I didn't bother knocking. Popping in unannounced when she was not in a meeting was basically in my job description. Right next to organizing schedules down to the tens of seconds…
She looked up from a map of the Pacific Northwest region taped to a corkboard, pins marking locations I recognized from my own damn research. The areas that have been hit with thefts of certain long shelf life goods. Practically the same kind we have been stockpiling.
Apocalypse prepping has never been so in vogue. But no one has been stupid enough to rob a Lunarizon shipment. Yet.
Of course, investigating werewolf conspiracy theories that turn out to be real is more of a hobby with additional pay. No official laundry list of duties. Even if I do it on company time, just like she does.
"Your alien girlfriend did a thing again, apparently."
"I... what am I looking at?"
