“We will take it from here Police Chief Robert Richards. Tell the few men that you have to leave the area at once. This is our investigation now.”
      “I’ll be honest with you, this all seems a little fishy. Refresh my memory. You’re with the ? I’ve never heard of such a government organization.”
      Unmarked gray vans had arrived unexpectedly about an hour ago bringing with them numerous individuals; some outfitted with unusual biohazard gear which covered their figure from head to toe and concealed their faces, while the rest were all dressed in simple gray suits who began flashing badges and taking quick control over the crime scene that was Martel’s cabin. Chief Richards knew this was a very unorthodox situation but was seemingly outranked by these newcomers. The man he now spoke with clenched both fists slowly, creating a muffled squeak from black leather gloves which were unique to all the other barehanded agents belonging to this unheard of organization.
      “And I in turn will be honest with you Police Chief Robert Richards. The examination of the events which have taken place here is far beyond that of the resources your department can offer. Do you find there to be a problem with our credentials?”
     Chief Richards was going to reply with a simple rebuttal which would only have wasted time, for all of their paperwork did check out, but before a breath could be taken the agent in the gray suit and black gloves responded having barely finished his last sentence.
     “I did not think so. Thank you for your cooperation.”
     His head still spinning with questions, Chief Richards gathered his men and looked back at the scene in a contempt form of wonder as the gray clad organization swarmed the area photographing, examining, and in the end removing everything that was not nailed down from the cabin. Each van was quickly being filled in a controlled manner with books, jars, and some stranger items that made Chief Richards take a second glance, unsure of what he saw. Even simple furniture was not spared in this well arranged whirlwind of confiscation.