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"What've we got?" Blackwell asked, thumbing through the manila folder's contents.
Jenkins pushed his glasses up his nose, a futile gesture, as they began to slide down again nearly immediately. "It's an anomoly sir," he began.
"No shit, cut to the chase."
"Yes, sir. It's a cube, exactly eighteen inches on a side. Material unknown as we have been unable to harvest a sample for testing and it has proven immune to any testing in the field. The object is fixed one point three meters above the ground in rural Pennsylvania. The field team couldn't budge it with a tow rope and a tow truck."
The director swore under his breath, "OK, what do we do about it? Do we risk using a cypher, or attempting to bring in an expert via the Philadelphia matter gate?"
Jenkins frowned, "No sir, I don't think we should risk any material assets on this. We don't know what it is, or how it could react. We could contact our allies in Ruk, and ask for assistance, but I don't know if they will be able to help."
Blackwell gave Jenkins a level look, "What is your recommendation then?"
"Quarantine, sir. Put one of the junior teams on it. We watch, we wait, we record all observances of the object and the area and collect as much data as possible."
"And we hope that this thing isn't some kind of reality bomb?" Blackwell asked, not entirely amused.