The Tale of Toothy

-prologue-

"What do we have so far?"

David, president of the NSA, sank even lower into his chair. It had been a long night, discussing security issues and arguing over precautions. Even the NSA president could barely keep his eyes open. He took another sip of his much-needed coffee, and tried to tune in to what Steve was saying.

"...and of course we'll have to set up an extra firewall for social media websites-"

"Do social media websites really need an extra firewall? I don't think we should waste our time on that." 

Everyone in the room collectively groaned. The person who had interjected was Mitchel, who would always contradict everything everyone said. There were hard people to work with, and then there was Mitchel. And on a night like that, no one wanted to hear Mitchel. 

"I'm only being honest. We don't need to set up an extra firewall!"

Roger stood up from the opposite side of the room. "Mitchel, this is the twenty-seventh time you've disagreed with Steve tonight. Sit down." 

"You know what Roger? I wouldn't be talking when you're the one who slapped..."

David zoned out yet again as the room fell into chaos, everyone arguing over something pointless. He wished something, anything could happen to get him out of there. He would give his soul to get out of that room.

Suddenly, the door to the conference room swung open. All the chatter haulted as everyone looked up to see who it was. A boy, about thirteen years old, stood in the doorway, his eyes wild and angry. "Where's David?!" he demanded.

"Uh, sorry kid, but this is kind of an adults only thing..." Roger said to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. The kid shrugged it off and sent Roger a glare. Then his eyes widened as he had a look of sudden realization. "Hey, aren't you the guy who slapped-"

"I'm right here!" David announced, standing up. Finally, he could get out of there. Though, he didn't know that boy, or how he got in. 

"I need to talk to you right now." The kid said, his attenion moving away from Roger. David nodded. "Meeting dismissed!" he called out. Everyone except Mitchel sighed a breath of relief as they got their things and left the room. Once the last person was gone, David closed the door.

"Now, kid, I'm not sure who you are or how you got in here,"

"I need a favor." The boy said, a sadistic smile growing on his face. 

"Sir, my name is Nick Smith. And I need to hunt down a certain person by the name of toothy the carnivore."