Thompson pulled the jeep in front of the police station. "After you, sir," he said, heading toward the door with Kendall.
They entered the station, which looked perfectly normal, and approached a large, gorilla like officer.
Grady Leer had just returned from his beat and was settling in to some paperwork when two strangers came in.
"Agent Kendall, FBI," the first man said.
"Lieutenant Thompson."
"What can I do for you folks?" Grady said, in a mostly friendly manner.
"We'd like to speak to your Captain, please?" Kendall said. "We require some assistance."
Leer seemed to nod. "Why don't you wait in the conference room?" He said, obligingly, escorting them there. "Someone will be in to see you shortly."
Thompson sat, waiting.
"This is not a Class 5," Kendall said. "I don't think."
"What is a Class 5?" Thompson asked.
"It's a scale we use to rate unexplained phenomenon. Class 5 is something like a man who shouldn't exist appearing...Class 1 would be a complete catastrophe...impending doom on a large scale. But...if this has happened, then this is much more serious than I thought..."
"What?"
"Look at yourself, Thompson...and do not take that pendant off for anything."
Thompson slowly looked down...
