Down to Affera

Kanen sat at the shiny desk, flicking the tip of pen constantly. The only sounds being the loud tick of a clock in the corner of the office, a few people talking outside, the buzz of the coffee machine, and the click of the pen.

He had seen the news, everyone had. People were supposed to be shocked. All police departments and FBI quarters had been briefed to be dealing with riots, yet none were about. In fact it was completely quiet.

Too quiet.

It was getting to him. Kanen enjoyed the rush, the sensation of pressure, and the satisfaction of the catch. But there was nothing to be done.

The almost silence was broken by the loud metallic ring of the office phone. Kanen jumped at the opportunity. His hand flew toward the phone.

"Ostera FBI, this is Special Agent Wilde."

A crackling voice could be heard at the other end.

"I have some work for you, special agent." the line cracked. " I have some information on some illegal dealings, right under your noses."

"Excuse me? Who is this?"

"Thats not important, just remember to look out for Tombs, agent Wilde."

"What?" he yelled down the breaking line.

"Tombs, Agent Wilde, they can be easy to fall into." A cackle could be heard, as the line cut off to the dull dial tone.