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Chapter 4 - Limitless limit

"You don't know that for sure!" The little man stated sharply to his substantially taller companion.

"I have proof! What else do you think I need?!"

The first man, shorter but built like a wooden barrel with more mustache than a certain pair of jumping brothers. The other very tall and skinny but with a face that would scare children and cause them traumatic episodes of recurring seizures from fright. Both aptly named stocky and lanker.

"Look here you old fool!" Lanker stated sharply waving a long bony arm and a dull threat "If you think that publishing a paper on some random teen's disappearance will help your investigation then think again! People are much more likely to stop reading the paper because of this!"

Stocky pulled back a bit, clearly he had thought that this was his chance to break open his case and make a small nook or cranny, something he could hold onto something that would stop this from turning into a cold case. Because at that point he would be forced to stop investigating.

The cold wind from the open window whipped past him momentarily lifting loose documents and scattering them around the busy office.

The real reason why the elderly PI wanted to keep this case open was in-fact because of the screaming importance that spreading the word had.

This event, as long as its kept secret holds more danger that he has ever seen. The fact that if the one person really aware of its existence were to pass, that this knowledge would be lost and the centuries of bloodshed that secretly plague the globe would continue wouldn't it mean that this one chance that humanity has been given would be lost and probably never reoccur?

This burden was too great and in the moment of the confusion while everyone hurried to pick up the fallen papers he found himself doing something that he never would have given the years of accumulated respect he had for his tall skinny friend. He slipped the single sheet of paper in his possession into the stack of papers he knew were sorted and already approved and ready for the paper the next day.

Glancing around he confirmed that no-one had seen him do the deed before picking up some of the fallen papers and handing them to one of the many people hurrying-quickly to the exit.