Prologue
“We’ve got another case.”
I look up at Brendan who is moving towards me with a big black cardboard box. He settles the box onto my desk as I help him clear some space.
I look in and something catches my eye.
A long slim pink journal that is smudged with dirt and probably blood.
Typical teenage girl fad.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Surprising to see, isn’t it?” Brendan raises an eyebrow and empties the rest of the content in the box. “Some sort of outta this world case where some kid got the third eye or something,” he grins and mimics the boy from Sixth Sense, “ ‘I see dead people!’ Hah, I guess that’s where our department comes in.”
Sigh. Ain’t bureaucracy grand?
“Just because we are from the Department for the Code X cases, doesn’t mean everything that is out of the norm has to be dumped at us. Have they even tested to see if this case is legit?”
“Says Johnny it’s the most legit it can ever get,” Brendan replied as he brings out the tape player and pushes out the portable TV. Standard procedure when our case involves studying recordings. “We just need to verify it, bag it and tag it before it goes to many of our storages for safe-keeping.”
Meaning hide them from the public eyes and conspiracy theories and keep them away from prying parties for damage control. Doing the government’s dirty work and make everyone’s life easier and ignorant.
Like I said, ain’t bureaucracy grand?
“You do the preliminary stuff,” Brendan says. “I’ll get the coffee. It’s gonna be a long night after what I’ve read from the summary report of the contents of the box.”
“As always,” I reply as I reach for the journal.
Somehow, I feel like reading this first. Get to know your subjects, as I always say.
Let’s see, January 20XX…
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