A/N: This chapter is short but I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 2

Benji was out of hospital after three weeks of staying there. He really felt the need to talk to Brandt. Or more like he knew Brandt had the need to talk to him. He was waiting for the former analyst to come back from wherever he was when one day he got called to the headquarters.

"Good morning, agent Dunn," he was greeted by a guy whose name he knew was agent Topp. "How's the shoulder?"

"Still a bit…" Benji trailed off, firstly because he knew nobody cared about the answer, and secondly, because he saw a familiar face on the screen of the computer they came up to.

"I think you know who it is," Topp assumed. Benji nodded. The man looked older and somewhat thinner than he remembered him but was still recognizable.

"Doctor Phillip Wickham," he said quietly, almost muttering under his breath but still loud enough for the other man to hear him. "Professor at Oxford University. Area of interest - biomolecular kinetics and cellular dynamics. That is, he was a professor when I knew him…"

Topp nodded.

"He retired last year," he added. The former technician looked at him with anticipation. There was no way he was summoned here for a chat about his university professors.

"And more to the point," Topp continued, "he mysteriously disappeared a week ago".

Benji raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Why is it our concern?" he asked. "I mean, surely the local police should deal with it".

"That's not it yet," the other agent went on. "Along with him, some of his best students disappeared," more faces appeared on the screen. Benji winced slightly when he recognized about three of them as his old friends. Some of the others were just familiar. However, all of them looked like they had graduated quite a while ago. "The police have no clue about what it all can be about".

"You mean, they are completely clueless," Benji whispered in irritation. He still didn't know why the IMF was supposed to care. Or even more, help the British police do their job. However, he had a suspicion. Another memory which might be a lead to something.

"Do you know what it can be about?" Topp finally asked a direct question.

"Not really," Benji sighed. "He used to tell his students some scary stories but…"

"The Anti-God?" the other man suggested.

"Yeah," the ex-technician nodded. "But those were just stories to scare the underclassmen". He suppressed a smile, remembering being so impressed by them that it took him quite a while of reasoning to come to the conclusion that it was just fiction.

"Well, apparently not," Topp quipped. "These words were one of the very few clues the police have got. What do you know about it?"

"Not much," Benji swallowed. Could this all be true? "Some mystery tech. Potentially dangerous to all life on the planet. So he told us".

Agent Topp nodded.

"Agent Dunn," he began solemnly, and Benji felt sick already. "We are sorry to disturb you so shortly after your injury… but you are the only one who can help us with this mess. You will need to go there. You will be met by our agents in the UK".

The former technician's head was spinning.

"So you suggest I go back to my university where there still are people who might recognize me? How's that supposed to work?"

"Go back to your apartment. You'll get your fake ID and further instructions," Topp's tome wasn't as soft as before.

As he was on his way out, he nearly bumped into Luther.

"Hey Benj," the older man smiled. "How are you doing?"

The Brit only shook his head.

"Don't tell me you've got a new mission," Luther's eyes widened slightly.

"Yeah," Benji breathed before looking aside to see Topp still standing there and adding "reminds me of the Rabbit's Foot".

This mention confused the older agent even more. However, that could mean anything. The Rabbit's Foot mission was the one that had given Benji Dunn quite a big push with his career. This one might have similar results. Probably. He watched the Brit leave in a hurry, muttering something under his breath nervously. He shrugged and proceeded with his own business. He didn't know that a month later he would have to recite the entire scene to a quite worried Ethan Hunt…