Kryptonite, Part Three
Agent Chad led the way into the SEA building, nodding to the desk sergeant. “Afternoon, Tim. Anything new?”
“Turbine called. Wanted to speak with you.” Tim gave Chad a thumbs-up, which the agent quickly waved away as Catherine's face began to cloud over again. Seeing the other agents, Tim quickly shifted into a more professional demeanor. “I mean, uh, good afternoon, agents. You're the Magisters, right?”
“Yes,” Catherine said, after taking a deep breath. “We're here to look at secure storage.”
“Of course, of course. I'll take you right down.” Tim scrambled out of his chair, all but running for the downstairs door. “It's just down here. We've all taken a look at it, tried to see what made it tick, but I don't think there's anything actually magical about it. Sunder probably just goofed up.”