The Wabbit said this was a job for him and he'd go alone. No-one was happy, but the Wabbit was adamant. With the digital coordinates memorised, he travelled far. He didn't know what he was looking for but he said he'd know when he found it. He was deep in the mountains. It was cold and dank. Water dripped down the walls. An old sign said that he should keep his mouth shut. He shrugged and looked around. No sign of any enemy, Euls or otherwise, He thought he's better call in and he stabbed his walkie talkie. He only got a faint crackle. "I think the walls must be too thick," he grumbled. "I wonder why the Department put its fail-deadly system in this god forsaken place. There are only ghosts here." At that point he heard murmurings. They became clearer. These were cold recorded voices. "We are the Ghosts of the Department," they said. "We can see you Wabbit." The Wabbit fumbled in the dark for his automatic. "Show yourselves," he called. Silence fell, then the cold voices again. "We are but auditory holograms. We knew you would come. Did you bring the tape?" The Wabbit was coy. He couldn't be sure this wasn't a trap. "The tape is in safe hands. I am instructed to reveal its whereabouts to no-one." Silence again. "We are someone!" The Wabbit froze. He'd heard that before and at that moment he knew it was a trap. He wished he'd brought reinforcements. He looked up and down the tunnel. In the distance he could see an escape route of sorts and he thought he'd better use it ...
