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[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

"Magical anomaly Sir..." an agent reported. "Strong... consistent with long-range teleportation."

"What?" Regis asked. "How, and where."

"Well sir, it was around the area of effect. Uh.... about 200 meters." The agent responded. "Suggestions, sir?"

"No. Probably just a problem with the scanners." Regis concluded. He got himself up, and tried pulling himself together. It was amazing that he wouldnt crack under the pressure of the Alpha incident, but the death of a single agent would? No... Not just an agent. His friend.

lov... e. he thought. She was trying to say love.

"Pack it up, and write the reports. When the area is clear, send in investigative teams, and casualty collection." Regis ordered. "Keep this area clear of civilians and press. A media fireestorm is the last thing we need."