<div class="floatright">(http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/225/e/4/the_sheriff_s_secret_police__night_vale_by_thatoneguywithbrains-d6hyh6f.png)(http://37.media.tumblr.com/9cf63cb247b3a91786182965f888021a/tumblr_mqiefwKmt81syrhi9o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>Welcome to Night Vale. </span></span></strong></div><br/>Jordan brushed her short hair out of her face, still hardly believing it was true, she had made it. The NVCR Intern application program was rigorous, and a lot of the applicants didn't make it out. They didn't necessarily die<em>per se</em>, but letters of condolence were sent to the families none the less. She looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands over the purple t-shirt, her very own badge of honor. She could not wait to get down to the station and start her first day of work, she was totally stoked.<br/><br/>She had just sat down to pull on her shoes when the insistent ringing of her phone dragged her out of happy day dreams. Cramming the device between her ear and shoulder she continued to tie her shoe, absolutely not wanting to be late. Cecil's voice poured out of the ear piece, and she had a terrible moment of fear. Was he calling to tell her not to come in? Were they rejecting her?<br/><br/>"Hi! Jordan, is this Jordan?"<br/><br/>Swallowing a lump in her throat she made a sound that was as close as she could to a yes. He continured, "This is Cecil, you know from NVCR." Even nervous as she was, she found it amusing that he felt the need to tell her who he was, like anyone in town didn't recognize his voice. "You haven't left for work yet have you?" She managed to croak a no over her mounting horror, all the ways he could tell her they no longer wanted her to intern playing in her head.<em>Shit, shit, shit,</em>she thought.<br/><br/>"Good, good, I am glad I caught you at home, this is about your first assignment as a NVCR Intern." Jordan breathed a throaty sigh of relief in the receiver as the voice of Night Vale continued to talk right over her. "So we decided that we want to do an appreciation piece on the Sheriff's Secret Police, you know because they do so much for our community but none of us really understand the true scope of how much our community needs them."<br/><br/>Jordan's mind reeled, she had always been sort of frightened by the Secret Police. When she was a kid she had been playing outside with her cousin when he had been taken during election season, to ensure his parent's voted properly, and never returned from the Abandoned Mineshaft. She wasn't really sure that finding out about the inner workings of the Sheriff's Office was a good idea.<br/><br/>"Neat, right?" Cecil continued, seemingly not noticing that the conversation was one sided, well he was a radio host, so maybe it seemed normal to him she supposed. "So anyway I arranged for you to go undercover, because its a secret appreciation piece for them, like a surprise you know? We don't want to tip our hand too soon."<br/><br/>"Uh, sure-" was all she managed to get out before he started talking again.<br/><br/>"So you need to be at the Moonlight Diner in... Oh, about thirty minutes to meet your contact at the Secret Police. Remember they don't know your coming! By the way, you should probably not wear your intern shirt, mmkay? Alright, good luck then!" The line went dead. All Jordan could do was sit there, utterly dumb founded. They wanted her to snoop around the Sheriff's Secret Police? She had to be dreaming, had to be. She pinched herself. Nope, still awake and now her arm hurt. Shit, she thought to herself again.<br/><br/>Well if she was going to be an NVCR Intern, these were the things she had to be prepared to do. Quickly, if somewhat reluctantly she tugged off her purple intern shirt and grabbed one of her regular ones, pulling it over her head without even looking at it. She didn't have much time to get to the diner, so after a checklist to make sure she had her basics: phone yes, keys yes, lip balm yes, pocket knife yes, she ran out the door.<br/><br/>Her ailing Hornet Sportabout squealed in protest as she made the turn into the diner parking lot. Glancing around nervously for her supposed contact, Jordan found herself half hoping whoever it was wouldn't show. Just when she was beginning to suspect she was right someone tapped her on the shoulder and nearly caused her to jump out of her skin.<br/><br/>