<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Shadow</span></span><br/>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>The floor below the table trembles and glows and falls silent. The room is empty, yet elsewhere the tremor is felt.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">  “What was that?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">  “What was what, Sir. Nothing is showing on the alarms!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">  “Carry on, Major.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Signals sent. Moscow and Beijing and Bonn and Paris an d Andover and Canberra and Wellington and Pretoria each acknowledge a ripple and nothing on the instruments. Or the other instruments.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Arial Black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">  “What the hell are the witches doing? I know they’re behind this but what the hell was that? It came from a direction we don’t know about!”</span></span><br/>