He paced the room anxiously while on the phone, trying for his life to look calm but failing. Jocelyn kept trying to ask him questions but there was not much he could say. "Hello?" Was what came through the line of the phone.
"It's me again."
"I know Mr. Carter, why are you calling this number again? We have taken care of your problem. . ."
"Well something else has shown up and from the looks of them, I'm guessing the incidents are related." He knew his voice broke slightly and his voice was shaky, he waited to hear something in return. The agent had his hand over the receiver and was telling his partner something he could not make out."
"What kind of. . ."
"Green monkeys, two of them." Jack said quickly, but it still sounded insane to him anyways.
"Tartutic. . . Wait, two? Are you sure?" He started to sound angry.
"Yes I'm fucking sure! They almost killed my. . ." He paced by the window and saw the two monkeys conversing with a third one. "Ok there is three and they are still outside my house." He whispered. "Hello?" All he heard in response was a dial tone. "Damn it."
"Hey why aren't you talking to me?" His little cousin yelled. Jack rushed over to her and put his hand over her mouth, with the other he put his finger to his lips. He got down on his hands and knees and made his way to the window, Jocelyn and Cujo right behind him. When he got there he peaked out and they were gone. "I don't see anything."
Before Jack could explain what he had seen, there was a knock on the door. He jumped up and almost ran to the door to see the agents. "Agent Thomas. . . Frank." He said and motioned them to come in.
"Who the hell are those guys Jackie?"
"Ok for one Joce. . . You know I hate Jackie and for two. . . I actually I don't really have an answer for who they are but they know this stuff apparently."
"Jack, just call me Tom because it looks like you're going to be seeing us for longer than we thought."
