"Something you want to talk to me about?" Doggy asked Wells.
Wells sighs, then started talking: "It's about Marika."
"Yes," Doggy sounded concerned, "she seems to act quite cold around you. Is everything all right?"
"Sir." Wells began, "Do you remember that I mentionned a theary about a mole?"
Doggy didn't seem to understand completely: "Yes, I do?! But that was weeks ago. You two have been all right after that!"
"Yeah! That was back then." Wells tried to sound calm, "But ever since she went berserk,... something new came up!"
Suddenly, Doggy was all ears: "How so?"
Wells knew he had to tell him this one day: "The night Marika went berserk, she listened to music. On her MP3-list was a Linkin Park song."
Doggy, who wasn't all familiar with that name, tried to maintain his interest: "Yes. So...?"
"She doesn't know them!" Wells explained, "Why would she have a song on her MP3 that she doesn't know, by a group she never even heard of?"
"And you're saying that this particular song caused her to go berserk?" Doggy asked.
Wells nearly seemed offended to hear Doggy suggest as such: "Music can alter moods, yes. And this particular song is quite emotional, even without the lyrics, which Marika was able to understand a little thanks to me. But dispite of everything you ever heard, even Marilyn Manson's music can't drive anyone to go berserk!"
"Then what is the problem?" Doggy still didn't understand.
"Well, I assume you can understand that it's no coincidence that a song would suddenly appear on her list on that very night." Wells continued, "I asked Marika to look for any thoughts, but she only picked up whatever I thought when I held it. She didn't even pick up any of her thought from the many ocasions she held it herself."
Doggy made a face, as if there was something about what Wells said that triggered a thought of his. Dispite that, Wells continued uninterrupted: "I immediatly went to analise that song, and here's what I picked up!"
He took his Lisence out of his pocket, pressed a few buttons until it played something. What it played was not a song, but a bunch of Japanese sentences that don't seem to fit together at all.
"Er..." Doggy had no idea what to think about this, "Is this supposed to mean anything?"
"It's called a hypnosis tape." Wells explained, "If you listen to it while awake, it sounds like a lot of gibberish. But listen to it while you're asleep, it will help you recover repressed and surpressed memories."
"You mean..." this time Doggy understood, "... someone tried to...?"
"Marika was allready a little emotional after the death of Niwande." Wells added, "And as it appears, she has a history of mental instability. Let someone like that listen to this, along with emotional music, there's absolutely no telling what's gonna happen!"
Doggy appeared shocked, but for some reason not entirely surprised: "I guess there's no point denying it. Indeed, we have a mole in our mids!"
"I don't know, sir!" Wells sounded uncertain, "Whoever did this knew about Marika's past, but why would 'it' go through so much trouble, and yet take the risk to pick an American song, rather than a Japanese? Either the mole is a real genius to guess she'd know enough English, or a real idiot to forget such an important detail!"
Doggy was surprised to hear this much doubt in Wells voice: "Are you saying that you don't know if this is our mole's work?"
"I quite honestly don't know what to think anymore!" Wells finally said, "I could tell Marika, but then I'd risk her telling someone else, eventually leading to 'it', so it'll know we're on to 'it'!"
Doggy finally understood the problem: "I see. And that's affecting your relation with her, isn't it?"
"You have no idea!" Wells stated.
Doggy went to look for something in his desk. When he found it, he gave it to Wells.
"What is it?" Wells asked.
"Just take a look at it when you get out of the building." Doggy ordered, "This will be your new assignment!"
Not really knowing how to feel about this, Wells replied eitherway: "Roger that, sir!"
He turned around, and left the room. He immediatly went to get his motorcycle, and drove away as far as possible from Dekabase. Once he thought to be far enough, he looked at what it was that Doggy gave him. It was some kind of memory card. Wells inserted it into his Lisence, and began looking through it. At first there was a message.
'Wells! I'm only showing you this because you're the first to notice something is wrong. We looked through all security survaillance tapes, and found that nobody entered it. What nobody knows however, except for me since I'm the supervisor, is that there are some security cameras installed in secret. Althought the official ones didn't capture anything, the secret ones caught this feed.'
Wells looked at the video. It was shot from inside Jasmine's room. Wells sighed at this, but didn't have enough time to even think of a remark, as suddenly two guys appeared out of thin air. Wells wasn't sure he saw this right, so he rewinded it and watched it more carefully. He noticed that from the wall, several limbs seemed to materialise one at the time. All in such a way that it suggests that these guys walked through the wall. Although it looked like one guy dragged the other one in. In other words, only one of them is really able to walk through walls. That one was a black guy, while his comrade was a black haired caucasian, who was the one who did something to Jasmine's MP3-player. He must be downloading the song, Wells thought to himself. After he was finished, that caucasian guy took off one of his gloves, caused some kind of lightshow over the player, then but it back on Jasmine's bed. Whatever these light effects were, it must have something to do with the fact that Jasmine couldn't pick up any thoughts. As Wells had thought this, the black guy took the other guy, and went through the wall with him. A few mintues later, Jasmine woke up, and started wreaking havoc.
All Wells could do after watching this was mumbling something in English. He puts his Lisence back in his pocket, and took off with his cycle, seemingly knowing where to find clues.