Index 6 F470.1

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Fenton stared at the ceiling. He couldn't get him out of his head, his bright eyes, his happy demeanor, everything about him was just so perfect. He had hardly talked to him though, he didn’t even know his name.

“Dr. Umbren.” came the operator’s voice from the speaker on Fenton’s desk, startling Fenton and snapping him out of his daydreaming, “The F470.1s are back at Filas high school again.”

“Again? I’ll take care of it. That’s the third one this week, we need to get a permanent agent in there. Remind me to assign one when I get back.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fenton grabbed his hand-gun and an old piece of parchment from the armory, started to leave, then went back and grabbed his knife from a drawer in his desk. He climbed in his car and drove to the high school. The school was dark, the doors locked, there was not a person in sight. It did not take Fenton long to crack the lock on the front door, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. All the lights were off, save for a pulsing purple light coming from around the corner. He slowly made his way to the corner, as he approached, he heard cackling floating through the hallways from around the corner. Fenton drew his handgun and slowly moved towards the corner, as he came around the corner he leveled his gun and saw a small, wrinkly, green creature squatting on the floor near an open storage closet, a purple vortex spun in the closet behind it, casting an unearthly light over the floors and walls of the hallway. It screeched at the sight of Fenton and scurred away around a nearby corner. Fenton creeped slowly after it, pistol raised. 

As he rounded the corner, the creature leapt at him, screeching a cry that sent a chill down Fenton’s spine. He raised his pistol and fired two silver coated bullets into the creature's chest, and it fell to the ground smoking and shrieking.  

Fenton walked over the swirling vortex and pulled a piece of tattered parchment out of his lab coat, and began reciting the words on it, an incantation in old Gaelic, the meaning lost to time. The vortex slowed until it stopped spinning and disappeared. 

“That's the third one this week, we’ve got to find out what is causing these.” Fenton muttered to himself as he closed the supply closet. He then headed back out of the school building, and drove back to the station. 

“Hey, uh, Operator?” Fenton asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, Dr. Umbren?”

“I realised that I don’t actually know your name.” He blushed slightly.

“Oh, uh, Oliver, my name is Oliver.” replied the Operator, also blushing.

“Ah, Thank you, Oliver.” Fenton said and briskly walked away to write up and file his report. 

“Investigated F470.1 at Filas High School. Terminated one instance. Sealed portal. Assignment of permanent agent to respond to future instances recommended.”