"Hm," mr. Johnson said, examining the wing in more detail. "And how do you feel about the work we do?"
He had to find out where Carl came from, but for now he'd believe the man if he said he had lost his memory. Carl was a fine agent, but the mystery about his past was annoying. Maybe he could ask Harriet to have a look at the wings, the girl could fly so maybe he was part of her alien-kind. Although it did resemble the wings as angels often were depicted in paintings, so he understood why Morrison said that.

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Benjamin walked to them. "We're okay," he said. "Let's go back to the base. We've had a long enough lunch break." And eventful enough, but it wasn't his place to decide what Steph wanted or didn't want to share. He took his cellphone to let both his friends know they would be heading back to the base. He soon got a reply from Mike that he was almost there and that Mitch would drop him off at the gate. He took this moment to quickly check another message he had received, as he waited for the others to start walking.