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Hunter looked in on his wife: she was fast asleep in the living room, Caleb sleeping on her stomach. Seeing the two like this, so peaceful, so serene, it reminded him of why he did his job in the first place. He then walked back into the kitchen, sitting at the table with Darius.
“I’m so proud of you, son,” Darius commented, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks,” Hunter chuckled. His expression then became more stern and serious. He pulled out a small notepad and handed it to Darius. “Here, it’s all the info I was able to get out of them before Willow gave birth.”
Darius looked through the notepad thoroughly, quickly taking in all the information he could. “Excellent work. Are you any closer to uncovering their plans.”
Hunter shook his head. “Afraid not. They don’t trust initiates with classified information.”
Darius stowed the notepad in his pocket. “I see, either way, the president will appreciate your work.”
Hunter smiled before standing up and summoning his palisman, Flapjack. He then walked to the living room. Darius stood up, grabbing his shoulder to stop him.
“You know you can stay a little longer.”
“The longer I’m gone, the more suspicious they’ll become of me,” he said before looking at Willow and Caleb. “And if I don’t keep an eye on them, that’s more danger they could put my family in.”
In a puff of smoke, Hunter was now dressed in white robes with golden accents. Over his face he wore a silver mask resembling a plague doctors. He made his way over to his sleeping wife and son, removing his mask and kissing them both gently on the forehead. He then walked over to the back door, opening it.
“Just be careful, son,” Darius pleaded.
Hunter looked back at his father and nodded “I will,” he replied before slipping on the mask. “Besides, someone’s gotta keep an eye on the Cult of Belos.”
Flapjack formed into a staff, and he and Hunter flew off into the night sky. Darius watched concerned for his son’s safety.