with a fake smile, and then proceeded to look down at his paper and scribble. Philip and Eacker nodded to each other and stood up.

Samuel watched them approaching and smiled. "Hello, boys. How can I help you two?" The more Philip searched, he found that Samuel looked tired. Really, really tired. Eacker cleared his throat.

"Could you join us outside for a moment, sir?" He asked politely. Samuel cocked his eyebrow and stood up. He was much taller than them, Philip thought. Make an escape plan while you can, he thought to himself. Sam brought the two outside and crossed his arms. 

Philip stepped forward, the vile closed tightly in his fist. 

"We have something that you need." Or that you think you need.

Samuel visibly straightened. "Is that so?" He heard Eacker make a sound at the back of his throat, as he stepped closer to Philip. Philip looked around once before out-stretching his hand.

"Take it."

Samuel looked down at the vile with wide eyes. He looked up at the boys. "Wha-why do you two...children have this?!" He asked, throwing his arms in the air. Philip sushed him, looking around frantically.

"That doesn't matter. Just take the vile and we will be on our way." Philip grabbed Eacker's hand and started for the door. They almost made it when they heard it.

"Not so fast boys." Phlip's blood went cold. Keep walking. He turned around.

"What?" Samuel walked closer and closer, and Philip's heart beat got faster and faster. Samuel held out his hand, and Philip flinched before opening his eyes.

"300. Like boss asked me to give you." Philip eyed the money before taking it. 

"Right, I almost forgot." He grinned, and they fled the school.

As the two ran back to base, they felt a certain feeling flood their chests.

If they felt that doing these missions was what they were meant to do, they certainly didn't acknowledge it.

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Alex and Thomas, however, were oblivious to the fact that their son was about to stir up trouble, trouble that would bring them together and break them apart real fast.


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