Lieutenant Rossberg was working at his desk, in the poorly decorated office he was sharing with two other people. Folders, papers, photos, and books were scattered over the young man's desk. As a result, the surface of the table was barely visible. One of books, written by Doctor Daniel Jackson, was titled, "The Truth about the Pyramids". Rossberg glanced at the author's face on the cover. The face and the label saying "$5" covered half of the surface. The lieutenant focused again on the two photos he had been looking at for some time. One showed the small box found in Samuel Wyle's house. The other showed the small dark slats coming from the box the member of the AFOSI had managed to open.
Rossberg raised his head as he sensed someone approaching. He straightened up. Agent Davidson, the one who didn't appreciate seeing him at Wyle's house, stood across Rossberg's desk, stiff.
"Lieutenant Rossberg, I'd like to inform you we're closing the Samuel Wyle case."
"What do we do about the box with the slats?" Rossberg asked, surprised by such a decision.
"This is no longer our business."
"The lab couldn't identify what it was, and this is no longer our business? We should–"
"We should do nothing," Davidson curtly cut in. He continued, less abrupt, "The case's closed. You did what you had to do. Bring your stuff to Bankston because I need you to look into this."
Davidson handed out to Rossberg the folder he was holding, then, left the room. The young officer put the folder onto the desk and sank in his uncomfortable chair. He was upset that Davidson wasn't interested in the box and its strange content. The lieutenant glanced at the screen of his computer. A window was opened: an article about Daniel Jackson and his theory about Egyptian pyramids used as landing platforms by aliens. Rossberg opened a second window and typed "famous geologists today" in the search bar. He wouldn't give up so easily.