The light continued to flash red on the small control panel in the wall. Sighing heavily, the man reached up a flipped the switch turning it off. "Montag. Again. These vandals never seem to learn."
He pressed a button on his intercom.
"Yes sir?"
"Carol, mobilize the Raptor Corps. There's another disturbance at Montag Manor."
"Will do, Mr. Kavanaugh."
The intercom went silent as the man leaned back in his chair. He pressed the button again.
"And Carol? Tell them Peter's in charge of this operation."
"Yes sir."
Brendan Kavanaugh leaned back in his chair and smiled. By the morning, his son would either be a complete disgrace, or the hero he had always longed for him to be.
