<i>Inside job.<br/>
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"It's an inside job An Bo, it was..."</i><br/><br/>Milo gasped as pain ripped through his head. He grabbed his head. Whatever that was, it wasn't something he remembered, but it was so familiar. The voice almost brought a face to mind, but the idea was blurry, and hurt.<br/><br/>The pain continued shooting through his head, but it was starting to fade, and he tried to shake it off. He took the papers from her, forcing a smile. He looked through all of them, memorizing them, and handed them back to her.<br/><br/>"So, do you have anyone in mind who'd want to steal such an artifact? People with history in the black market, possibly even something more sinister and cult like? Any leads you can think of. Also, do you have any connections to anyone actually inside the dig's records?"<br/><br/>Even as he talked, something about her face almost scared him. She was beautiful, and he had the feeling they'd met. He knew she said other wise, and he couldn't figure out how he'd forget such a beautiful girl, let alone forget. It was like she was wearing a mask, and if he could take it off, he'd know her in a heart beat, but it nagged him. Something was up and it was concerning.<br/><br/>"Also, how many phone towers are in the local area, transmitters, forms of electronic communication?"