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Summery- What if during Mr. Evans investigation some file made during the white room turned up

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"I think we've found just what we've been looking for. How much you think he'll pay for these babies?" The papers they had just successfully located were scattered about the floor.

"Don't matter as long as their real, we'll get paid" a man say to his partner who didn't seem to be paying much attention, "let's go shall we."

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Mr. Evans sits at a table at the Crashdown waiting for his informant to show up *Waiting waiting waiting, come one you guys* "Hey Mr. Evans would you like anything to drink?" the perky dark haired girl asked.

"No but thanks anyways Liz just waiting for someone."

"You sure," with a nod "just call me over if you change your mind," she adds as she walks away hair pulled tight bounching behind her.

"Will do!" jingle jingle, the bell above the door announces his informants arrival "Finally what took you guys so long, did you find anything?"

"OH yeah we found something a lot of something."

"Well let's have it"

"Pay first," one says his yellow teeth gleaming over the thought of money

"Here" he hands them the money. The thick manila envelope the man was holding fell on the table with a thud. "Good doing business with you" the one with yellow teeth adds as he heads for the door.