"...are you gonna be okay?"
"I should be... My uncle went to that school, he said it was alright."
"Well, you know you can call us anytime, right?"
"I know that..."
"...have you packed all your stuff?"
"That reminds me. Sadie, I will need your set of crystals. Morgan, I need my rune books. Lucas, my weapons."
"You're still going hunting there??"
"Like I have a choice? I've been thoroughly studying that school's extensive history and it's sounds like it could definitely be a hotbed of things I should be looking out for. I should go prepared."
"Lemme see that brochure."
"...oh man, dude, you're going to need more than the stuff you packed!"
"...what?! I CAN'T GO THERE UNPREPARED!!"
"Okay calm down, we can handle this, we have time."
"Gimme everything! Hurry! We're off on a supplies trip! Go!"
"Here we go again..."
"Well, I'm out of ideas," Morgan huffed, tossing the large tome onto the table at such an arc that it shook the entire surface when it landed. "This is not my field. I have no data on the subject."
"I tried looking too, Dwight," Sadie shook her head, resting her chin on the back of the chair that she straddled. "But I don't have any kind of talisman that can possibly deal with this. Or--or even *protect* us from this!"
"We can't very well go in there blind," Laura glanced at the group. "If we're going to take down whatever that *bloody* thing that's been going after those women--"
Dwight groaned loudly, pale fingers embedded into his thick dark hair--the very image of frustrated desperation. "And you're absolutely *absolutely* sure that there's *nothing* online about this?!"
"Nothing conclusive," Lucas shook his head, hunched down and staring into the laptop. "Seriously, man. I tried."
"And we tried what we *could* find online, but it didn't do us any good. It only made things worse." Morgan pushed his glasses up and crossed his arms. "We're out of options. We need *help*."
Lucas raised his eyes to their leader. "You're going to have to call her, man."
"No!" Dwight's tone was halfway between growl and wail. "I can't--!"
"You *have* to, she's the only option!" Lucas retorted. "You know as well as I do that no one else will be able to help us in this particular field."
"I *can't*..." Dwight planted his face into the book in front of him. The book that yielded no help anyway. But it was better than considering what Lucas was suggesting. "I can't do it, I can't. I don't have the right to."
"We need help, *she will help*!" Lucas snapped.
"Excuse me, what is going on?" Laura raised an eyebrow.
"Dwight's being a whiny chicken." Lucas leaned back on his chair, making it creak. "Do it, man."
"I don't know what's going on, but I suggest you do it, Dwight," Morgan frowned. "If there's anything worth trying, we better try it or *someone* is going to die in that town, I can almost guarantee it."
"Yeah," Sadie looked even more concerned now. "Whatever it is, it can't be worse than letting the mayhem over there go on!"
All eyes fastened onto their leader. Dwight lifted his head a fraction, saw the expressions on their faces, and let out a long sigh, hauling himself to his feet with great effort. "Fine..." he muttered, trudging to the other side of the room.
"What's he doing?" Laura asked.
"I need to make an international call..." Dwight mumbled as he picked up the extension line in Morgan's library. He punched in several numbers, and muttered some things to the operator. The rest of the Hunter glanced at each other, puzzled, while Lucas just kept watch on him.
There was a pause, and in the silence, Dwight spoke again. "This is Dwight Houston, I'm a Hunter from Florida. I'd like to speak to--yeah I'll hold."
Another pause. Lucas smirked. The others stared.
And finally, Dwight said to the phone, "Hello, Ms. Alexandra Trese? I need your help."