As I said, this can’t be hidden. But, we can help by having things literally not leak. To do that, we have to have a small team. Which means the following… In this office remain only people that had nothing to do with anything from ten years ago, officer Scorpian or don’t know anything about N. The rest, please see to your colleagues, keep watch, keep the press out and do not talk to anyone outside this building. Understood? In unison the rest turn towards the chief. Sir, yes, sir! He sighs. Good, now leave. As they leave the chief goes towards the remaining four people in the room. If you have a phone, walkie talkie, pager, whatever electronic, please put it on the table. And state your names and ranks. The first one takes a step forward with a phone in his hand. Sergent Ram, I enrolled to be an officer five years ago. The next one with another phone takes a step forwards as Ram gets back to his place. Detective Pincer, been here for over three years. The third person goes to the desk with a walkie talkie. I’m also a detective, name is Mary. The last person takes his phone out, but before he can put it down, the chief takes it from his hand together with the rest of the devices and throws them out the window. I am, officer Hull. The chief locks the doors and looks at them. So… A sergent, two detectives and an officer. Could’ve been worse…
My name is Wasa and you guys will be working with me to get to the bottom of this. I have a report here. The explosion was caused by gas leaks. Obviously, someone must have manipulated the pipes and the source, since we couldn’t smell the gas. Fifty five people were severely wounded, whether cut in half, crushed by debris, missing limbs and one notable head crushed. This means a few things. We have at least one rat, we have one outlier and someone is afraid of us knowing the truth, because somewhere, somehow, they fucked up. Now, hopefully the reason I asked that why you guys to remain, is because we need trust. So, I’m going to go through your files before I tell you anything more, just so we can be on the same footing here. If you have something to confess, now’s the time. And I’m not talking about something like a stolen candy bar when you were seven. I’m talking serious stuff. All four shake their heads. Okay. Well then, I’m going to take your files one by one, please do state your full name this time. I really need to trust you fully on this before I tell you about N, what happened with Scorpian or ten years ago.
I can move my legs again, finally. I’ve been stuck here for a couple of hours and it’s getting cold. And being analog, really doesn’t help when you try to find any information as quickly as possible. The closest thing I could find was something about spirituality and souls and something grater than us. But that just might be a bunch of bs. We had cults, prophets and all that nonsense many times. They all professed they knew a greater truth and ironically, they were the most ignorant of people. Besides, it resembles nothing the mortician told us. Did you hear? A voice? shit. Yeah, dude. Oh my god. The police station exploded. Have you seen the images? Blood and guts all over the place. What’s happening? Are those the same guys that came after me? I need to leave this place. This isn’t safe, I might put these teenagers in danger. I’m sorry, taxi driver. As I get up I see someone standing in front of me. No. I am sorry. You’re a horrible liar, you know that? The taxi driver stands in front of me with his hands up and an awkward smile. You can go now. The driver starts running away, as a figure appears behind him. You, come with me.
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