Carol calmly leave the table and goes to do the dishes. Jonh drops his utensils and moves his chair close to Owen.

“Daddy?”

*sigh*

“Listen here son……..Do you want to keep…..going into missions?”

“Yup. Found them fun.”

“Don’t you think…..They are using you?”

“No……..I think…….”

“Son, let me tell you something.”

Jonh Picks up Owen and sits him on his lap.

“Sometimes, us adults, use eachother for personal benefits.”

“But aren’t they the goverment?”

“Yes, and what is the goverment comprise of?”

“Fancy Buildings?”

Jonh smiles at innocense of his young son.

“No, there are comprise of people Owen.”

“Them is…….Cris a goverment?”

“He is a part of them. Just the Muller and the soldiers around here.”

“But they are our friends what’s the problem, daddy?”

“You see son, they are using you. Do you remember the interview?”

“Yeah……so, thats why they kept asking strange questions?”

“Yes, so we are keeping a distance from them. I have already talked to Cris and Muller and they have accept this as our last mission.”

“But, daddy. I need to help the people of the country. Like I helped Mary, the people when we were at Salem and the ones at the museum.”

“I understand son. But trust me you have already done your job and now is time to rest. Think about the people next to you first. Like mommy and daddy.”

The boy lowers his head and started fidgeting his fingers.

“………Will we left Cris behind too? Since he is part of them?”

“No. He earned our loyalty and he is too tired of the goverment, so we are going far up north and live a peacefull life. Just like we had in Texas.”

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“I understand……But.”

“I know that you’re worried but let me tell you a secret son…….”

“Yes….”

“Every time that we went to fight thouse monsters…….There was a small chance of us getting hurt or killed……You saw this did’nt you.”

“But…..they have they helped me get better. Why would’nt they help you too.”

“Because we are not important to them son……So you don’t wanna me or your mommy, uncle Sam and Mike to get killed, don’t you Owen?”

“……..No….”

“So will you follow mommy and daddy?”

“Of course…”

The boy hugs his father and weeping and murmuring as his father hugs him too.

*sniff sniff*

“Fuahhhh!!!”

Suddenly Phyro interupts this moment as he starts to wag his tails franticly and drowlling uncontrollbly. In a secound he runs towards Carol’s feet.

“Ohhhh….Becarefull Phyro almost stomped you.”

“Fuahhhhh!!!!”

*drowlling*

“Wanna a bite too It’s almost ready.”

Curious Jonh and Owen came closer to see what was happening.

“Mommy?”

“What’s going on Carol?”

As they peek through the conner they saw Carol holding a pan pie, still steaming, as Phyro was jumping and cling to her like a dog ready to get a treat.

“Somebody wants a dessert?”

“Of course, honey.”

“Yeaaay. Sweets.”

“Fuaaaaahh!!!!!”

Although the pie was not large It fufilled their hearths and bslly after a tense conversation and a gruelling battle. After this Jonh and Carol put their son too sleep alongside his compainion. Knowing and praying that for now things were going alright.

Knoc knoc*

“(muffled) Jonh.”

The faint sound of someone calling him makes Jonh get out of his bed. He carefully moves between the floor tiles to not interupt his son’s and wife’s sleep.

“(muffled) Jonh? Can you hear me?”

“(quietly) Yeah. Who is It?”

“(muffled) It’s me, Cris.”

Jonh quietly leaves the lodge to meet with Cris in the hallway of the barracks.

“Sorry for calling you this hour.”

“No problem. I recived the letter so I knew you would call me eventually.”

“Got Owen’s tag with you?”

Jonh searches his pockets until he pulls the object.

“So lets go to the spot. Cannot keep them waiting.”

“Right after you buddy.”

They quietly leave the building and went into the dark streets of Richmont. The town once filled with soldiers and people is now strangely quiet and empty.

*Distance engine sound*

“Jonh quick.”

“Wha-”

Cris grabbed Jonh by his shirt and drags him towards a nearby alleway. Making the signal for him to stay quiet they saw the military truck slowly drive by with soldiers holding their flashlights and pointed at every directions. Jonh and Cris hidded behind a trash bin trying to not get caught.

"(quietly) Who are they, Cris?”

“(quietly) They are the goverment dogs. Beem patroling every day since they came. Better not be caught by them.”

“(quietly) Any connections with Muller?”

“(quietly) No, probabilly looking for someone to interrogate or a werewolf to kill.”

They leave their hide spot and go to the meeting spot.

*cracking glass*

Jonh and Cris were alarmed after they saw shadows skidding around the place.

*guns pointing*

“The fuck are you!?!?!?”

“Calm down Sam. It me and Cris.”

Sam and Mike point their flashlights toward Jonh’s voice. They sighed in relif getting out of their hide spot. Sam and Mike go to see their buddies.

*strong handshake*

“Sorry for the harsh warning, buddy.”

“No need to apologize. I saw what’s happening outside. This was safety you did the right thing Sam.”

“So you two saw the shit thats beem going on out there, haven’t you?”

Cris intermingles in the conversation of the three friends.

“Of course the goverment’s dogs are going around and sniffing every inch of this place Mike.”

“Oh….Great to see our leader intact. Any info about our next move in the battle for D.C?”

“Plentiful. We might need to seat down there’s a lot to talk about.”

They all sit down in a table far away from the window. Using a discreet light they place in the middle of the table as Cris unveils the information he got.