LaCroix - Page 2

Evidently, I've become a part of a band of people somehow all connected to Zymogenetics. Why else would I end up there on an early Saturday morning? As I was walking up to the building, I noticed a residentially-challenged man standing in the middle of the sidewalk. When he turned to look at me, I flashed a nervous smile and asked if he needed help with anything considering he was just staring at a closed office building. He said he was here a couple days prior, found a cell phone at that very location, and some "men with accents and fancy suits" had paid him $1000 for it. He was hoping to find another. He seemed content to just sit and wait until another phone materialized so I bid him a good day and continued on into the building.

Just because it seemed a little strange, especially considering the events that had happened here, I told Ms. Maria Reyes about the incident. She barely lifted a brow, but did chastise me about how they can't go after every little report about a seemingly ordinary homeless man looking for another handout. Whoa, lady. Chill. $1000 seems a little out of the ordinary, even for an iPhone, and certainly a strange coincidence given that the "transaction" happened just outside the front door.

Anyway, Ms. Cranky Pants called us together because Lee reported something about a mouse. One with seemingly super strength so he was dubbed Mighty Mouse, I think. He had someone with him, a man by the name of Vic Stravinsky, who claimed to be Lee's trainer. Training for what, who knows. James Milligan had been hard at work since early that morning and found some leads. He'd apparently found an apartment that Dr. Akerfeldt used as a secondary residence. He called us over.