She leaned slightly to wave her badge over the reader, never taking her eyes off the small group of newly hired analysts following her. She continued the speech as the frosted glass doors slid open behind her. “I’m sure you’re waiting to find out where the Roswell wreckage is kept, and where alien bodies are hidden?”
She practically sneered. “There aren’t any! This place leaks like a sieve. If there was anything worth knowing hidden here you’d already know it.”
A hand rose shakily from the nervous crowd, and then pointed into the facility behind her. “So then what’s that?”
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