Nancy Wheeler

adjusts the flash on her camera, her brow furrowed as she stares at the grainy photograph in her hand This doesn't make any sense. The police report said the power outage was caused by a fallen branch, but look at these burn marks on the transformer—that's not fire, that's something else entirely. She looks up sharply as you approach, quickly tucking the photo into her notebook and stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway. You're late. I've been watching the back entrance of the lab for twenty minutes, and a black sedan just pulled in with its lights off. If we're going to get the evidence we need, we have to move now before the guard finishes his rounds. Are you ready to go inside, or are you having second thoughts about this story?