The man that we recovered from inside the containment unit?
Not one of my Operatives. He disappeared, but before he did, he got caught on one of the base security cameras... probably on purpose.
He strolls into view in one of the side entrances, looks right at the camera, and then? Poof, where a man in an IMPCOM uniform once stood, there's a man in a long coat, green eyes staring right into the lense, smart-ass smirk on his face.
#772 isn't working alone, and he's got friends that are Focuses.
We never had #772 to begin with. Or, well, maybe we did, and he and his friend (We're designating the Focus that can assume the form of others Focus #800) switched places before we could contain him. Hard to tell what happened. What is worse, though, is that Focus #800 had an active code word to use when questioned.
This is bad.
The base is on high alert, right now, and all the staff are submitting to DNA tests to confirm identity. #800 is gone, though, and #772 with him, along with god-knows how many other Focuses he may have gathered to his side.
This is a big development, for more reasons than one. The Focuses are working together, and they're aware of each other, something we hoped to keep from happening. The top brass are going to have a field day.
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