The words, this time, were Peru, consider and elegant. Unexpectedly, this has been one of the harder sets to come up with an idea for. “All I’m saying is that we need to consider the idea.”
Agent D shook her head in despair. She’d heard much of it before, and he’d started going round in circles – clearly thinking that this would convince her to believe him. She’d now been stuck in this interview room with him for nearly half an hour and she could actively feel her life growing shorter by the minute. She didn’t enjoy this aspect of the work, but somebody had to do it. He, on the other hand, seemed delighted to be in the room with her. Somebody was finally paying attention to him. His YouTube channel had no subscribers, despite the dozens of hours of video he had uploaded. His blog had no followers. His tell-all book had sold no copies. Even amongst the crackpots of the world, it seemed nobody wanted to hear what he had to say – until now. “The markings that I found, clearly indicate…” He was still talking. “The symbol of the condor clearly represents the heavens in Peru…” Whilst she was in this interview, her partner was busy removing any evidence of what had been happening. This included purging many of his social media accounts. “Along with the evidence of the ziggurats having been built far earlier…” The great irony of the situation was that he wasn’t in here because he was so wrong. He was in here because he was in real danger of being right. “Clearly points to aliens. The accompanying symbology of the serpent, the Peruvian symbol of the underworld…” Thankfully, they had a very elegant solution to this problem. “… suggests that they might even still be here, in some kind of underground colony!” She put on her sunglasses and took her neuralyzer from her jacket pocket. She pointed to the top of it. “Mr. Matthews – could you look here for me please?” He did so, and she pressed the button, causing the device to create its signature red flash. Matthews stared at her blearily. She removed her sunglasses again. “Mr. Matthews,” she began, speaking quickly. “It’s so good to finally speak with you. We’ve been looking for you for weeks, since you went missing from your flat in Croyden – your landlady told us you were missing. If only you’d told her you were going on a long vacation, it would have saved us all a lot of trouble, don’t you think? We’ve booked you a flight home – here is the ticket – and I think it’s probably best if you stick to home for a while.” He nodded, looking confused but accepting of the story. Agent D stood, looking immaculate in her black suit and walked out.
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