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As Agt. Alton walked into the building the alarms were still sounding aimlessly. He knew as well as everyone else that the thieves were long gone. He looked around intently but still allowed himself a chuckle under his breath as he watched the MPs scamper around trying to find clues. These were professionals, Chthnium is useless to anyone who would leave clues easy enough for them to find.

He followed the path that the thieves must have taken through the top secret facility. The guards that had to be shot were shot, no extra bloodshed, no ego kills, nothing. There must have been significant surveillance, they knew everything about the facility and the exact location of what they wanted. They executed the operation at night, when the substance was most stable, the only time you could reasonably move it without containment. Every detail was perfect.

Who could do this? Who would want the Chthnium? Foreign governments? Terrorists? Activists? The material was just too useful to rule any one group out.

Every time he got one of these assignments he thought about screwing it up, to avoid getting another. Getting called at two in the morning and hearing "The Director has requested you" isn't exactly as exciting as it was when he was younger. Amy's birthday will just have to wait another year.

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posted Oct 16, 2005 | permanent link