57: Damn Cultists

"Thomas," Jasmine said with slight annoyance in her voice, it was laced with jealousy, "Why do you feel the need to recruit Crina? You know I hate her." Thomas looked at her. He would have been rude and disrespectful, but he wasn't, "Crina is a very powerful person, loved by all; to fulfil our future plan, she is vital."

Jasmine groaned as they walked.

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A guy with a deep red hood sat across from Mr Newton. Mr Newton attempted to throw a fireball but it was blocked by a wall of ice. "Mr Cam Newton... You are very smart and you know I am strong enough to do what I please." Mr Newton looked pissed, "What do you want?"

He asked harshly, "The book of summoning." The figure said as he sat there menacingly, "You know it doesn't have summons in it, right?" The figure looked at Mr Newton, the shadow mask hiding any features it had and the black gloves leaving it untraceable.

"Yes, I am aware, it can teach you how to summon and how to create your own." Mr Newton threw him the book then he started to walk away, "Damn Cultists." But this had Mr Newton thinking, how did the cultists get in? How did it know his name? Did no one really see him come in?

Instead of linking the obvious clues together, this is a student, and this was a glorified shake-down; he thought the cultist had eyes and ears in the school. His inflated self-importance had made him believe this.

The guy made it to a window before jumping out and disappearing. Now, this really confused Mr Newton. He knew they could teleport, but out a window, he radioed it in. The stolen book, the advanced knowledge, and the demands, oh the demands. He didn't like being commanded around like some simpleton.