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[About two months later]
Sammy Stevens and Ben Arnold were having a nice, quiet, peaceful night in the Station where they ran their late night radio show.
Almost TOO quiet.
"You've heard our story, now let's hear yours! We're going to the phones." Sammy said, rattling off the stations phone number.
Elsewhere, two men sitting in their rental car perked up.
"Did you get that?" The taller man asked, leaning over.
"Yes! Now shh!" The smaller of the two replied sharply.
Back in the radio station, the caller board was lighting up.
"Got a topic for tonight, Ben?" Sammy asked, glancing at his tiny friend.
"Nope! Just thought we'd taking it easy, dude." Ben replied cheerfully, leaning back in his chair.
"Alright!" Sammy laughed, "Let's see, lucky line three, you are live!"
A voice crackled through Sammy and Ben's headphones.
The voice was unfamiliar, and had a British accent. Ben looked nervously at Sammy. The only person in this town who had a British accent, or at least pretended to, was the weird spider cult guy, and they were NOT in the mood.
"Hello? Hello? Is this, um... is this King Falls AM?" asked the voice, sounding uncomfortable.
"Yessir, you are live." Sammy replied. "May I asked who's calling?"
The voice was quiet for a brief moment. "My name is Lucifer Kane. I'm a private investigator." He said. "I'm here with my colleague, Brutus Feels. We, ah... we think we can help."
Sammy and Ben exchanged glances.
"Uhhh... help with what?" Ben asked, leaning forward.
"Oh please, Benjamin." Kane said.
"Wh-" Ben started to say, confused as to why this weirdo knew his name already.
"Jack Wright." He interrupted, voice echoing in their headphones. "We can get him back."
Both men in the radio station were silent.
Sammy's hands shook, and his mouth felt dry. The world around him faded to background noise and color. His head spun and it was hard to breathe.
They couldn't possibly know about Jack, there was no way, this man wasn't from here, he had no way of- this wasn't right, something else was going on. They couldn't possibly know the connection, how did he know? How did they know? They cant know, they can't they can't theycanttheycanttheyCANTTHEYCANT-
Sammy Stevens couldn't breathe.
Ben's voice broke the silence.
"Pssh. Yeah, right." He scoffed, trying to sound unimpressed, though there was a waiver to his voice that suggested otherwise. "They probably just looked us up. This Lucifer Kane guy even just SOUNDS crazy, dude."
Somewhere, in a car, Brutus Feels stifled a laugh.
"Lets just take another caller, Sa-" Ben began, but was cut off by Sammy.
"Wait, Ben." His voice was low, and shaky.
There was a pause, static in the radio silence crackling throughout the broadcast.
"Lucifer Kane, was it?" Sammy asked, finally.
Kane smiled, and leaned back in the driver's seat, knowing he had won. "Just Kane is fine."
"...right." Sammy replied, "Meet us at Roses Diner, at 6:30."
"WH-! SAMMY!!!" Ben exclaimed, sitting straight up and looking at Sammy in astonishment.
Kane grinned and suppressed a triumphant laugh. "Right-o, chap! We'll see you there!"
He hung up, and gave Brutus a high five.
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Elsewhere in the sleepy little town, a group of men exchanged looks. This wasn't good.
The Heart, the Protector, the Promised, and the One were already too strong on their own.
They were aware of the Anchor and the Shaman, of course, they were aware of all things. When they had heard that the two had been reincarnated and reunited in London, they thought they'd be safe this time around. They could finally finish their plans, after years of waiting (and after killing off the last reincarnation of the Anchor and Shaman).
They should've known that the Anchor would eventually receive a message, or a sign from the Forgotten, for Jack Wright was stronger than the others they had lured into the Void. But now the Anchor and Shaman were aware, and it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose, and they discovered the truth.
Unless they could do something about it.
Unless they could split the Anchor and the Shaman.