INTERVIEWER: Agent Alice Sterling

SUBJECT: Agent Clark Adams

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STERLING: What the fuck, Clark.

ADAMS: No, look, I can explain-

STERLING: What were you doing in a brothel?

ADAMS: I mean, there's only like two things to do in a brothel.

STERLING: And both are illegal! I don't care what you do on your leisure time, but like-

ADAMS: Look, can we focus on the anomaly?

[STERLING sighs.]

STERLING: Yes, alright. Let's hear it, from the start.

ADAMS: Well, I'd just finished following up on a couple of reports, you know how it is, and I decided to explore the city, get a feel for the place. A couple of the boys, not naming names, had mentioned this one place to me, real fancy, high-class place where you could find a, uh, companion, for the night. So that night I was feeling particularly frisky. You know what they say, the hog wants what it wants.

STERLING: Is this really necessary?

ADAMS: I'm just trying to give you a feel for the story, boss. So anyway, I goes to the place, right, and it's this dinky little hole-in-the-wall building, and that's when I noticed the red lights inside the glass and I think to myself, those motherfuckers sent me to a brothel. They really put one over on me, and I had half a mind to go back and give 'em a piece of my mind, sending me off to an illegal esta-

STERLING: You already told me that you knew it was a brothel, Clark.

ADAMS: … Right, yes, I did.

STERLING: Just get on with it.

ADAMS: Well, I went inside, and then I noticed the little doohickey [ADAMS points to the TRE Counter on the table] started beeping its little head off. I'd forgotten to take it out of my bag after my shift, and now it was ruining my evening.

STERLING: Then I assume you left the premises and alerted base.

ADAMS: Er, no. Well, I-I thought about doing that, but figured it'd look real bad if it was a false alarm or something, and I was already there anyway, I might as well investigate some by myself before calling in the cavalry.

STERLING: Uh huh.

ADAMS: So anyway, the lady at the little desk at the lobby asked me whether I was looking for some fun for the night. I says yes, and she tells me their prices. I paid up, can't put a price on containment-

STERLING: With your own money?

ADAMS: Of course.

STERLING: Then why was there a withdrawal last night of $70 in your name?

ADAMS: Uh, gas money? Anyway, I got sent on up the stairs to one of the rooms. I went in, real tasteful place, well-decorated, and flopped out down on the bed. To set up an ambush.

STERLING: Naked, according to your report.

ADAMS: Yes, boss. When in Rome…

[STERLING shakes her head before motioning for him to continue.]

ADAMS: Well, a couple minutes later, this woman opens the door and comes through. Nice-looking girl, dressed in some fine evening-wear. I was real distracted, which is why I didn't notice the horns until we were on the bed.

STERLING: Good god.

ADAMS: Look, boss, I paid out my nose for that, I'm gonna get my money's worth. And good GOLLY, was it worth the money. I tell you, that was, by far, the most-

STERLING: I really don't need to hear this, Clark.

ADAMS: Right, yes. Well, when we were done, I figured between the sensor going ape and the horns on the gal, I had found me a demon hotspot.

STERLING: So that's when you headed back to base to report it. We'll send in a team to st-

ADAMS: Er, no. That was when I went back in for round two.

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