The Vanisher

Back a few years ago, one of the world's most mysterious crimes ever committed left everyone stooped.
To this day, the goal and the criminal are still a mystery.
But, what people don't know what that the crime wasn't meant to be a crime in the first place.
The Vanisher, after many years, has returned with a mission, one that could change the world forever.


16. Happening

"You're sure it was them?" Director Jones asked me.


"And that's all you heard?  Nothing else that could help us?"

"That's it."

"I knew Campbell was capable of doing horrible stuff, but this-" He sits down in his chair.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't find anything else sir, but I figured that you better know what he plans to do.  Maybe that way we could look out for signs or suspicious behavior."

"I know, we'll be on lookout.  In the meantime, I need you to keep a very good eye on him.  He so much as breathes suspiciously, let us know immediately."

"Understood.  Now, I, uh have to go." I say, quickly walking to the door.

Director Jones stand up.

"Why?  We need to further discuss your mission-"

I turn around and pause, door knob in my hand.

"I, uh, have a school report....math rehearsal...."

"Oh, right, school, yeah, go so we don't have to have a phone call or something."

With that I walk out the door, heading off to school.

Man, that is weird.  Who'd ever thought I'd be going to school?  On purpose?


"Time's up!  Turn in your tests onto the front table please!  I'll see all of you Monday!" Ms. Opal says.

I look at my test.

Wow.  If she can read any of this, I'll be impressed.

Oh well.

I put my paper in the stack and head out into the hallway.

"Ragan!" Tim says, running up to me.  "Please tell what was on the test!  I have it sixth period."

I look at him.

"No." I smirk.

"Come on, Ragan-" 

"Tim, that's cheating." I tease.  

"Oh like you've never cheated.  When Mrs. Monroe left during the History Test, who gave YOU the answers?" 

"It was my first day!  Totally different."

"No!  Sharing is caring!  Now, please Ragan...." he begs as we walk into the band room.  I stop in front of my band locker and look at him.

"Fine." I say, pulling out a copy of the test.  Tim looks at it, wide eyed.  "I may have snagged one of her desk for you.  You're welcome." I wink.

"Man, you snuck this off Crazy O's desk?  Damn, you got skills." He says, walking off.

Oh, Timmy you have NO idea.

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