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Director Alexander Anderson sat behind his desk, his eyes glued to the file that lay upon his desk. He didn’t have to read it, he knew the contents all too well. The subject of the file was an obsession of his, and had been for a number of years. 

“Sir, you’re sure that this latest incident is him?” Agent Markin asked.

“Yeah, it’s him.” Anderson responded curtly. “I just finished going over Ryder’s field report, there’s no question about it.” 

[b] HELLO LOST HAVEN
1 OF 20[/b]

Alexander Anderson knew the modus operandi, he knew what was coming next, and he knew that he would do everything in his power to prevent it. However, something bothered him about the reports. Everything was the same, the theatrical way that he dismembered the bodies, the message broadcasting his plans, yet something was different. 

[b] OR MAYBE I’LL STICK AROUND
RECRUITING 
NIGHTMARE[/b]

For as long as Anderson has been tracking the being known as Nightmare, the psychotic murderer had never once deviated from his pattern, a pattern that was repeated time after time. A pattern that Anderson, with the help of STRIKE had suppressed from the general public. However, this time, the monster had indeed deviated from his course. The very idea that Nightmare was here, in Lost Haven, with the intent of possibly recruiting others into his madness was enough to send shivers down the spine of the STRIKE Director. 

“We also have other problems sir.” Markin added.

“Yes, the reporter.” Anderson said, acknowledging the stunning security breach which had resulted in the organization’s acronym being broadcast across the local airwaves, as well as the details of the slaughter of the family in Olympia. 

Who the initial source of the story was, was a major concern. As was how this woman had learned the identity of the organization, an identity that Anderson as well as those who were aware of the organization’s existence had gone to a great deal of trouble to keep concealed. In fact, only a small number of people within the government even knew of STRIKE’s existence, and an even smaller number of people outside of the government. The fact that someone in the media had uncovered their identity was troubling, and it was something that Anderson would have to deal with personally, in due time. However, right now his number one priority was containing the threat that the being known only as Nightmare posed.

“Sir, maybe you should-“ Markin began before being cut off immediately by his superior.

“I’m not sitting this one out.” Anderson said emphatically.

“Sir, I’m just saying-“Markin was again cut off mid-sentence.

“I know what you’re saying Jim, and it’s appreciated, but unnecessary.” Anderson said. “This bastard killed my son, and I’m going to be there when we finally bring him in.”