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When the operatives filtered into his office, Bill greeted them with a harsh glare. His grey brows were furrowed over coffee-bean eyes—scalding coffee with his evident temper. He had an open case file open on his desk that he was yanking pages out of and haphazardly tossing them to the side. The papers rocked down to the floor, landing in a pile that began to crumble as though clenched between teeth. The papers shriveled and turned black, bursting into crispy ashes. The work of the fabled fairy dragon Kissy. No one had ever seen it, and some might have said that Kissy had been Bill’s imagination; but seeing papers being incinerated in a corner of their own accord seemed to contest the rumors. When the last operative arrived, “Bugs” of all people, Bill lifted the folder and slapped it closed upon the desk. His eyes closed, the anger that wanted to pour from his mouth and douse the operatives like fire simmered within him. Bill’s nostrils flared as he took a deep inhale before exhaling the breath on a sigh. His rage seemed to deflate a little. Maybe he had calmed down.

Grabbing his coffee, he threw the ceramic mug across the room and before it could smash against the wall, it stopped in mid-air and floated back to his desk. Bill brought the same hand that had thrown the mug to his face and closed his eyes once more as he tried to ease his temper.

[color=gray][i]All that woo-sah shit don’t work[/i][/color], he thought.

[color=gray][b]“I was gonna yell at y’all. Suspend a few folks…but I’m not gonna do it,”[/b][/color] he confessed. Lowering his hand as he rested his weight upon his forearms. He opened his eyes and looked at each and every agent in his office. [color=gray][b]“I’m just as responsible as y’all thinkin’ we were dealin’ with the usual boogeyman. No one was expectin’im to be an alien. It could have went a lot smoother. ‘Could have just retreated and kept an eye on’im until we knew what to do, but that’s not how it went. Ain’t that right, Agent Coventry?”[/b][/color]

He still managed to put the witch out there for she had pissed him off with her reckless stunt.

[color=gray][b]“We’re gonna be spendin’ an entire year trynna’ clean up this mess and makin’ it out to be yer typical alien sighting. I’m not too concerned about it becomin’ a national incident because quite frankly humans don’t even believe in themselves majority of the time. We got our cyber unit online prepared to work their nerd magic and we got our cleanup crews on the ground, workin’ their real magic. This brings us to the next part of this exciting field trip…the report.”[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]“Agent Varomere, since you like to believe yer the most competent son ova’ bitch in this unit, I wanna report on my desk by tomorrow morning documentin’ everything that happened at that church.”[/b][/color]

Bill then looked over at the arachnid. [color=gray][b]“Bugs, I hope you get to work stat. I wanna know what happened to those people and how Pastor Goodfornothin’ was controllin’ them. I don’t mean to say this but…that may not be the last we see ov’im.”[/b][/color]

Bill ran a hand back through his salt and pepper hair and then scratched the bristly side of his jaw as he tried to push back some fatigue. The mission had worn him out and he hadn’t even been there. They may not have believed it but he had actually been worried sick.

[color=gray][b]“I got another situation for y’all. Tomorrow night, Madame Red of House Blood Raven is havin’ a [i]swoi-rey[/i]. Yer all to dress yer best cuz’ yer representin’ The Syndicate. Let yer hair down for a while, put a tie on, and mingle. Madame Red has information for us ‘bout a new drug goin’ around that turns punks into monsters. I want y’all to get as much information as y’can ‘bout that. For now though, for the love of God get some sleep. I’m expectin’ our vampires to shine tomorrow, and I don’t mean like Twilight.”[/b][/color]

Bill then waved everyone out. [color=gray][b]“Now get outta here before I start takin’ badges. Agent Conventry stick around.”[/b][/color]

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