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Mixtape Ghost NUnited Nations Anomalies Research MissionName: Agent Dioxide
Date and Time: 09/03/2016 – 1350Daily Report #205
Communications was a large branch here in our facility. It handled information movement not only from within the different branches of a large network, but also from in and out of UNARM.
It decided on delicate and diplomatic issues that pertained to the mission. While possessing many powers like a governing body of its own, it still responded to a higher authority – its founders, and its backers. They had to know every process and every progress. The fact that this place is still running must logically mean the people support our current course of action and our results. We personnel never see those results, but apparently we are doing something.
On the other hand, Communications decides on the information that gets revealed to the world about the disappearances of people that we take as Subjects. Public property damage and casualties are explained as results of ‘certain unforeseen events’ - a matter of compelling persuasion and control of evidence.
Subject 30, Cody O’Niel’s disappearance is explained in local news as ‘an incident of getting lost on his way back home’. As far as news goes, many people get lost all the time, and attention is limited to loved ones – especially since it was a ‘pity victim, another blind young man lost.’ Subject 29, Gershwin May, was trickier, given that many law figures were concerned with her disappearance. They had more influence and power to issue a thorough investigation. The solution for her was that she was ‘abducted by unknown people.’ This has kept them busy and the investigating force assigned are ‘busy doing their job.’
All I see are lies.
Agent Dioxide knocked before entering Cell 29.
‘Stay away.’
‘We’ll be giving you a daily itinerary for you to follow. You’ll be following them as a new routine during your stay here.’
‘No! I will not allow you people to- to- train us into being better guinea pigs for your experimentation.’
‘Yes, you will. You will not enjoy what happens if you disobey.’
‘Then let me go! You won’t find anything in me!’
‘Enough! You’re coming with me, or you’re not ever going to leave this room. You’re lucky enough we’re letting you do recreational activities and exercise, let alone feed you and treat you as best as we can.
‘Best'.
‘Listen, okay? Let’s… strike a deal: you cooperate, and… I’ll make sure they do nothing invasive with you.’
A long silence.
‘I’m not sure you can even hold up to that deal. But… whatever... So what now?’
…
Agent Dioxide explained the itinerary along the way as he brought her to recreational room. A tuneful melody was being played and the two saw Agent Caits. Agent Dioxide nodded, and Gershwin put her head down.
Gershwin entered, turning to see Agent Dioxide by the door, ajar to say:
‘Again. 4 pm you can exercise at the gyms I told you. Dinner is at 6. See you then.’
‘Uh… Hey… Who’s that?’
They both glanced at Subject at the man playing the piano.
‘Go on and say hi,’ and Agent Dioxide closed the door.
Agent Dioxide turned to Agent Caits who looked distraught.
‘What’s going on with you?’
Gershwin stepped forward to the middle of the room, basking in the difference so stark compared to her bland cell that she’d only known of this place until now. It was a place of relaxation and entertainment: plenty of toys to play with, and a soft-tone colour to everything. Yet, she was not one to stay calm, not in this ridiculous situation she was in.
Her eyes turned to the man playing the piano. He had on him the same set of patient-like clothes. Perhaps he was brought in here as well. Perhaps he knew something that would be useful for her.
Such beautiful, masterful playing….
‘Hi.’