"Yes?" Guffery grumbled as he picked up the phone.
"Sir. A report on the twelve..."
"I don't want to hear this right now," Guffery insisted, scratching his eyebrow.
"Ah, believe me Sir, you might. We've had a sighting."
Guffery hesitated, then sat up slightly.
"Which one?" he demanded.
"Jacob Scully."
Guffery frowned for a moment.
"There must be a mistake."
"No mistake sir."
"Jacob Scully is dead."
"No Sir, he's not. He's in Oklahoma."
"Who saw him?"
"A number of soldiers were on a search and detain mission. Many saw him with their own eyes. They knew there were only a certain number of Dathrians with the power of Tongue alive. Five or six if I'm correct..."
"If they see him, consider this an order to bring him in. Even if it isn't Jacob, a Dathrian with Tongue is just as valuable."
"Yes Sir. I'll give the order right away. Oh by the way Sir, he's undertaken a change of name."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. He goes by the name of Sheldon Thomas."