Alicia ignored the commentary. Or the disgusted face Jack made when seeing her.<br/>“Starting today you all will make up a new division run by the government,” she started. “For this, as of now, you all have the same security clearance, so that you can discuss freely. Your task is, simply said, to make sure that ‘rare animals’ don’t cause any issues. This includes but is not restricted to confirming the existence of the animal, which environment they live in, being a threat to humans, what they eat, etc. The name of this division is Cryptid Research And Particularities. Furthermore, this is all top secret and so on. You all know the drill. I’ll be your direct supervisor. For now you can all settle in and when there is a job I’ll be back to inform you. Everything that you packed for shipping will arrive within the next few days.”<br/>---<br/>Jack put his bag next to the door, folded his umbrella, and put it in a corner. He politely declined the cigarette. Seeing Alicia is as awful as always. Lengthy explanations are clearly not her thing. Regardless about talking freely, it was not like he would discuss the creation of American super soldiers by pumping people full of LSD in order to create a new dimension of sensory experience, with a nazi. On the other hand, why would that guy be here if he could not be trusted at least a little. And the other guy…. Well, it was to be seen. There are enough ways of getting rid of someone without anyone suspecting a crime.<br/>The provided information was bare bone, but seemed to be within his field of expertise. Something just unknown to the common person which could still be explained in a scientific way. They would definitely need some cages if they catch something. Dissection equipment…<br/>“If there are no further questions, I’ll be on my way,” Alicia interrupted Jacks thoughts. “In case you find anything amiss, make a list and hand it to me on my next visit.”