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As time goes on, the theory that your group is involved in a covert evidence destroying shakes and trembles beneath countless, non-incriminating rubble.
Maybe the others fare better? You think, when you drop a tome by an accident. Falling with whoosh, it hits the edge of the desk, your thighs, and lands wide open on the ground.
Dismayed, you hunch and reach for it when a particular, old and waned, but futuristic looking sapphire-white and silver bookmark lies inside.
Looking around for any onlookers - Jaq in particular - you pick the book up. Sliding the sheet out, you find it's not just a fancy bookmark, but some kind of brochure. Turning it overleaf a few times, you inspect it's curious design - it shows silhouette of a man with multicolored skies in the background. Quite generic, but when you read the headline written in a font straight out of sci-fi-
<span class="mu-b">'Project 'RIFT': Convergence Bridges Dreams and Future.</span>
- It piques your attention. On the double you tear the book it came from. It's a random novel with, of course, waaay to long a title to care for, so you shove it right into the shredder to cover your tracks. As the whirr permeates the chamber, you start reading.
'For millennia humanity was bound by invisible shakles of rules; rules we never dared to challenge. As our peak, we imagined ourselves capable of understanding; it's time to rise this bar, time to imagine a new scale for civilization, together with us, Project 'RIFT'.
Invest today into the future of our dreams. Official reveal of groundbreaking 'RIFT-0', as well as 'RIFT-1' to '9', for public and private sector will be led by one and only, Doctor W.H. Br-'
Disappointingly, After that, there is a large, mostly circular stain form black fluid. Meh, someone used it as a stand for coffee, and a good few decades ago, too.
As you stare at the dilapidated brochure, someone gently pokes you on your forehead - and you don't need to look up to know who exactly that is.
"Hello, Aki!" Your overseer greets you, leaning on the boxes for support, smiling evily. "What are you doing~?"
"A-angelina I..." You stammer.
"Boop~" You blink as you are poked again. "If you are tired, tell me... Don't just stop, oh, and don't do that again, please." She coos, and guides your hand so that the brochure nears the shredder.
Gasping, you steady your hand in defiance, and meet her gaze with pleading eyes... You can't lose a clue now!
To your surprise, Angelina relents and quickly puts in a different sheet of paper instead. "Let it be a lesson." She says seriously, as the machine roars to life. Content, she skips back to her spot at the counter, leaving you stunned in place.
Shaking back into reality, you hide the brochure in your jacket's inner pocket, just in time when both Alex and Jaq peer curiously from behind their walls of cardboard.
"Are you alright, madam?"
"Whatever you did... Keep doing it, just don't get caught." Jaq says, intrigued. "But don't slouch on the quota."
