Alex stood behind Archer at a desk with a large computer and a number of monitors on it. Archer sat in a comfy office chair in a loose purple hoodie and a cup of cold cup of coffee beside his mouse pad. As he was tapping away at one of his keyboards he turned his head back to look at Alex. "So, like I told you the others who were with you in the... Program." Alex paused and sipped from the coffee cup unfazed by the cold bitterness of the coffee. "You were all part of a 'series' known as two-seven-five. Well, since you're escape something strange showed up about a year back."

"What's that then?" Alex asked, intrigued leaning a bit closer in, one hand on the top of the back of Archer's chair. The hacker shook his head and sighed. 

"Well, there's no easy way to say it so..." He clicked on a file that was resting on his desktop bringing up the photo of what appeared to be a cadaver. Alex was confused until he looked closer and saw the bar code tattoo on the cadaver's neck, the code beginning with the same three numbers. Two-seven-five. As he was processing this Archer began to explain. "She was found by the bank of a river not to far from here, washed up on it. Gunshot wound to the head, entered the back and left the front. Execution style." He clicked his tongue and minimized the image bringing up a picture of the local hospital. "Her body was taken here and only lasted thirty-six hours before some government agency took it under their wing. No signing out, nothing. They had complete authority and literally snatched the body."

"Who?" Alex asked.

"That's the thing. No one knows who these guys are..." Archer began but was interrupted by a phone ringing. Alex apologized, knowing Archer's strict no cellphones in the computer space policy. 

"Hey. Riley, what's up?" He asked, answering the phone.