Planning the Hunt

Scott blinked at his mother, still trying to process everything. "Wait, what? You're just leaving?"

Melissa hesitated for a second before placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know this is sudden, but it's something we have to do. And Scott," she added, pausing as she stepped toward the door, "be ready by 8 a.m. Someone from headquarters will come to pick you up for your training."

"Training?!" Scott repeated, his voice rising slightly. "You're serious?"

But his mother didn't reply. She gave him a final nod and turned to join Richard, who was already stepping out the door. The urgency between them didn't allow room for further explanation.

Scott stood frozen at the foot of the stairs, his mouth slightly open as he watched his parents rush out, their movements practiced and seamless. The front door closed with a solid thud, and moments later, the faint sound of the car starting up broke the silence.