Thomas began to scratch his head, "So Hannah isn't the werewolf? How can you be so sure? She was the last suspect on my list!"
"Tyler said she didn't display the normal signs of a werewolf. No locks on the doors, definitely no hair growing, and she was holding silver cutlery when she answered the door." Roxy did her best to lie, not wanting to bring Thomas into the realm of insanity that they had witnessed.
"So what? We give up?" Thomas asked with an annoyed tone.
"Who said anything about giving up? I say we work as a team and hunt this beast down. Any news on Robert?" Tyler asked.
"Still no leads. Don't worry, Tyler! We will find him." Even if he didn't believe his own words, Thomas tried to reassure him, "Go home and get some rest. You look like shit. Things are pretty stressful at the moment for you both. Have a drink on me." Thomas walked to the door, opening it for them to leave.
"Maybe your right. We could do with a break after everything. Get our heads straight and start preparing the baby stuff for the little one." Roxy agreed, waiting in the doorway for Tyler to join.
"You know, you'll have to get a car or something when the little one arrives. You can't haul them around on the back of your bike!" Thomas explained, chuckling at the thought.
"I've got that covered. Got one that's being specially delivered and ready to go."
Roxy looked stunned, "You bought a car without talking to me first? Is it safe for the baby?" She sounded worried, concerned Tyler had not thought about it much. Then, her brows narrowed as she asked, "You didn't buy a Chevy Impala, did you? God, you love that show!"
"What show?" Thomas asked with laughter.
"Supernatural! We've been binge-watching it at the moment. It's two brothers who are demon hunters! It's our life!" Tyler explained the plot, refusing to miss out on any detail. "You'll have to come over one night, take the evening off and watch a few episodes with us!"
"I'll take you up on that offer soon! Now go and get your baby stuff ready! Jesus Tyler!" Thomas chuckled, pushing him out the door, "I'll see you at school tomorrow." Thomas shut the door in their faces, preventing them from staying any longer. Logging onto his computer, he pulled up and clicked on a single file on his desktop labelled 'Case 79'. Upon opening, his desktop was filled with images and witness statements from the police database. Scratching his chin, the words "Robert. What have you been doing," crept out his mouth with fear as he flicked through the security footage, afraid of what he was witnessing.
Tyler flipped through the pages swiftly, baffled by the instructions he was reading. "How in any world does A slot into B!" He held up two pieces of wood to Roxy, who was busy setting up their new pram quickly. "Wow! A Master Hunter and yet so useless at building a cot." She chuckled, wrapping her hands around him from behind in an embrace. "So, are you gonna tell me what car we have now?" She teased.
"Not. Just know you're going to love it!" Tyler responded. Before Roxy could get a word in edgewise, Tyler's phone began to ring, the caller 'Unknown'.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Mr Brown, you're presence is required at the Hall immediately. The Grand Master wishes to speak with you." The call cut off, leaving Tyler to hear just a single dial tone.
"That was the Hunters." He sighed as he stood up, "They want me to go to the Hall for something."
"Do you think it's to do with what your mum said? About your father? Maybe I should come with you."
"It's okay, Rox!" He kissed her forehead, calming her frantic nerves, "I'm sure they want to discuss my werewolf findings. Not that there is anything to disclose there. He reached for his jacket, "I'll be back in no time. Don't finish this without me! Make sure you have a rest. You've done loads for me today!" He kissed her goodbye and flung his leg over Roxy's bike, heading off to the Hunter Halls to meet with the Grand Master.
"Mr Brown! It's good to see you. How goes the Werewolf hunting?" The Grand Master asked, his white beard dangling off the railing.
"I'm still searching. But, unfortunately, the Vigilante came up cold with answers. They're just as stumped as we are, but I'm doing everything possible to find it before more people die."
"That's good to hear, but not why I called you in. I have something that you might appreciate. A break of sorts."
Tyler looked confused, "What are you talking about? I don't think a break is what I need right now."
"A break from the mission. I was hoping you could lead the newest team of Hunters on a political mission. A dossier is being delivered to your door with a special target and all the information inside. Your job is to protect them at all costs, or else the entire country will be in chaos. I know it isn't usually our style, but let's say that we and the target mutually agree. Understood?"
Tyler didn't dare to ask any questions, fearing the response he would get. "Yes, Sir. These new Hunters, who are they?"
The Grand Master gestured for him to turn around - standing behind him were his old friends, Charity, Max, Elvie and Ava. He rushed to hug them.
"Guys! You're Hunters now?" He asked excitedly. He had barely seen them other than the rare free-running escapades for a long time.
"Yeah, man! We just finished our training! It's good to see you out and about! We heard what happened." Max said, his hand placed on Tyler's shoulder.
"I'd love to explain it properly over a drink at mine?" Tyler asked.
"Lead the way!" Chimed Charity, pulling on Elvie's arm.
"Mr Brown!" A voice bellowed from behind, authoritative and controlling, "Wait there, just one second." The Grand Master began to descend the stone steps from where he usually stood.
"I have a gift for you and Miss Smith. And the little one, of course. If you could kindly bring her here before your assignment, I would love to present it to you both. But, in the meantime, please take this for your little one when she arrives." The Grand Master presented Tyler with a small silver ring, marked with Nordic bands along the outside and a Vegvisir in the middle. Tyler looked long and hard at the gift, trying to translate its meaning.
"A Vegvisir. The Vikings believed this symbol would allow them to find their way home on the darkest and stormiest nights on the sea. I hope this gives you trust that they will always return home to you."