"FENTON!"
Baby blue orbs searched, frantically, for a place to hide. Eventually, they locked onto a closet. He held his breath when a dark shadow loomed from behind the door.
"Found you," it chuckled, darkly. Out of fear, he flew through the ceiling.
In a broken down neighborhood far away, mysterious figures gathered.
"So, what is it this time?" Asked the voice of a young male.
"Yes," hissed a sultry female in agreement. "Why DID you call us, Zin?"
"If you must know," answered a weezy, high voice. "We have received another mission."
"Really?"
"Yes."
From out of the darkness, a photo was sent spinning across the room. It burrowed into the wall, rattling slightly from impact. On it... an ivory-skinned boy with jet black hair and baby blue eyes, wearing a T-shirt and trademark blue jeans.
"So," started a husky female. "When do we begin?"
"Not yet," replied the wheezy one. "We have, first, to meet our employer. A certain, Vlad Masters."
"Heh... the typical rich guy."
"Hey, it's better than nothing."
"I guess..."
"Whatever."