January 2010

The click of high heels echoed through the empty main room of the B.S.A.A.'s headquarters. She knew the evidence had to be there, somewhere, but where exactly she wasn't sure. Casually she looked over the things on Teekay's desk. A Poison CD and a Game Boy Advance were the only noticeable differences between the useless agent's desk and anyone else's.

"Pathetic." She muttered before walking towards the main office. She took her time, there was no rush. HQ had closed for the night.

The evidence was on the boss's desk. The desk that had once belonged to director O'Brian. She wasn't sure who it belonged to now. She'd only been with the B.S.A.A. for about a month after the press settled down and the Zenobia became old news, and the boss who had let her re-join had apparently settled into early retirement. The new boss could be anyone. Whoever they were, they were clearly careless individuals who didn't know enough to lock valuable information away. The two memory sticks were hers for the taking.