*The United States, in the late 2000’s*
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The road was long and weary, two lanes stretching out to the horizon amongst the desert plains and rocky mountains. I was always glad to be on the road, seeing the sunsets and sunrises behind the wheel, rather than be cooped up in Headquarters.
“The FBI certainly doesn’t take reports like this lightly.” I joked outloud, looking over to my folder. If they really gave a shit about some unconfirmed reports of an illegal sex cult, they would’ve sent more than me.
My life is expendable and mediocre – and trust me, my boss knows. Doesn’t think I’m worth being on homicide, or sting ops, or drug busts. Hell, I could go missing, and would anyone even notice?
But still, I was grateful for the road anyway. At the end of the journey, hours away, a small American town as old as gold rush days. For now just blue clouds lining the distance, and an empty road.
Eventually I came upon a gas station. I pulled in to the old station,the pumps were old fashion but mixed with new ones – a brandless gas station out in the middle of nowhere, the closest civilization is the nearby town – the target of my investigation. A single car is outback.