The Pilot Chapter Midnight: The plan was a simple gambit. The last place the pilots would expect to look is right under their noses. At the same time, those noses peered down upon the only reliable source of evidence available. The tunnels underneath the Foxtrot had wormholes opening left and right. Hans and Clancy silently hoped one had taken away the days-old corpse sitting near the entrance. The office was whisper quiet as the trio stepped out from under cloudy skies. No one looked up from their desks as the desk-entrance was approached. They probably hadn’t even noticed their boss’ absence. George closed the door behind them, barring it with a chair. Hans drew the blinds, and then walked to the door, turning on his heel to face the desk. He exchanged a nod with Clancy. The button was pressed. Hans started his documentation, taking as many bizarro photos as he could while the desk slid back, wafting up a misty cloud of dust. They descended, not thinking twice. Blind, ignorant c...