"Sir" a muffled voice called out. Wiping his warn and sweaty hand on his dress pants, "I've located another potential student, from the same area."

"Don't wait around," A gruffly, salt like voice snapped, the anger leaking through his voice, "Instead of letting me know of the 'student', bring the 'student' to me!"

"Sir" the voice protested desperately, "I can't just kidnap a child!"

"Weston!" was shouted over the phone, as the agitated leader pinched the bridge of his nose, over the phone, "How many times do I have to tell you, collecting the children shouldn't be this hard for you! Just get the kid and get out!"

Weston bit his lip, holding back is objection, "With all due respect Mr. Warwick, this kid has been part of human society since he was born, suddenly taking him would be seen as suspicious and we might have bigger issues to deal with."

"Weston," Mr. Warwick repeated, done with the conversation, "This is your last chance to prove yourself. I'll send you the information to give to the students' guardian, to get them off your back. Just for the love of God, bring the student to me."

"I will try sir," Weston responded, sounding forced and uncertain.

"No, not I will try," barked the voice, "We cover 7 states that's less than the other programs," He explained like an audiotape, clearly having said that before, "Just get the kid to campus, that's all I ask of you."

Weston hated his boss more then life itself. He hated the 'tasks' he was assigned just as much. He originally applied for the role as a history teacher, but Mr. Warwick claimed, 'he had potential to be more.' Giving Weston tasks that would surely be a life sentence if they police ever caught on. They made him feel unclean but this was his job and it provided for his family and him so he couldn't complain too much.

"I don't see you bringing the children in," He argued back, irritated at the lack of understanding with the task.

"I don't see you doing it either," snapped though the phone.

After both stayed silent for a minute, Weston spoke up, "I have a single request," Weston announced, raising his finger in the air as if it would be seen over the phone.

Warwick scoffed, "Do you see yourself in a position to be making demands?" a chair moving could be heard in the background, and Weston could only assume he was leaning back in his chair, like he always did. He would have a sinister smirk on his face, making himself seem of more value, and he would cross his arms, leaning back, 'relaxing' while giving a look making Weston feel insane for bring the topic up at all. "Humor me, Weston. What do you request?"

Weston let out a shaky breath into the phone, "After I bring this kid in," he paused, letting it sink in, "Allow me to work as a teacher," he could hear a light chuckle over the phone, "Anything would work, just allow me a chance to," he paused again trying to think of how to phrase it in his favor, "Persuade these students to the mindset and education you see fit."