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After Lapin left the tent, a few scientists peeked through the door flaps to make sure she had walked a good distance away before they turned back to head over to the lead scientist. No words were said as a computer was produced and set upon the table. A pair of cup headphones were placed over the lead scientist’s ears as he clicked on an application that produced a video call program. Appearing on the screen was a disturbing looking man with circular glasses and long black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“We have it,” the lead scientist reported.

The item was brought forth in a suitcase still attached to the square of hard sediment that it was found on.

The man on the screen, Professor Hojo, the corners of his lips budged in what could have been a pleased smile as his grey eyes settled on what appeared to be a musical instrument. A harp.

“Does anyone else know?” Professor Hojo asked.

“No,” the lead scientist replied. “The SOLDIERs have no idea what we’ve come here for.”

“Good. You’re finished then. Wrap up your business there and bring it to me at once.”

“What if the SOLDIERs ask about what we’ve found?”

“Then make up a story you idiot.”

The lead scientist tensed at the insult. “Ye-yes, Sir.”

The video call ended and the lead scientist removed his headphones.

“What did he say? He looked pleased,” one scientist asked.

“We’re done here. Pack everything up. If the SOLDIERs ask about the item, then tell them we found a rare fossil of an extinct Behemoth species.”

“Sounds good.”

One of the scientists removed from his lab coat a gun that made the hackles of the other scientists raise in fright. Instead of firing, two spheres embedded in the weapon began to glow, and a green energy shot out into the faces of the personnel. Immediately, they collapsed upon the floor asleep.

The scientist pursed his lips and released a soft whistle. The SOLDIERs and Shinra Troop guarding the tent turned inside and started picking up the scientists to place them into chairs and arrange their limbs into positions to make them look as though they were reading books, looking at a computer, or resting their eyes. The suitcase was picked up and the scientist followed by two SOLDIER 3rd Classes and a Shinra Troop left the tent headed for the helicopter. The remaining personnel returned to their posts outside the tent, guarding it.