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“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” Alison Sparks said to herself as she processed the information staring back at her from her computer screen. When she had agreed to help Racheli look into her father's death, she figured that it would be an open and shut case. Michael Garth was dead an buried, simple as that. And to most people who might be looking, it would appear that this was the case. However, when one has the resources that being Richard Midas' right hand affords you, the ability to look a bit deeper can be quite illuminating. According to the records, Michael Garth was pronounced dead by a local medical examiner named James MacGrath shortly after being executed on Death Row. MacGrath also conducted the autopsy and then shipped the body to the Parker Funeral Home in Hood River Oregon, where Michael's body was cremated. 

There was only one problem with the official record of events. Neither a medical examiner named James MacGrath or a Parker Funeral Home exist, or existed in the entire state of Oregon. Then, there was the fact that someone who looked exactly like him was caught on a security camera in a Price Chopper in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont shortly before the Hounds of Humanity attacks as well as the fact that Racheli had received a birthday card from someone claiming to be her father, and the fact that the writing on the card was a perfect match for Michael Garth. When adding up all the evidence Alison came to one conclusion:

Either Racheli's father was alive, or someone was doing their damnedest to make it look like he was.

Ms Sparks inserted a USB drive into the computer and began copying the files on Racheli's father onto it. As the data was being copied to the drive, Alison felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the woman. Someone was playing fast and loose with Racheli's life, and Sparks knew first hand how agonizing that could be. 

“Oh Rach, I'm so sorry.” Sparks said aloud as the data was being copied to the drive. However, she didn't have time to dwell on her thoughts, as her phone began to ring just as the data finished copying.
Sparks looked at the phone and saw that the call was coming from a familiar number.

“Hey Boss, what's up?” Sparks said as she answered the phone.

“Good evening Ms Sparks, I have something for you.” Richard Midas' voice said from the other end of the line. “I need you to go into Crown Ridge tonight to meet our friend at his base of operations. We have much to discuss, and I want my best person on it.” 

“I understand.” Sparks said coolly. “What time?”

“8 o'clock. Don't be late.” Midas warned her. 

“I'll be there.” Sparks said, her praying that her voice didn't give any hint of the trepidation she was feeling. “I just have one stop to make, then I'll head right over.”

“Good, Midas said. Again, this is a sensitive meeting, don't do anything to embarrass me.” Midas said, his voice even, but a none so subtle reminder that he hasn't forgiven her for allowing Racheli to join up with the heroes during the battle of Sherman Square. “I'll be keeping an 'Eye' on you.”