“Listen, kid,” the man behind the desk, whose features one could not quite make out, took a drag from his cigar, “It’s all real. Magic. Bigfoot. UFO’s with little green men from Mars. All of it. Except, they ain’t green, they ain’t from Mars, and they sure as hell don’t go around picking up rednecks to shove probes up their asses. They’re real, and they pose a serious risk to the greater public. Can you imagine the panic that would ensue if the public found out that UFO’s are extraterrestrial predators with a hankering for human flesh?”
Another drag from his cigar. “That’s where we come in. You, me, and every other schmuck in the Organization. We keep things quiet, the things that the people shouldn’t know about. We cover up the accidents, patch the breaks in the simulation, so to speak. We ain’t in a simulation. We’ve checked.” He said, with the air of someone who’d explained this a dozen hundred times. “We keep the darkness at bay, protect the rest of humanity, and study the supernatural. If you want out, just say so. We can wipe your memory and send you on your way. But if you want in,” he leaned in close, “you’re in ‘till you’re outta this mortal coil.”
It was only after you left his office, training booklet in hand, that you realized he had never once exhaled the smoke from his cigar.
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