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"You have to understand, when my husband lost his job, we were desperate. When Future industries comes to us with this lucrative offer for one of Johnathan's crazy inventions we took it without a second thought. Johnathan was away for months at a time, and he was never aloud to talk about work, but we needed the money. And then yesterday, I received this in the mail." The woman held out a letter, tears forming in her eyes.

"Dear Mrs. Brown, We regret to inform you that your husband Johnathan H. Brown was killed January 13, 2013 at 2:36 in a laboratory accident. Due to the involvement of many toxic and acidic chemicals, the body will not be able to be released to you at this time. Our condolences, Jeremiah Brandwein, Future Industries." Nate read the letter out loud. "I'm sorry Mrs. Brown, but laboratory accidents do happen..."

"After I got this letter, I received a call from Future Industries. They said that because my husband never finished the project we wouldn't be paid, and since we were contracted rather than company employees, we aren't entitled to any compensation or settlement." Mrs. Brown interrupted, anger mixing with the grief in her voice. "The project Johnathan was working on didn't even involve these kinds of chemicals. There is no way he could have been involved in that kind of accident. Please help me Mr. Ford. I just want to know the truth."

Nate leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. He was going to regret taking this job. "What kind of project was your husband working on?"


"A Teleporter?" Elliot exclaimed disbelievingly. "Nate, are you out of your mind?!"

"Look. Whether or not Mr. Davis's uh... project was plausible, the events surrounding his death are admittedly still suspicious." Nate defended. He had expected his team to doubt taking this job.

"That may be, but you are saying this man was killed because he built a working teleporter?" Sophie questioned.

"I never said that." Nate replied quickly.

"Wait, teleporters are real?" Parker asked excitedly.

"I never said that either." Nate sat down, joining his team in front of the large screen in front of them.

"Teleportation just seems so...so science-fiction, it lacks the down to earth reality that makes things exciting. It's just to far-fetched to be real." Sophie continued.

Nate sighed, he was really regretting taking this job. He could only hope that he wasn't about to embark on a chase for an insane killer. "Hardison, why don't you tell us what you've found."

"How come I don't have a teleporter?" Nate heard Parker mumble to Sophie.

"OK listen up boys and girls, you're going to need to go back to sci-fi 101 for this case." The ever sarcastic hacker smiled. At least Hardison was enjoying this case, Nate noticed. "Future Industries loves to work on the impossible, and I mean impossible. They've tried to build everything from super soldier serum to death rays. None of these projects have been a success. They're also in deep financial doo-doo. They have a line of cheap electronic devices which is barely keeping them afloat, but if they don't start making more money soon, they could go belly up. Which brings me to this guy," A photo of a middle-aged man took center stage on the screen. The man had graying brown hair which was slicked back in a very business-like manner. His face seemed to be frozen in a perpetual frown, and his suit obviously cost a small fortune. "Jeremiah Brandwein. This guy will do anything to put Future Industries on the scientific map. He would run over his grandma's toes with a shopping cart if he thought it would give Future Industries an extra dollar."

"So, he want's to make money, yet he keeps spending money on stupid projects like death rays?" Elliot scoffed.

"It's not just about the money. Brandwein wants the fame that comes with ground-breaking discoveries. That's why he keeps hiring people who claim to be able to build things right out of Star-trek. If they don't deliver, he gets scary. Everyone who's ever failed on a project under him-which is practically everybody- has ended up loosing everything, and then he publicly renounces them, ruining their reputations as well." Hardison continued.

"Yes," Nate interjected, "But this is the first time anyone has ever died under his watch, and if Mrs. Brown was right, and the death wasn't accidental..."

"Oh, it definitely wasn't accidental, I found the blueprints for Project Expedition- Future Industries pet name for our teleporter- there were no chemicals involved at all, nor in any other projects future industries was currently working on. Our guy shouldn't have been anywhere near anything toxic or acidic in the past four years."

"Is it possible that Dr. Brown actually completed the project?" Sophie asked, though clearly expecting a negative answer.

"I don't know." Nate watched as a smile crept onto Hardison's face. "But I do know that on January 13th, Brown was scheduled to demonstrate Project Expedition in front of all Future Industries' shareholders."

"So, this tele-whatever works and Brandwein kills Brown in order to take all the credit, and then covers it up by saying it was a lab accident?" Parker raised her hand and asked skeptically.

"No," Nate stood up walking over to Hardison keeping his eyes on the picture of Brandwein. "If this was all about the teleporter, Brandwein would have the discovery all over the news by now. He must have stumbled on something bigger, something more valuable that he had to kill Johnathan Brown to keep it a secret."

"What could be more valuable than a teleporter?" Elliot was quick to ask the question on everyone's mind.

Nate just smiled. "Let's go steal a secret."


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