And then he woke up.
He huffed out a breath and gasped. He was covered in sweat, even though the room was cool. His eyes were still shut, but he felt the wetness gathered at the rims of his eyelids. He squeezed and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye and wet the outer rim of his ear.
Right away, he calmed. The intensity of whatever emotion he’d been feeling that brought him to tears just vanished.
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“If we hadn’t gotten there in time, who knows what kind of ‘big fish’ tabloid tale this might have turned into,” Director Galingale said as she scanned her card for the secure lower level elevator.
Dietrich followed the Director into the elevator, still encumbered with his carry-on. An hour before, he had come out of the airport with no clue why he’d been summoned back to headquarters with such urgency. He had been on a research trip to Europe, where he’d gone to procure more primary texts for their general research division. Now he felt the familiar excitement and nervousness at the prospect of encountering a new being or entity.
“How did you find it–him?” he asked.
“One of our special assets was used, and that’s all I was told,” the Director said. “That and the fact that you were specifically requested.”
Before Dietrich could ask why, the elevator doors opened and the Director rushed him down a well-lit corridor at the end of which was an airlock style door guarded by two agents in maroon uniforms. And though the Director had described what he would be seeing beyond those doors, the sight still took Dietrich’s breath away.
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