Sam and Raven walked into the plant, fake IDs in hand. They had no problems getting through the gate. Getting into the plant, however, was another matter. The security guard at the plant entrance had insisted on calling their "supervisor" aka Bobby. After that phone call everything went smoothly and they were on their way to talk to the plant safety manager.
Again this seemed like an open and shut case but they had to be sure. The problem was not the type of monster but how to get the plant emptied while they set the traps and waited for those little bastards to get themselves caught. Raven had been contemplating a plan but it might require some assistance from some of her fellow hunters. In the mean time, information was required.
Sam approached the office they had been directed to and Raven let him take point. She hadn't admitted to Sam but she'd been feeling kind of peculiar since that morning. Physically she was fine but it felt as though there was this cloud following her, shadowing her and at any moment it would sneak up and strike. That sense of foreboding was something she had never felt before and it was difficult to work with. The last thing she needed on a hunt was something breaking her concentration. People died that way.
Sam opened the door to the safety manager's office and, to his credit, did not hold the door open for Raven. Sam understood that keeping the appearance that they were just partners helped a female "agent" acquire the appropriate respect.
They approached the man behind the desk who appeared to be in his mid 40's. He had a paunchy build and his complexion was the color of a ripe tomato. Whomever this guy was talking to on the phone had him sweating bullets.
"Mr. Turner? I'm Special Agent Simmons. This is Special Agent Stanley. We'd like to ask you a couple of questions." Sam said with his authoritative voice. Raven loved this voice. Even thought Sam didn't flaunt it, there were situations where he would use his height to his advantage. This would be one of those times.
Turner held up a finger and continued the animated conversation he was having on the phone. Sam and Raven glanced at one another when they over heard the words "OSHA" and "shutdown". If the Occupational Health and Safety Administration were to shut the plant down, that would be the break they were looking for. Neither of them had come up with a suitable plan for clearing the plant to set the traps. If they got lucky, Uncle Sam would take care of that for them.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Agents. I'm Tom Turner, the Safety Manager of the facility. As you can imagine, things have been quite hectic the last few days. What questions can I answer for you?"
Sam cleared his throat and began, "Mr. Thomas, when did the incidents begin?"
"Well, just a couple of weeks ago. Our safety record was exemplary until then. We'd been almost a year without an accident." He replied.
"Have any of the workers mentioned seeing anything 'strange' around the plant?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Agent Simmons, I am not one to spread rumor or to participate in conjecture but the men on the line swear that they have seen these 'blurs of light' right before the accidents occurred. One of the third shift guys, Martin Stover, said that just before he was struck by the robotic arm, he saw something 'streak' by him. Said it looked lime green baby. I think he hit his head harder than they thought." Thomas chuckled.
Sam was about to ask another question when Raven's cell rang. She excused herself to take the call and when she saw the display answered the phone, "Agent Freily, now is not a good time".
Dean replied, "Talked to your buddy Craig. Just thought you would like to know, you can't just set traps for these little bastards. It won't work. They'll just hide from you. You are going to have to herd them."
"Herd them? How in the hell are we going to do that?"
"Well, it's a good thing I'm a genius." Raven could hear his smirk through the phone, "Turns out gremlins hate the sound of a dog whistle."
Raven cocked her head at the voice on the other end of the phone, "A dog whistle? Huh, they must have sensitive ears. Might be something we can work with. Thanks for the heads up, Dean."
"Not a problem. How are you feeling? Anything rattling around up there in that super thick noggin of yours?"
Raven chuckled, "I'm fine. Just ready to get this one over with. I am sure you are ready for us to be back."
"Yeah," Dean admitted, "both of you."
Out of the corner of her eye, Raven saw Sam wrapping things up with the safety manager, "Gotta go. I'll call you later." Hanging up the cell, she walked over to Sam and filled him in on the info Dean provided.
"That gives me an idea," Sam replied, "While I was talking to Turner, OSHA called and they are shutting the plant down until further notice. We caught a break. Come on, let's go back to the hotel. We have some planning to do."