See the Light
Prologue
"Requesting permission to speak freely, sir," a booming voice drawled.
"Granted."
"Sir, it's been twelve years since Kimberly's death, we aren't going to find her accomplices."
"Of course we will. Professor Dementor never loses a war. He may lose a battle or two..."
There was a pause as Dementor pressed a button, and the henchman disappeared.
"But he never loses a war."
Scott Forest sat in his apartment's kitchen, overlooking the Golden Gate bridge, when the phone rang. He picked up. "Yo, Forest!" The other voice practically sang.
"Hey, Syd. You haven't changed in twelve years, have you?"
"Nope!" Sydney Mankey's voice seemed happy, something Scott hadn't seen in thirteen years.
"So, what's new?"
"Nothing, just some info on Dementor."
"What do you have?"
"Just locations of his lair."
"Well, that's better than nothing." Scott mumbled. "So, how's everything going for you?"
"Good, I published a book."
"Yeah, I know. I read it."
"It wasn't exactly New York Times' Bestseller, but it does bring in the money..."
"Yeah, I guess. So, how are you?"
"Can't complain, I've been researching Dementor, keeping up with three kids, and that kind of stuff."
"Have you talked to the others lately?"
"Yeah, I did. Des called a couple of days ago."
"Where is she now, anyway?"
"Archaeological dig in Chile." Syd responded.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to Sam?"
"I'm not sure. I think she's still in Middleton. I'm pretty sure she works for Global Justice, at least that's what I heard."
"Really?"
"Yeah...listen, I've gotta go. See ya." Syd hung up.
Syd was always one to keep things light, as Scott was, before Kim died. Now she still had that spark, but not as much. Scott had completely lost it. Although there were a few laughs four years ago when everyone had met up, it was entirely serious the other times. The group relayed messages every few months, and so they knew about things that were going on. Sam Perfect had married Will Du ten years ago, and they had been happily married ever since.
Back in Minnesota, Syd's phone rang. "Hi." The voice said.
"Yo, Stoppable!" the 28-year old greeted her brother-in-law.
"Hey hey, Syd!"
"'Sup?"
"Nothing much. Just wanted to tell you about something we found."
"What?"
"One of Dementor's old lairs."
"I'm on my way."
Click.
"Requesting permission to speak freely, sir," a booming voice drawled.
"Granted."
"Sir, it's been twelve years since Kimberly's death, we aren't going to find her accomplices."
"Of course we will. Professor Dementor never loses a war. He may lose a battle or two..."
There was a pause as Dementor pressed a button, and the henchman disappeared.
"But he never loses a war."
Scott Forest sat in his apartment's kitchen, overlooking the Golden Gate bridge, when the phone rang. He picked up. "Yo, Forest!" The other voice practically sang.
"Hey, Syd. You haven't changed in twelve years, have you?"
"Nope!" Sydney Mankey's voice seemed happy, something Scott hadn't seen in thirteen years.
"So, what's new?"
"Nothing, just some info on Dementor."
"What do you have?"
"Just locations of his lair."
"Well, that's better than nothing." Scott mumbled. "So, how's everything going for you?"
"Good, I published a book."
"Yeah, I know. I read it."
"It wasn't exactly New York Times' Bestseller, but it does bring in the money..."
"Yeah, I guess. So, how are you?"
"Can't complain, I've been researching Dementor, keeping up with three kids, and that kind of stuff."
"Have you talked to the others lately?"
"Yeah, I did. Des called a couple of days ago."
"Where is she now, anyway?"
"Archaeological dig in Chile." Syd responded.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"What happened to Sam?"
"I'm not sure. I think she's still in Middleton. I'm pretty sure she works for Global Justice, at least that's what I heard."
"Really?"
"Yeah...listen, I've gotta go. See ya." Syd hung up.
Syd was always one to keep things light, as Scott was, before Kim died. Now she still had that spark, but not as much. Scott had completely lost it. Although there were a few laughs four years ago when everyone had met up, it was entirely serious the other times. The group relayed messages every few months, and so they knew about things that were going on. Sam Perfect had married Will Du ten years ago, and they had been happily married ever since.
Back in Minnesota, Syd's phone rang. "Hi." The voice said.
"Yo, Stoppable!" the 28-year old greeted her brother-in-law.
"Hey hey, Syd!"
"'Sup?"
"Nothing much. Just wanted to tell you about something we found."
"What?"
"One of Dementor's old lairs."
"I'm on my way."
Click.