Commander in Chief Paul Pilcher and the OBF1 team were seated in the debriefing room.
An audiotape was on the table in front of Pilcher who rewound it and played it over again.
“Tell that Dr. Reynolds that I know about his team’s off world missions through the BSP. I know about this Locum threat. Tell him, if he exists, that he can take this magic rock and stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
“Who is she?” Dr. Reynolds posed the obvious first question, his face pale.
Holding up a thin manila folder, Pilcher extracted a paper and read from it, “According to our sources she is, well, no one in particular. Kate Willard: forty, divorced, sticks to herself apart from singing in a band at a local nightclub. She owns her own detached apartment thanks to her divorce settlement…”
“Yet, all of a sudden this woman appears out of the blue, asking for me, mentions top classified details; what gives?” Pete was more than a little concerned.
“And not to mention her PC has a detailed blow by blow account that goes back a few weeks of events that took place right here, Pilcher stated, “You are right, Pete. What gives?” Reynolds slammed his fist on the table. “I have never talked to this person, let alone know her, surely you…”
“Calm down, Pete,” Pilcher said. “No one thinks that.”
“But, she mentions my name…”
“She also mentions a magic rock,” Mason injected.
“Well, team.” Pilcher stood up. “We can only speculate at this stage. She is being brought here for questioning. Maybe then we can all make some sense out of this, dismissed.”