Chapter 11: Late-Night Caller
Summary: David makes a phone call.
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Sephrim Mitchell jerked out of bed as a ringing sound jostled his eardrums. The cold, wood floor of his bedroom met his bare shoulder. He pushed himself up and reached for his cell phone.
"Unless the end of the world is coming, I'm gonna hang up," he said to the caller.
"This may very well be the end of the world, Sephrim. At least the end of ours. So if you hang up on me, I'm just gonna keep calling back."
Sephrim leaned against the side of his bed as the blackness slowly dissipated and rubbed his sore arm. "David, hey, what's goin' on? I haven't heard from you in....well, a long time. Last thing I caught concerning you was that the Counsel had killed Dakota's...girlfriend and that he'd disappeared. Then you did too." He said.
"Ah, so you have been paying attention to the news, eh?"
"Oh course I have. Now would you like to inform me about what's going on in full detail? Where did you go? Do you know where Dakota is? Why haven't you run in and taken over the Counsel?"
"Slow down! I can't tell you where Dakota is, I'm in Katy Texas and I have no desire to take over the Counsel - yet. Any other questions you have will be answered in time. But I will say that I need you to help us out a bit." David said.
Sephrim rubbed the scar on his bare chest and yawned. "How exactly can I do that?"
"Our two friends Xander Collins and Karma have been sent by the Counsel to look for Dakota-"
"Xander Collins?" Sephrim asked. "That creep is doing work for the Counsel? Last time I heard from Xander Dakota had caught him in the act of killing someone for pleasure. Isn't he in jail, or on trial, or something?"
"Yeah well, our leader Paul is willing to go to any depths to make sure that 'justice' is served, no matter how low."
"Man I hate that jerk. How could anyone get him out of jail? His record is longer than my-"
"Focus, Sephrim, I need you to find them. Slow them down if you can, but more importantly, make sure they don't hurt anyone while they're looking for Dakota. Though I'm afraid we might be too late to do that."
"We have to be legal about this, don't we?" Sephrim asked disappointedly.
"Absolutely, we're already in trouble as it is. We don't need any blood on our hands."
"After what they did to Dakota's girlfriend you're tellin' me to keep my hands clean? I want to rip Collins limb from limb." He grinned evily.
"I mean it Seph, hands clean. We can't sink to their level."
