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The clerk looked up from her magazine to scan a young man's items. "Gotta get ready early, Halloween is only a single month away," The young man spoke, not actually wanting to receive a response, "By the way, my names Pentigan."

"That'll be 3k sir." The clerk said in a dreary monotone.

"Oh, right." Pentigan said as he rummaged around in his pockets for his wallet. As he pulled out the small leather wallet the security monitor on the wall suddenly blanked out and began emmiting a strange noise. The clerk grabbed the remote and tried to change the channel, it was still occuring. Pentigan silently slipped in a pair of earbuds and donned a pair of black sunglasses. In one swift movement he slid over the counter, removed the television from the power source and neuralised the clerk.

"I was never here, a perfectly normal man purchased this stuff and paid this money," Pentigan said, placing 3.5k gold on the counter, "Then you decided to turn off the TV."

Pentigan strolled from the store quietly and quickly headed towards a perfectly normal-looking house... And in a little over a moment he zoomed off to GIB HQ.

At the HQ everything was busy, very busy. Agents were gathering equipment, scientists were fiddling with computer consoles trying to locate the source of the signal and a few guys in in casual wear were running about carrying large amounts of coffee.

"Any word from our counterparts yet?" Pentigan asked the scientist posted at the ICAAACD (Inter-Continental Anti-Alien Agency Communication Device) "We've got the Central European Alien Bureau, we're getting non-zombine groaning on England... ("Bloody Torchwood..".) We're tracking Asia and Oceana but the line's down to the main base for America, in New York. All of them have got the signal in their area. All we know is that it's coming from somewhere around... Altitude 88, Azumith 190."

Pentigan walked over to a spare console and brought up a phone, he knew what was there, and he knew who to call...

"Get me Kiga..."

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The weather outside had began to turn colder as Autumn came to be. A lit cigarette began to burn as the smoke was inhaled into the lungs of Brail, who was leaning on a wall facing the street in front of him. While one hand took the cigarette from his mouth, the other had reached for his sunglasses that hid his face. Taking them off, he rubbed his eyes.

The work he does at HQ began to grow weary on Brail. He was losing sleep or just would not sleep at all. His life revolved around his job and he was very content with this. Though, he often questioned the reason of his home. If he could only put a bed at his work he would never have to leave.

He pushed himself off the wall that was supporting him. A long stretch was satisfying. He turned and began to walk. A barely lit cigarette lays on the ground where he once was. It is the only evidence of his existence.

"Ah, you're alive. My name is Agent Pentigan, we met during Saikyou. We need you to get down to GIB HQ immediently, do you have a tv? Turn it on to see why we need you here, I will be expecting your arrival."

Pentigan hung up the phone quickly, normally he would have waited between lines for a response but he was feeling on edge.

Upon entering the GIB Brail headed towards his office. Everybody seemed to be in a big hurry to be somewhere. He hasn't seen this much activity in awhile. Brail was clueless as to what was going on. He always felt that he was never told anything but as long it didn't have much to do with him, he was alright with it. His life had been going by slowly and it seemed to him that his work in the GIB was dwindling down. This thought had been slowly growing on him as he felt almost useless in the GIB now. Sure, every now and then he might have to treat another agent who may have gotten hurt during some type of "experimenting", but that was pretty much it. He entered his office and took a seat in his chair, turning on his multiple computers. Perhaps he should learn what's going on and get involved. He needed something to get him back into the old days; the days that he was happy doing his part in the GIB. He sat back and stretched as his computers finally finished booting up.

Pentigan walked up to Kiga.

Kiga, we called you here because something has sent a carrier signal for something... And it came from a certain planet. Altitude 88, Azumith 190. Our version of your home planet... If there is anything that could have come with it, we need to know what it is."

Pentigan looked gravely at Kiga.

"Unfortunatly not, the signal has a secondary effect. It seems that several spirits have actualised themselves, and they all originated from a single graveyard outside Durem. The groundskeeper has a portable tv in his hut. We believe that when the signal intersects with the location of spirits they are forced to actualise, and no spirit likes to actualise unless necesary."