I don't know if shoveling new agents around to different facilities is standard for the foundation,

or if it's just me.

I guess after a couple of successful jobs together, they decided that three of us would make an effective team.

By the three of us, I mean myself, Minnie Booth, and my trusted dog book. Director Griffith is a man whose motives aren't easily apparent,

but it appears he doesn't want to break up our little band.

We haven't had any fieldwork since our last job.

Instead, the foundation has been taking us on a tour of the different anomalies they have contained.

We've seen a few things that left me scratching my head, and a couple more that gave me nightmares.

I guess it's Director Griffith's idea of a show of good faith.

We're no longer considered potential security risks, and finally get to peek at some of the classified

goodies that the foundation keeps under lock and key.

The facilities all look the same inside, stark and bare, but active with the hustle and bustle

of hundreds of people.

I haven't seen them from the outside, but I imagine they all look pretty similar.

Nondescript buildings that could be private or government, the ones you pass every day on the street, but never have a reason to venture into.

One thing that is constant in every facility so far is the cafeteria.

I guess when you have a bunch of people working on classified things,

they prefer to have their people eat in-house. That, or maybe most of the foundation researchers,

still fall in the same gray category as many and myself. Granted a small amount of trust,

but not enough to let us wander the outside

world unmonitored. There are two great things about the cafeterias. First, a selection of

grub from all around the world, from fried chicken to Vietnamese fa. Second, and most importantly,

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