“More of these damn budget cuts!” Oliver yelled pounding his fist on his desk.

“Ever since they forced us to respond to public reports, we haven’t had a legitimate case in 6 months. You think they are shutting us down?” I ask.

As the newest member of the Paranormal Response Unit (PRU), I was just beginning to fit in with the other members. My concern was sincere as 5 jobs in 3 years has not sat well with me, and although I was told this is a high risk position, my options were limited.

The alarm echoed loud through the office. “Scout Officer Orh reports condition red at Epinson Research.” the monotone dispatchers voices proclaimed.

“Again? Shit, I’m tired of getting my gun out for these paranoid scouts.” Oliver said while grabbing his equipment from his locker. With a laugh he said, “Plus, I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night!”

As we arrived to the site, the buildings appeared chard. One sealed metal building remained. Orh’s badge lay on the ground and a trail of blood streaked under the locked door.