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Imogen quickly followed as Dr. Soraya utilized the briefcase she had only just handed off to Imogen. The technology was impressive and Imogen made a mental note to see if she could learn to access it for a later date. But for now, they needed to find the reporters. One was seemingly on the fourth floor, whereas the other was in the van.

Or, their phone was.

Imogen looked at the phone handed off to her. On it was a bunch of missed messages. One from the intern that Imogen was more concerned with. She had ideas lined up for how to handle them, but the situation was growing more concerning. She pocketed the phone. "I can handle the story, but we need to find them. The sooner, the better." Especially the intern. If she wasn't found and quickly taken care of, then all further attempts at concealing all of this would go out the window.

Whitney was a whistleblower. Or, at least, she was historically. It was concerning that the girl didn't have much of a social media presence under the guise of her current name. But if one did a little more digging, it showed that 'Whitney' had quite the history of spreading information. Imogen was almost impressed. She would hire her if she wasn't actively looking to silence her.

She followed Soraya and Samatha, but at a fair distance. She wasn't trained in combat, she had no weapon apart from a sharp tongue. But she needed to be ready to unleash data hell on the reporters should they be trouble. 

And Whitney, or whatever her name was, was trouble with a capital T.