Damien looks back and forth between Mike and Dr. Kain. "Are you serious? I'm just a highschool kid."
"Very serious." Mike responds. He leans back and rubs his chin. "Truth be told, this is the 4th known event. All in closed off rooms affecting groups of people between 12 and 37, and just like with your class, most of the victims have not been compliant."
Damien just stared.
"We believe your powers may be effective in pacifying some of the extreme cases."
"Pacifying." Damien repeated blankly. He screwed up his lips and looked at Mike skeptically. "You want me to fuck the rebels?"
Mike flustered and stammered, "Don't get the wrong idea. If we're correct, you won't have to DO anything. The nature of your powers should give you a certain influence over people without any physical touch necessary. We wouldn't ask that of you."
"You never told me how you know all this." Damien pressed him.
Mike nods, and after a few moments of contemplation states. "There's another. An incubus. Also from your class." He sighs. "Your transformations seem parallel to his in every way."
Dr. Kain finally speaks up. "That's how we were able to make all of those discoveries about your body. It was by observing the other case."
"Who was he?" Damien asked curiously, wondering if it was someone he knew personally.
"That's not important right now. The point is, they have resisted us at every step, and managed to escape last week. We've been able to track them, but they keep slipping through our fingers."
"We recently got security footage of this incubus wearing latex garments which is what gave us the idea for you." Elizabeth expounds.
Damien nods methodically as he considers everything they're saying, and Mike produces a contract.
"Now that we know you're safe to leave your room, we want you to come with us, and eventually, if you work hard, join the task force responsible for cleaning up these situations."
Damien holds up his hands. "Isn't this happening a bit fast?" He leans foreword. "I mean, what about school, and my friends, and mom?"
"Your mom can come too." Mike declares. "We've seen your grades, and think you could make a great addition to the intel community. During the day we'll send you to a private school here in Virginia, and in the evenings, you'll be trained with some of our best field agents, hostage negotiators, diplomats. All we need is your signature and we can get your new life underway." Mike said optimistically.
He pushed the hefty stack of papers forward, with a pen on top. "This seems like a lot... I... think I want to wait until my mom gets here."
"Of course." Mike nodded, "though you should realize she's already signed her paperwork."
"Really?" Damien asked suspiciously. It didn't seem like her to take a step like that without letting him know.
"Yup. We talked to her this morning, before work." Mike watches, but as Damien still doesn't move he continues. "Your friend Ed and his whole family signed a similar document."
"Can I see Ed?"
"Sign the contract, and I can make it happen. All you're saying is that you won't do anything dangerous, and you'll comply with our investigation, in exchange we'll take care of everything for you."
"I... Guess..." Damien looks at the paper, and then hesitantly picks up the pen and writes his name.
Mike nods. "Excellent. Here's your new identification. We'll see about getting you to your new home first thing tomorrow." Mike reaches across the table to shake his hand, saying "I think you're going to be a real asset to the team, I'm excited to have you along."
Damien gulped and shook his hand. Mike left the room and Damien picked up the packet that Mike had left for him. Inside was a new Social Security Number, Various school documents and a birth certificate with... What a second, who the hell was "Daphne?"
