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      “If I had names do you think I’d be here?        I think the smaller one’s a Seer, I know        they’re Canadian and that’s about it.”

     “D’you know that half of the male population of          Beacon Hills fits that description, Julius?” Cutting         the deck of tarot cards, Fe’s nimble hands shuffle         them. “Over half of the adolescent male population         does. And we get more of them everyday it seems.         They wouldn’t happen to have names, would they?”

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     “Two boys, both with brown hair. The one       with lighter brown hair has green eyes.       Boy with darker hair has brown eyes. They       aren’t from around here. I have to know if       they’re dangerous.”

      “Oh, how little you actually know about me.         Enough about me and my cosmic abilities,         tell me about these gentlemen you’re looking         for.”

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          “You’re untrained and likely not strong enough.             I’ve only heard of a handful who could actually             go into people’s heads.”

     “Your blatant superiority complex isn’t getting         you anywhere, sir. I could make you think         yourself a little girl if I wanted.”

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     “And you have a lot of nerve to think that       I’m scared of a tiny little thing like you.”

      “Come near my child, Julius Argent, and I’ll make         your life a living hell. You’ve got a lot of nerve         coming to me for help and thinking threatening         to hurt my boy’ll get you anywhere. “

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     “You forget just how easy it’d be to make        something happen to that little boy of yours.        It’s too early to tell if he’s like his father, but        I could always strike early. Eliminate it before        it hurts anyone.”

    “ As much as I’m flattered that you need help         and I’m the only one who can give it to you,         I’m not going to help you kill anyone Julius.”

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      “You know things the others don’t. I know         there’s something wrong about those         boys. I need to handle them before they         become a threat.”

      “I think it’s the sound of me frankly not       giving a damn. I’m not tellin’ you a thing.”

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          “You hear that? That’s the sound of            bullshit. I’m not going to ask you again.”

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"You and Christopher call them  morals. They're weaknesses. We're  supposed to kill things that bump in   night, not fuck them. I'll be waiting for  your call."

The man needed to think, and Julius  knew it. So he calmly shut the door  to start out of the school. He'd let  the other decide how he wanted to  handle this situation.

"Allison was worth at least ten of you. At least she had morals.”

He was already working up a lie in his head. Something valid enough he could tell this guy in a day. Something he could say to keep the heat off of Lydia.

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It pleased him, some twisted part of  him thoroughly enjoying the stress  all over the coach's body.

"We haven't been close in a while,  he didn't have what it took to train  his child to do what she needed to  until it was too late for her to be at  her best. She was good, but she  could have been better."

The Coach grit his teeth and forced himself to not come at this man and strangle him where he stood.

"I don’t think you know what you’re messin’ with, buddy. If you’re so close with Allison’s dad, you wouldn’t dare touch her.”

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"I'll be sure to leave you looking  nice enough for am open casket."

His kid? That made things a bit more  interesting...He paused, having started  to close the door.

"Three days, if I don't hear anything from  you by then, I can't promise anything about  that girl."

"Don’t you dare touch my kid." It had just came out. He wasn’t even sure if Lydia was really biologically his yet but, the timing that he’d been with her mother in the past in comparison to her pregnancy was pretty darn close.

"If you touch her, I’ll kill you or i’ll die trying.”

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"I've been hunting things like those two  since I was a kid. I've been training to  do it since I started school. You should  keep a close eye on some of those  students of yours. Some of your star  players, that redheaded girl that always  wears those heels."

He wasn't going to give him a change to  use it. Stepping around him to to to the  door and pausing just outside, holding it  open enough for anyone to see if the  coach tried anything.

"I wonder if she can run in those things?  She's probably going to be the easiest  one to take care of actually..."

"I’m not just an economic’s teacher." he spoke, finally pulling the taser he’d stolen off of Brunski out of his desk. Was he sure it’d  work a second time? No. But it was worth a try.

"I"m a lacrosse coach."

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"This isn't the first time someone's   tried to stop me while on a hunt. I've  been threatened by a lot tougher than  a high school economics teacher."

"You don’t get to come into my office and threaten me, buddy. Turn around and walk out before you do something you’ll regret.”

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"Lean in a little closer, you'll  be right up against my knife."

Julius was deathly calm, his  hands steady and knife at  the ready.

"Are we going to have a  problem? I'd hate for some  poor kid to come in to ask  you something and find  a mess instead."

The coach got up soon after, leaning in to get closer to the other man. He hadn’t been this riled since the incident with Brunski and Meredith.

"I’m not slipping anything to a student or a kid and I suggest you leave my office before we really start having a problem.”

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He rose to his feet, adjusting his tie then   his stance to express how serious this  really was. How serious he was.

"He is. And if you underestimate him  you'll end up seeing how dangerous  he really is."

He pulled a small bag from the pocket  of his trousers and left it on the desk.

"If you can slip this to him without him  seeing, don't hesitate. You'll see what  he really is."

"Uh huh, i’m sure he is."

He knew that little nerd and he was about as dangerous as his dryer lint. He doubted he’d ever contact Captain Crazy here.

As soon as this guy left he was going to call Tyler and see if Miss. Martin could pick him up from school since she had the day off. There was something very peculiar about all this.

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"And she's dead, I know. Her  father is... He and I were close."

He paused, before going into another  pocket and getting out another photo,  this one of Nicolas, and this one was  left on the desk.

"This one is as dangerous as the  little boy. My number's on the back.  Contact me if you see him. Don't  approach him yourself."

The comment that Tyler wouldn’t kill anyone rested close to the tip of Bobby’s tongue, but he chose to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t know who this guy was but he didn’t trust him. Not with Tyler.

"The only Argent kid I knew was Allison, sorry.”

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Julius simply watched the teacher,  waiting for his reaction to the picture.  Once he looked away, it was being  put back into his jacket. He straightened  in the teacher's chair, hands folded  together.

"You should know, he is dangerous.  'Just a poor homeless kid' or not.  He could easily kill you as well as  your students. And Nicolas is probably  likely going to sit in the back, he's  a shy kid so he doesn't talk much.  His last name's Argent."

The Coach glanced over the picture for no longer than a few seconds and shrugged.

"He asked me for money a few months ago. Doesn’t mean I know anything about him. He’s just some poor homeless kid as far as I know.

And there’s like sixty Nicolases at this school it could be anyone.”

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And of course, Julius had come  prepared. Carefully he pulled a  picture from the inside of his suit  jacket and slid it onto the desk.  It showed the kid talking to the  coach, red bag on his back.

"You care to rethink that answer?  And as for the other, his name's  Nicolas. He could be using his  middle name, Lyall, or an alias.  Prefers piano music and kids  movies."

Of course he knew a kid fitting that exact description. That kid was probably at his own school right now beating his Angry Birds score, but he didn’t want to tell this guy that.

"I hate to break it to you, but I teach high school I don’t know any little kids. And as for the second one, that describes about half the students here.”