It was 2am in Attleboro, Massachusetts. Cahill Command, built near the ruins of Grace Cahill's once grand mansion, was quiet save for the steady beeping of machinery. The Madrigals, tired and frustrated from another long day with no results, had all finally retired to their own beds - all, that is, except one.
A lone figure sat at a monitor, the light from its screen casting a shadow over his young face, going over some video footage. The teenager watched the security footage from a few days previous with narrowed eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Really, Amy?" he muttered as the girl laughed onscreen at something another boy had said. "Really? ...That's it. This means war." He had had enough. It annoyed him to see Amy with other guys - who were they to hang out with her? - but this one just plain aggravated him. Before he came, Amy used to hang out with him a lot more. He'd never admit it to the others, but he rather missed those special moments they'd shared together.
Reaching across the dimly lit desk, he grabbed a pen and notepad and began to plan. He mourned the fact that he wouldn't be able to get rid of the other boy completely, but he was not about to just sit back and watch how events would unfold. A grin spread across his face as he imagined some of the things he could do to get the guy to back off... The boy's daydream was interrupted by the sudden beeping of his watch. He looked down at it, and quickly realized that someone would notice if he stayed any longer. There was no point in arousing any suspicion...yet...
The teen shut off the computer, casting one last look at Amy's laughing face, and left the command centre. As he walked away, a smirk pulled at his lips. The next couple of days would be very interesting indeed...
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