The day where we head into the tunnel has dawned.It also dawned upon me Loki meant when he said 'I want to see those Xenomorph remains.' to one of the other workers in the base. Ron told me that's what Loki insisted after the argument had shortly concluded. I did not assume Loki would go directly into the collection storage.

"Where did that teen go?" Fred asks, scratching his head.

I saw Loki's teenage figure dart by--past the security cameras--unknown to Fred.

"Well, he might be in the lounging room." I suggest.

Fred's gray eyes glare over towards me.

"I saw him sneak in here," Fred said. "You were with me! And you saw it too."

"I only came in because you went in." I lied, hearing a cabinet door being opened.

"No one did that when I sneaked into the theater," Fred said. "You did see him!" The look on his face is utterly a 'there is a conspiracy afoot!' kind of reaction. Fred's the man who can pull off those paranoid looks in a way outdoing Loki in a million years. "You're helping him--so that's why you brought a kid here!"

Fred turns away heading towards the source of Loki's apparent attempt to get a look at the discovered remains.I wanted to make a rocky club appear out of no where and strike Fred at the head.But no; doing that will end Loki's guessing game.

So I had to follow Fred.

"It's not what you think," I said. "Not at--"

"Oh hell it is!" Fred said quickening his walking pace. "I don't like it when there's a conspiracy going around little old me and no one is telling me why."

"There isn't a conspiracy," I said. "You're jumping to conclusions."

If only Fred were right about the conspiracy.

"I never jump to conclusions, conspiracy keeper!" Fred name calls me.

I stop in my tracks rubbing my forehead and decided then not to intervene. Fred turned a corner disappearing out of my view. A part of me wanted to hear the outcome between Loki and Fred while the other half wanted to whistle away acting innocent as possible. A gut feeling told me to take a step to the side which I did.

"PUT THAT SKULL BACK!" Fred demands.

"It's a puppet." Loki's voice came. "A very much dead puppet. Why is it even considered a real animal?"

"Put the skull back, child!" Fred demands.

"Do you want therapy with that?" Loki asks.

"Stop playing with the remains." Fred demands.

"Hello, I am Bob," Loki said in a mocking voice. "Do you know where my handler is?"

Soon enough I saw Loki running past me holding that Xenomorph black skull in one arm--as if he were using it as a puppet--and this very mischievous streak coming off of him. Loki sped by quick as a lightning bolt that soon it was like I had seen a ghost only visible for a moment. Fred came by looking royally ticked off; his face is a bright shade of red, I could see his veins outlined in purple, and his eyebrows are furrowed together so forcefully they could have burst.

"You told him it is a puppet?" Fred asks, sounding rather mad.

"I did not," I said. "I only gave him the paper."

"YOU GAVE HIM THE PAPER?" Fred shouts, in rage.

"Wouldn't you give someone something to read for a four hour plus ride?"

"If he breaks that skull; you will not just be a guide for those people, you will go into the tunnel," Fred said. "Right into the source where the heat bloom is, and you're going to be accountable for whatever happens because of that."

Well, my 'guidance' for the group only reaches to getting inside the building and then I will be going.

Fred, however, he's got some connections to the people who hired me.

"I am not his moral compass." I said.

"Make sure he doesn't break it," Fred said. "Your kid; your responsibility."