Chapter 11: No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition

Fortunately, the ooze was dead ... Maybe ... I didn't check for a pulse. It did have a faintly pleasant odor that I couldn't place.

Simone was intrigued by the hatch. "I wonder how old this is?"

She stepped over the ooze and crouched her way through the hatch.

"Hairy? There's light, it came on when I stepped on the floor. This is pretty amazing. You should come in and look."

"Hey Gil?" I spoke to my mike.

"What is going on in there?"

"You're never going to believe it. There's a door in here. Simone is inside already and I'm going in."

I did. It closed. Shit!

A ticking sound, very faint, seemed to come through the walls.

A still taken from surveillance Camera Number three.

Ms Gil~Sitting in a cell, answering questions from Agent REDACTED of the REDACTED REDACTED Branch of the REDACTED REDACTED Service.

This is the transcript.

The questions have been redacted to protect Agent REDACTED from possible REDACTED and REDACTED.

Subpoenaed by Senator REDACTED Chairman of the Senate REDACTED Committee for National REDACTED and Oversight. Submitted this day REDACTED REDACTED by Angela REDACTED Probationary Secretary to Assistant REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED CPA. MBA.

Gil: I was sitting in my chair holding the tape and re-reading my Gregg when Hairy,

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Gil: yeah I know his name is David, but we've called him Hairy ever since he took his shirt off the first day at Lost Terrace.

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Gil: Lost Terrace is on the Wild and Scenic Missouri. He took off his shirt and Barb,

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Gil: She was in the woods with the Remington.

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Gil: From the secret stash in his Van.

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Gil: How should I know? He said, "You never know, ya know?"

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Gil: Training she said.

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Gil: Retired Army,

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Gil: I hope it was ours,

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Gil: Yes Sir, not getting smart, sir. Barb said, "Shit, you are a hairy bastard." He said, "My wife calls me that." and it stuck.

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Gil: No, I don't know her name, I never met her.

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Gil: He never brought her to a dig and never brought her to school.

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Gil: I never asked.

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Gil: He never said.

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Gil: son? yeah, I met him once.

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Gil: Charley.

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Gil: Maybe 12 or 13

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Gil: I don't know if he had other children. Wait, his daughter was in the same dorm.

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Gil: Weird name, ah ... Cherry? Cera? Serna? Cherish? yeah, Cherish.

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Gil: Come on, she lived in the same dorm

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Gil: Roskie Hall

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Gil: Montana State University.

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Gil: No record? How can there be no record?

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Gil: REDACTED

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Gil, very faint: Yes sir.

Agent REDACTED

Gil, sound REDACTED: No, sir.

Agent REDACTED Shut off the recorder and camera. You idiot.

This is a true copy. I affix my Seal and so do swear.