The Johnson paused for a moment at the child's outburst.
"I fear I have no sugar on my person at this time. I do have a lead. Yes. I was instructed to give you this so that you might have a lead. I am now giving you this."
The man's arm jerked and stuttered as he tossed a small brown package onto the table.
"Inside of this package you will find a number of possible leads that we have gathered. Confirming them will be done on your own time."
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As for Kwu's contacts; the only thing they could agree upon was that no single man, however talented, could preform such feats. The explanations were quite varied, ranging from ENKI being the collective identity of a terrorist cell, a megacorp false flag operation, the Illuminati, even a few who thought he might be a space alien.
They all agreed, though: Either ENKI wasn't human, or someone was doing a very good job protecting him. Maybe both.