| The doorbell rings.
W.H. walks out of the kitchen towards the door.
"Yes, who is there?"
"Mr. Hammet! We would like to talk to you for a few minutes!"
He responds through the still closed door:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Please, open the door, we would like to discuss something with you!"
He opens the door.
The NIA officers are wearing normal clothes, with one man wearing jeans and a flannel while the other is wearing khakis and a polo. Willie Hammet is a man age 38. He has short brown hair, is moderately shaved, wears jeans and a light green t-shirt with long sleeves. On his left wrist is a metallic watch.
"Yes?
"Mr Hammet, we would like to discuss with you your involvement and activities regarding 'the Order of Contactors'."
"Who are you?"
The man in a flannel pulls out a Badge that reads NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY POLSKIE.
"May we step inside?"
"Yes, finally someone wants to talk with me. Please come in."
"You are not in any sort of trouble, we are just working with the Department of Containing Anomalous Entities."
They both step inside.
He leads them inside and points at a couch in the living room with a small table.
They sit down.
He sits down in a chair at the table facing them.
The man in the flannel sits up "My name is Boleslaw Dyzec."
"This is my Associate Anatoly Kroliciz."
"I see, please tell me your not going to write me off as mad or crazy. I've had my fair share of those people in the past."
"We won't, a lot of this situation cannot be explained with normalities."
"This is why we are working with the DCAE."
He pauses for a second.
Silently to himself speaking "... oh no... What have they done now?"
He looks up again
"You said you had questions?"
"Yes, regarding your involvement with the Order of Contactors and their involvement with a massive heist of important government documents regarding a conspiracy with the Acolyte Incident a few months ago."
"There have been many incidents, which I will not get into."
"But it's been."
"A wild ride" He rubs his temples.
"We are form Theia, you see."
He looks a bit startled.
"I had nothing to do with that, whatever they did, I left the order years ago."
"Though to this day I don't understand why I am still not dead..."
"Yes, we are aware"
"We need to find the Order of Contactors."
"Well, good luck with that..."
"The only place I know was abandoned as soon as I left."
"And let me tell you, they don't leave a trace. Not. A single. One."
"I see."
"What do they do?"
"Like what is their purpose?"
"When I was contacted to be a member they told me it was a protection against greater threats, cosmic forces, alien, you name it. Everything with which the mere contact would be too dangerous for humankind. They always made contact with other races long before even the most secret of security agencies had caught a glimpse of them."
He pauses.
"But looking back now... I don't actually know what their purpose is. You see I was only ever part of their sort of basic members. You know, those who do all the normal work which is required. I trusted that what I did was right."
"Interesting."
"We have made first contact with the Acolytians, at least this we thought, and they have been thwarting our research, driving off key members of our investigation teams. They even put out a hit on two of the police investigators on a once completely separate incident that got involved once we found two pieces of evidence connecting them."
"This investigation has gotten the entirety of Polsk and CSIS using everything In their databases and records, as well as using every bit of advanced technology we have to track them."
He looks the officer in the face... and makes small smile.
"Oh, oooh, I like the sound of that."
He looks slightly down
"They're getting sloppy"
"It sure seems that way form what you've told us."
Anatoly, who was mostly silent speaks up "What if you flew back to Theia with us and helped us. We understand this would put you at risk for being targeted, but you are the last chance we got."
Silently to himself "Or maybe the tech level of the governments is catching up to theirs."
He looks up.
"Oh, yeah, I would be happy to. I mean I am as safe in this place as in any other so why not?"
"Let me pack my things. For when should I be ready?"
Both of them look surprised.
"We would be taking you off world. You may be living in Polsk for a while depending on how long it takes."
"Oh, I have made myself accustomed to frequently switching locations. Though I guess I've been a bit lazy in doing so lately."
"I see"
"Well, we will be on Yata for the next 2 days, let us know when you are ready by then and we will go back to Polsk with you."
"Alright."
He gets up from the chair and walks towards a closet on the wall. Putting his hands on both handles he opens the right door. From inside he pulls a a black leather briefcase.
He closes the door again and walks over to the small table, placing the briefcase on top of it.
He walks into the hallway and comes back with a dark green jacket and a black backpack on.
"Ready. We better not stay here longer than we need to."
"Alright."
They all leave together and head back to Polsk.
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