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Izzy nodded and scratched the back of his head "wow..two missions in one day? I like that..keeps my mind focused...sure!" he walked next to Laura and sat patiently and remained silent.

Upon hearing the work "Squonk", Laura wrinkled her nose and her brow creased. She muttered, "Ugly little crybabies. When I was a rookie I caught one in a cage but it slipped out. I hate monsters that do the same thing I can do. It's like fighting ugly little versions of me." She shuddered.
Laura was hungry, so she cut the conversation. "We'll meet you here tomorrow morning, Mo... around nine, if that's alright. For now, I need a grilled cheese sandwich."
She was already making a list in her head of all the things she'd need to bring with her. Plexiglass cages, thought Laura as she turned on her heel and went toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Laura went through the refrigerators.
There were three of them. There was one for meats and eggs, one for cheese, vegetables, and fruits, and one for milk, juices, sodas, and condiments. They were the huge industrial-grade ones, too, so they were almost four feet across by seven feet tall by three feet deep. This was how a person should, live, Laura thought.
"Do you like bacon?" She asked Izzy. Honestly, she thought of that as a rhetorical question. Who in their right mind would possibly say no? A vegetarian, that was who. Laura hated vegetarians.
She found a pan and other necessary cooking utensils, then started the bacon. She dug out lettuce and tomatoes, then got the mayo, and finally got bread.
Laura's BLTs were amazing. They were also one of very few things Laura could successfully concoct.
She got everything ready for herself and Izzy and then sat in front of the stove to watch the bacon cook, occasionally turning the pig strips over with a spatula.
And now the waiting game.

Laura smiled. Caffeine was her very good friend, but she limited herself to one mountain dew a day. She did have a cache of them in her closet, though.
When finally satisfied that the bacon was done, she flipped the pig strips onto the sandwiches. She passed a plate to Izzy and ate hers from where she was sitting by the stove.
She was a fan of the seven-minute-rule: that simple fact that one had seven minutes between the time you were full and the time you knew you were full, and you had to use that time to finish all of your food. Laura was an amazing competitive eater- but only as far as speed was concerned and only with certain foods. Like sandwiches. She was done with hers in about three and a half minutes.
Part of this philosophy dictated only eating when she was hungry. Often this meant only one large meal a day. People said it was unhealthy, but the system worked perfectly for Laura.
"Do you know what squonks are? I figured I should probably give you a heads up before we leave tomorrow."

"They're really, really ugly," Laura began. "They've got ears like rodents and long faces, but I'm not so sure about their body shape because their skin hangs off 'em like they're one of those fancy Shar-Pei dogs. The gross part of that is that they're covered with sores. Boils, warts, all that nasty stuff.
"They cry all the time. Apparently they've got nothing better to do. Anyway, the trick to catching them is that they turn into tears if you try. That's why conventional cages don't work." She paused. "But I've never met a mean one before. They're usually just miserable."

"It always is," Laura said as she slid off of her stool. She headed to the door of the kitchen and quickly retrieved the paperwork she'd need to fill out for the lion incident. She returned and started writing busily. She passed a page to Zigfreid, along with a pen, and said, "Write down what happened. You and I both get to do one of these. They go faster than you'd think."
She got back to her own papers.

Laura snatched it smoothly and slid it into a manila folder along with her account of the events.
"I'm gonna go file these and then I'm gonna get all the gear we'll need for tomorrow," she informed her friend. She gave him a good-bye salute with the hand that was holding the folder. She stepped out the door, but ducked in a moment later to remind him, "Help yourself to the food if you like, meet interesting people, et cetera. Have fun!"
It took Laura a while to get the folder where it belonged because the ABC file was missing. She uncovered it from underneath the cardboard box of documents that the bureau had used for Mothman data since the first sightings of the so-called beast. Mothman wasn't a bad guy once you spoke with him, she mused. Now the Jersey Devil, that guy was a jerk.
By the time she was done moving boxes and files to their proper positions, she'd spent almost a half hour in the office. Not wanting to push it, she slipped out under the door and retreated to the supplies room.
It wasn't really a room. It was more of an underground warehouse. It had everything one could need on a hunt for the supernatural and or paranormal. It was like Costco, but with better lighting and a much higher IQ.
The agent took her time getting waterproof supplies- vacuum-seal plexiglass cages were the first on her list, but she realized that it would still be hard catching them.
She smiled, knowing exactly what to bring...