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Seattle, Washington
March 24th 2035
Winston was sitting in his office with his head in his hands when Kellogg walked in.
“How bad is it?” Kellogg asked, as sweat beads rolled down the sides of his face.
Winston groaned. “The Chinese are really pissed. They’re threatening to expose our clandestine satellite activities unless we get the Bigfoot tracking back online. I don’t even care anymore about what the hell these alien hairy freaks want with us.”
“It was a big mistake. We should’ve sent that damn Russian packing when he came to us three years ago about the threat of an alien presence.”
Winston nodded in agreement. “I’m so sorry, brother. I should’ve listened to you.”
“Did you tell the Chinese about Fuhrnam?”
“I had to, otherwise we would’ve seemed totally incompetent. That wo
