Account 1-8 Case # 6392
Subject: Veronica Ruby Haig
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
0915 hours, July 1st, 1985
Veronica and Clay got out of the car and walked down the parking lot towards the entrance of the pizzeria. The looming sign stood just below the morning sun, the four anthropomorphic characters stared out into the lot with soulless eyes and bright smiles on their faces, welcoming all who walked into this "Magical Place", a place that was currently being obscured by a large van.
"Oh, what the hell!" Clay shouted, clearly annoyed.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Nothing too big, just stay back for a minute, I need to talk to these people." He replied before storming off towards the van.
She leaned up against a light post and got a better look at the van. It was White and looked considerably large, it had emergency lights on top of it, and on the side was an official looking seal of a shield with white stars on a blue field and a black hazard symbol on a red background in the middle, looking almost like an altered American Flag. Around the border of the symbol read "United States Hazardous Materials Regulatory Commission." she squinted "Hazardous Materials"? Why would they need to bring in a "Hazardous Materials" group to deal with a children's pizza place that was the site of a child kidnapping ring? Were they still trying to clean up the remains of the guy who killed himself? Or was the pizza in this place just so bad the police declared the building a health hazard? She then turned her attention to Clay who was talking with a man in a light-blue hazmat suit, even though she was a decent distance away from them, she could still catch snippets of their conversation.
"…I thought my wife gave you the permits to get those detectors?" Clay said.
What the man in the hazmat suit said next was unintelligible.
"…Expired?..."
"…Hill was out, had to send someone to Nellis to get functional ones…" The man in the Hazmat suit said in a muffled voice.
The conversation became unintelligible for the next couple of minutes until she heard the man in the hazmat suit say one final thing.
"…background levels in building are normal, sealed off kitchen and 'safe room' until we can investigate further, everything else should be fine though."
The kitchen was being sealed off. She chuckled to herself as she entertained the idea that the Hazmat Team was here because of how bad the pizzas were. After Clay made his way back to her and the van drove out of the parking lot, she reiterated her joke to him.
"No, those guys weren't here because of the pizza. I gotta admit, that was a good one though." He told her.
"Well, why were those people here then?" She questioned him.
"Lead inspection." He answered almost immediately.
"I've wanted to get this building inspected for uhh... lead for years, and now that I'm in charge I figured what better time to do it then now." He continued.
She noticed that his demeaner had shifted from joyful and humorous to serious. Not enough to be extremely noticeable, but enough to be mildly unnerving. She quickly tried to think of something to change the subject.
"Ok, so what am I going to be doing today?"
"I'm glad you asked! Seeing as I've recently taken charge of the restaurant, I have now been given the oh so fun responsibility of filing taxes for this place." he said, groaning slightly.
"Unfortunately, the previous management misplaced several documents I need to prove company ownership of the restaurant and the land, which is where you come in."
He handed her a small sheet of paper.
"I need you to root through our documents to find the ones listed here. We'll get the others sorted later, but right now I need you to find these ones specifically."
She looked at the paper. It contained a list of five documents. Three of them appeared to be mailed letters as the only information written about them was a zip code and address, however two of them were listed with a set of letters and numbers.
"DoI 001, and DoI 002?" She read the names aloud.
"Don't worry, when you find one of those two envelopes, the code will be plastered all over them. Just read over the envelope the document is contained in, and if any of them match the things you see on that list, hand them over to me. Got it?"
"Ok, yeah." she replied.
As Clay walked inside, she stared at the list and took a moment to try and comprehend what was going on. She was incredibly confused about what just happened. Why did all these documents have such weird and convoluted names? The mail addresses she could kind of understand but the other two just raised questions. Ugh! Mike would have been able to explain this to her.
At the thought of him, she became mildly depressed, remembering how Clay had told her he didn't want to see anyone until he sorted out his problems. She had only just been able to find him again and then this whole mess had gone and ruined everything!
"Well, ye know what! Who needs him anyways, I'm going to find those damn documents and prove to Mikey that I can be a smart problem solver too!" She said triumphantly before walking into the building.
Clay led her into a room labeled 'Parts and Services' before placing several boxes of papers onto a large table in the middle of the room.
"Alright, these are the boxes you'll need to sort through in order to find this stuff. I might have some other tasks for you at some point, but for now just see if you can find anything in here. Don't feel bad if you can't find it today." he explained before walking out of the room.
She looked at the boxes worth of papers she was going to have to sort through and sighed in annoyance. This was going to be a very long, very boring day. She took a couple minutes to look around the room to see if any smoke detectors were present. Fortunately, there appeared to be none in this room nor any of the adjacent ones. Her fears quelled, she pulled out a carton of cigarettes she had brought in with her and lit one up as she prepared to dive into the mess of papers.
The rest of the day consisted of her occasionally sorting through the box of papers before becoming distracted by something and goofing off in the room until she heard Clay walking around and briefly returned to her duties. She was in there for almost the entire day, only leaving to go on a lunch break before returning to slack off on her job some more.
It wouldn't be until a half-hour before closing time when she finally made a breakthrough. She had been rummaging through the first box under the suspicion that Clay was outside the room when she pulled out two envelopes that had been stapled together, one of which matched the one of the addresses and zip codes marked on her list. Her face lit up when she saw this and her cigarette nearly dropped out of her mouth. She had done it; slacking had actually paid off!
She triumphantly opened the envelope and slid out part of the paper inside, nearly dropping her cigarette again when she saw the top of the document read in capital letters 'REQUEST FOR THE PSYCHIATRIC RECORDS OF MR. MICHEAL SOLOMON AFTON'. She stared at that title for what felt like minutes before her mind became flooded with questions. Why was a paper about Mikey in this children's pizzeria? What did any of this have to do with taxes?
There was definitely something going on here that she wasn't aware of, and there was only one way to figure out what that was at this point. She tore open the unopened letter and pulled the document out of the other and began to read the two of them.