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MiB Headquarters,
Post-Black Oil Infestation Recovery Operation: Day Twenty-Two,
Office of Agent Zed
Zed passes his hand over a small sphere set into the surface of his desk. The curved glass window around his office darkens and goes opaque. Indirect lighting keeps the light at a steady level, but the room doesn't feel quite so exposed now

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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph shoves her hands in her pockets and steps through, trying her best not to look intimidated.

"Gang's all here?" she enquires, with forced cheer. The Security badge in her pocket is a comforting reminder that she can escape at any stage; she fiddles with it for a moment, perching cross-legged on the chair in front of the desk.

"So ... yeah."

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Zed and K both take a seat.

"Let me say this up front," Zed begins. "You've got absolutely nothing to worry about. We're all friends here. Hell, we're in your debt."

K nods. "The second you want to bow out of this, just say the word."

"But the thing is, Stephanie," Zed continues. "We think you might have seen something during the fight. Something none of us realized at the time."

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph looks at them warily.

"You ... do?"

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Zed nods. "We do."

He flips open a plastic folder on his desk, picks up a large photograph and slides it toward Steph.

The photograph shows a wide section of floor, somewhere in the MiB Headquarters. The jagged edge of a hole at one side makes it easy to tell it's part of the Main Hall, right after Duo's missile fire against the giant bugs made part of the floor collapse all the way down to the lowest sublevel.

But the photo itself is centered on two pairs of footprints, facing each other. The pair nearest the hole is normal sized. The other pair, several feet away from the first, is larger. Maybe of someone just over seven feet tall.

The footprints seem flash-burned into the floor.