Moses Muggs was asleep at his desk, exhausted after taking a two-mile walk around Washington to clear his head. Suddenly, the red phone on his desk rang, jolting him from his slumber. Eyes closed, he reached out for the receiver and drew it to his ear.

"Yeah? This is Moses.”

“Muggsy! Guess who?”

“A.J.?”

“None other.”

“Where the hell have you been? Are you on the secure line? Shriver’s been riding me hard this week, demanding results.”

“Shriver’s a suit, don’t worry about it. And yes, the line is secure. I have just acquired the bomb we’re going to drop on VirCorp.”

“No shit? What’s the deal?”

“They have successfully cloned a human being. Not just once, twenty-five times! I’ve got the men with me right now, including the original subject that they tried to silence. It turns out he used to work with me. Both have agreed to cooperate with us. I sent you some encrypted files, like we discussed, over an hour ago. Where’ve you been?”

“On one of those damn walks the doctors want me take every night. Let me pull up the files.” Muggs turned his monitor on and checked the protected directory. “Wow, you’ve been busy.”

“Workin’ like the dog I am.”

“This is amazing! We’ve got to get you guys out of there fast!”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.”

“Can you call me back in ten minutes? I’m going to buzz Shriver and see how soon we can pull you out.”

“Sure, Mose. I’ll call you in ten.” Al hung up.

Muggs read through the affidavits, gaping. “Unbelievable!” He opened the video files and watched the testimony. He stood up from his desk and danced a happy little dance, shimmying from side to side. “We’ve caught you in the act, rat bastards!” Pausing in reverie, he picked up the black phone and dialed Shriver’s mobile number.

“Yeah?” Shriver sounded like he had just been interrupted from something fun. “This better be good, Mose!”

"We got ‘em, sir! Red handed. A.J.’s got two men in protective custody right now. We have the witnesses, their affidavits, everything we need give the Attorney General.”

“Really?” The Director could not hide his elation. “That’s fantastic! And you’re sure he has the men in custody?”

“Yes, I just read the documents and watched the video. They are definitely there.”

“Well then, we have to get them to safety. Your partner too. Tell A.J. to wipe down the room; we don’t want any evidence as to our presence there. Tell him to bring the hard drives. And you make several copies of the evidence you already have. Verify them, we don’t want any slip-ups. I’ll arrange for an EVAC team and call you when we’re ready to go. We’ll have to do it in the dead of night to cover our movements.”

"Great, sir. I’m on it.”

“And Mose?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve done well. Really well. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I’ve been so short with you. I really am proud to have you on the team.”

"Well, thank you, sir. Talk to you soon.”

“Until then.”

Muggs hung up and sat back down. Opening his desk drawer, he grabbed a handful of blank media and began copying the evidence. After a few minutes the red phone rang again.

“A.J.?”

“What’s the word, good sir?”

“Shriver’s on the ball. I’m hoping we can pick you up in the next 24 hours. We want you to wipe down the room and take the hard drives with you. Back them up if you can.”

“I don’t know if that’s enough time, Mose, but I’ll give it my best.”

“Good. I’ll call you when I know more. In the meantime, get rolling.