"What is all this?" Nathan asked as he walked into the room. He looked ahead and saw rows and rows of servers.
"This is the eye of Providence. Some of it," Clayton explained.
"Providence is some kind of surveillance system?"
"Yes, but not only that. There are hunter cells that use the information to hunt down creatures," Clayton walked to an access point and issued a command.
Satellite images of weather patterns, ocean currents, and laylines popped up on the screens.
"Your father believed something was coming and did this in preparation for it," Clayton explained.
"What is this thing he thinks is coming?" Nathan asked.
"He did not say but it changed him. It was about three years after he lost your mother," Clayton bowed his head as if he was remembering something.
"If this is that important, why not let someone with more experience lead," Nathan suggested.
"Your father liked to be steps ahead. I'm sure he prepared you somehow for the role," Clayton assured him.
"Okay, but first how did my father die?" Nathan asked with a stern look.
" I heard he died in a car accident. I have sent the Marleys to investigate," Clayton mentioned.
"Wait, you think something killed him? I want to help," Nathan insisted.
"It's better to be safe than sorry but now I think you should focus on knowing the monsters we hunt," Clayton suggested.
"What better way to learn hunting than actually hunting?" Nathan said.
"Fine but follow the Marleys' lead. Before all that you need to get your account tattoo,"
They both walked out. Clayton went to find Mark whilst Nathan went to take a shower.
In the shower, thoughts ran through his head.
'Was my mother killed by monsters? How come I never noticed any of this?'
Nathan remembered tiny details of the situation that seemed unusual. Now that he knew monsters were real, it made sense.
Creatures he had seen that he had considered hallucinations might have been real.
"For now let's focus on who killed Dad," Nathan whispered to himself.
He got dressed and walked out to see Mark waiting for him in the car.
"Let's go get you that tattoo, please don't pass out again," Mark said and chuckled.
Nathan looked at him surprised. He had never spoken to him like that before. He smiled.
As they drove off the compound. Mark handed him a piece of paper.
"Memorize it and get rid of it," he instructed.
Nathan opened it and read out loud what was written on it.
"Nathan Payne, Agent Code EOP 001, Section 8. What is all this?" Nathan asked.
"You'll see when we get there," Mark said.
When they got there two men approached him.
"I'm Robert," an African American man with a buzz cut in a suit said.
"And I'm Jim," a similar-looking African American man said.
"They are the Marleys. I bet you were expecting men with dreads," Mark said.
"You guys are a little late to the scene. The car has been towed, and samples and evidence have been collected," Robert explained.
"We used the EMF meter and we got no hit. We can rule out ghosts," Jim informed them.
"We were just about to go to the precinct to examine the evidence for anything that could be in a hex bag," Jim added.
The Marleys got in their car, a black 1970 Buick Riviera. Mark and Nathan followed them in their SUV.
When they got to the police station. They walked into the precinct a woman called out. Nathan turned.
"Can you please help me? My son was arrested but they cannot seem to find him," the woman explained.
"We need to go," Mark whispered in his ear then walked away.
"What is your son's name?" Nathan asked.
"Peter, Peter Crane," the woman said, and Nathan nodded.
"I'll see what I can do," Nathan said and walked into the police station. A cop stopped him and asked who he was looking for.
"Peter Crane," Nathan blurted out.
"Peter Crane again? I already told his mother we let him go," the cop said.
"Can I see your security cameras?" Nathan asked.
"Sorry, but we don't grant civilians access. You can submit a report and we will investigate the case," the cop said with a fake smile.
"Nathan Payne, Section Eight," Nathan said pointing at himself.
'Section Eight, impossible he is too young,' the Cop thought.
"Section Eight? What is your ID?" the cop asked skeptical of Nathan.
"EOP 001," Nathan said.
'001, I have not met anyone below 60. I don't believe him but I'll be in more trouble if he is really telling the truth," the cop thought.
The cop led him to a computer and showed him the security footage.