"Hey you!" Julian pointed at a man sitting on one of the far benches, doing his best 'tough cop' impression. The excitement of being part of an official investigation had gotten to the tech mogul's head.

"You talkin' to me, buddy boy?" the man replied angrily.

"Yes, you," Julian replied, unaffected by the threatening tone, "I wanna talk to you…" Julian motioned towards the room behind him.

"If you wouldn't mind stepping this way, sir." Maurice interrupted in a more polite tone before Julian upset the burly man further.

"…Yeah, I caught the girl," the man, who'd introduced himself as Roy answered, "That guy tossed her out the window just before the roof collapsed."

"Hm, I see…" Julian looked down at his notepad, trying to look thoughtful, though he was really drawing caricatures of the different people he sat in on their interview with. Julian thought the tough looking fire fighter, dressed in jeans and a grey t-shirt resembled a rhino and decided to draw him as such, "Now, what did de girl look like? Was she like, totally hot or…"

"Can you just tell us exactly what you saw?" Rockgut asked, counting down the witnesses, until he could end the investigation and hopefully not have to endure Julian's presence further. Letting him sit in on the interviews had been a condition for receiving under the table funding, but Rockgut was now starting to wish he'd had the sense to turn down the offer and try and get the ok from his superiors.

"Well, like I said, I didn't see much of that group until they tossed the girl out the window, and as previously mentioned," Roy flashed an exasperated glare in Julian's direction, "I caught her. Well, I attended to her burns and stuff, then passed her on to the paramedics. After that, I helped with the clean-up, until," Now it was Rockgut's turn to receive a dirty look, "Mr 'top secret' over there covered the whole place in 'do not cross. Trespassers will be imprisoned for life' tape and sent in his, what were they, moon men?"

"A more specialist clean-up team. Now, you say you saw the roof collapse. Did you actually see it collapse on the team?"

"Nobody could get outa that fire alive, an' that was the only way out..."

"No, no, NOT DE FEEEEEET!" MORT screeched spontaneously. The three other men in the room all turned to an embarrassed looking Julian, holding MORT a few inches above his feet.

"I ah… just wanted to see what he'd do if I…" Maurice gave Julian a warning look, "I think I'd better shut up now." Julian put MORT back in his pocket.

"Did you see the roof collapse on them or not?"

"No, I didn't see them 'actually' die, but it's pretty obvious what happened."

"We didn' see nothin', we didn' do nothing' and this speech had not been…"

"Shut up or I will give you something to be worried about." Rockgut threatened.

"Yeah, mister, what he said." Julian concurred, though the interviews had lost interest to him several hours ago.

"You are in for a world of pain…" Bada growled.

"Nice gorilla," Julian squeaked, backing away. Maurice winced, turning away. He didn't want to watch this.

"Ooooo King Julian's in trouble." MORT exclaimed, not realising that a beating to Julian would result in damage to the small device.

"What did you just call us?" Bing stood up from the table.

"Freudian slip of the tongue," Rockgut nodded to the drawing of two gorillas sitting on Julian's empty seat, "Now, you two were spectators the night the house burned down. What did you see?" the two men looked at each other.

"We didn'…"

"Answer me," Or I'll set Rico on you Rockgut almost finished out of habit, but then Rico wasn't there, was he. If Rockgut wasn't so focused on seeming intimidating, he would have slapped himself. He was a senior agent; he didn't have time for sentimentality.

"Alright, alright, we did see somethin', but we didn' do nothin'," Bada replied.

"Yeah, there was this guy, he was comin' outa some tunnel thing at the back a' the house." Bing elaborated.

"Was it any of these men?" Rockgut handed the two witnesses a group photograph of the team.

"Kinda hard to tell," Bing answered, "there was all a' that smoke an' whatnot."

"What are you two, stupidy or somethin'?" Ringtail burst out, "You see one of de Pengu…"

"That's classified, Mr King." Rockgut warned.

"… De victims comin' outa a burning house, and you just keep walkin' like, oh, dat is so completely normal." Julian rolled his eyes.

"Where we come from, you don' wanna see too much." Bing replied seriously.

"Yeah, an anyways, dose mooks was doin' all kinds'a strange stuff all hours o' da night," Bada continued, "We kinda stopped noticin'."

"Please don't remind me of him," the woman sobbed, "Don't remind me of poor Rico."

"Hm…" Julian eyed the woman, before whispering, "What are you thinking MORT, does she look more like an ostrich or a flamingo?"

"Definitely an ostrich." MORT whispered back. The gangly woman raised an eyebrow at the talking device.

"You were peering over the fence at the time the fire broke out," Rockgut began the interview in the same manner as the previous 50, "What did you see?"

"Oh Rico, if only you understood..."

"I give up." Rockgut muttered, sick of the woman's meaningless answers and annoying nasal voice, "Next!"

"What's that?" Marlene asked, pointing to a blur at the edge of the screen. Skipper was watching crackly black and white footage of a bank from 1972, as he had been pretty much all day.

"What's what?" Skipper asked. He'd gone over the film at least a hundred times, and seen nothing out of the ordinary.

"Rewind… yeah, that guy in the corner." The two stared at the blurred figure.

"It's just a guy in a trench coat." Skipper objected.

"No, he's one of you. An agent."

"What?!"

"See, the way he's looking at everyone?"

"We aren't that obvious..."

"Yes you are. Now zoom in and enhance it." Skipper obeyed. What did he have to lose? As soon as Skipper saw just who he was looking at, his expression changed.

"It couldn't be… but it would make sense…" Skipper muttered incredulously. Immediately he stood up, opened the door of the apartment and was about to knock on the door when it opened, revealing just the scientist he was looking for.

"Listen, Skipper, I have to talk to you about..."

"It can wait," Kowalski could tell from Skipper's tone that, as urgent as what he had to say was, he didn't have a chance of getting Skipper to listen, "Get me Rockgut's personal file."

"What!"

"Hack the database, sneak into the building and steal the hard copy, I don't care, just get me it."

"Skipper, I could get the file, but…"

"But what?"

"It would be risky. There would be a high probability that…"

"I don't care, get me the file. I need to know where Rockgut was posted on November 27th, 1972."

"Oh, that's easy. I don't need his file for that…"

"The official records have been faked, even his classified file was faked. I need the super classified one. He couldn't have gotten to that."

"Alright, I'll try…"

"Thanks." Skipper turned back towards his apartment.

"Skipper, I needed to talk to you. About Private."