[b]Seven Days Ago[/b]

Curtis sniffed the humid Tennessee air from his vantage point on the top of a small apartment building. Nashville was busy and any other night, the tourists and locals pouring into the various country bars hoping to see the next big singer or songwriter. Curtis really did love this city, it felt like home to him. Alex loved country music, he would have loved it here. Curtis was interrupted from his daydream by a buzz from his cell phone . [I]The kid just left, get in there and check it out.[/I]

They had been watching this kid for weeks, for suspected occult activity. The kid hadn't been seen at his high school for weeks, and recently he had been buying all of the materials needed to construct a grimoire. All he needed was a human sacrifice, and a demon would be summoned. That's where Curtis came in, he had to scare the kid straight or, if it couldn't be helped, put him down. Curtis saw the kid exit his small home across the street, look around and head north down the sidewalk. This was his cue, he quickly went to the fire escape and climbed down to the street. He jogged across the street and walked up the stoop to the front door of the house. He tried the door, it was locked. "I am going loud." Curtis said into a small microphone clipped to his shirt. He took a step back, and kicked in the door. 

The door flew open and smacked the wall behind it, causing a large wooden clap to echo throughout the seemingly empty home. Curtis quickly moved the door back to where it appeared shut, it would fool anyone who happened to walk by but it would be obvious if someone approached the door. To the left of the doorway was a small living room, but something was off. A layer of dust covered all of the furniture, almost like no one had sat on anything for at least a week. Suddenly a familiar scent caught Curtis's nose. Blood. "Shit. Shit. Shit." Curtis said to himself, following the scent to a doorway in the back of a small kitchen. Luckily that door was unlocked, and opened up to reveal a flight of stairs that lead down to a basement. The flickering light of multiple candles could be seen from the top of the stairs.
Curtis quickly ran down the stairs and was greeted by an all-to-familiar sight. A circle was drawn into the ground with various symbols scattered throughout it. A leather bound book was sitting in the center of the circle, opened to a blank page. Hanging directly above the book was a middle aged women. Ropes tied to her wrists were binding her to the ceiling, and her sweatpants and t-shirt were matted with blood. Curtis rushed to the woman untied the ropes. She fell into his arms, and Curtis carried her upstairs. "He is attempting a summoning, he was going to use his mother. I have her and she is still living. I need a pickup crew ASAP." Curtis spoke into the microphone while nudging the front door open with his foot. He hadn't even made it down the front steps before a black van pulled up and a large man stepped out. Curtis handed the woman to the man. " I am gonna head back inside to wait for the boy." Curtis said was turning back to enter the home. "Wait," the man said while placing the mother into the passenger seat of the vehicle, "We have some other agents coming to wrap this up, you are needed back at HQ, stat." Curtis stopped walking towards the house, [I]This can't be good.[/I] He quickly ran back across the street to his car and drove back to HQ.

[b]Two Days Ago[/b]

Curtis still couldn't believe that he was being transferred, especially as someplace as swanky as LA. He smiled to himself, and looked at all of the other passengers on the bus. Greyhound wasn't exactly the most luxurious way to travel, but it was inexpensive and would get the job done. It would take two days to get to LA, and that was minimal rest stops. Curtis didn't mind, the majority of this bus was filled with the youth groups of two small churches. After all of the things that Curtis has seen, it made him feel good to see some real faith in the world. He slouched in his seat and looked out the window, it was going to be a long trip so he might was well get comfortable.