But there's little time to think about it before he gets another phone call.
September 5th, 2000
The three agents receive messages instructing them to go to a certain bench at Central Park. The messages are addressed to their Delta Green code names but are otherwise sparse with information, perhaps leading to fears that this is another MAJESTIC ploy. But when they show up, they find McRay at the designated meeting place. He is bundled up in a heavy coat and sipping a coffee. He's left plenty of room on the bench for all three agents.
When the first one approaches, he speaks. "Sit down and look ahead. Do not interact with me." Once all three agents have done so, he continues. "Bullshit security measures, not that it's liable to help much. But we're not supposed to meet at headquarters until further notice. Something has the highers ups spooked... best as I can determine, there was an incident between our two agencies. We're not expecting full hostilities, but things are safer if we meet in public until all this is sorted out."
"We've got a new job for your cell. Could be nothing, could be something. A woman by the name of Abigail Wright was reported missing on Saturday. A Friendly on the local police thought it seemed weird and passed me these pictures." He removes a beige folder from his coat, and removes a set of pictures before passing them over, still without looking at the agents.
The pictures themselves seem to show a modest apartment unit, but one that is a hoarder's dream. Every available surface is covered in junk, glued or taped to the walls. Only the floor remained clear, the rug yanked up to reveal a battered linoleum surface. Among the junk was sets of dentures, partial dentures, a 1940s wheelchair, some modern and antique artificial limbs, dozens of shirts, shoes and briefcases, assorted radios spanning several decades of various eras, and all manner of jewelry, earrings, rings, and necklaces, and thousands of papers. Various photos of the room show that every angle is covered in random junk-- there is not a single empty space in the room.
"This freaked out our Friendly, and they reported that several of the papers had symbols on them related to Demonology and the Occult. We've pulled some strings to get the case assigned to the feds; Wright's credit card was recently used down in Maryland. Police have already investigated and we suspect it's a dead end, but it's enough to allow us to take over this case as a possible inter-state kidnapping. You've all been assigned to be the FBI task force investigating this case. You're to go to Wright's apartment. Catalog the evidence and determine if any of it is Unnatural. If it is, collect those items and report them to me, then deliver them to a storage unit an hour upstate. Determine if Wright had her hands in anything Unnatural and if it was responsible for her disappearance. If it was, locate the threat and ensure that it's taken care of or can't harm anyone else."
"Questions?" He asks, taking a long sip of his coffee.
