Surviving the Apocalypse: Long Leggity Beasties
From ghosties and Ghoulies
and long leggity beasties
and things that go bump in the night
good Lord, deliver us.
—Old Scottish prayer
Prologue
The man who entered the SCIF—the Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility—was so nondescript as to be virtually unnoticeable. People would walk right by him, stare right at him, and never even realize he was there. Which was exactly the way he preferred it. It made it easier for him to do his job.
As for the SCIF itself, which was located in a sub-subbasement of the J. Edgar Hoover building, only a very select few in the entire country knew of it. Although as it turned out, “the few” had been reduced to “two,” and now only Man the First and Man the Second were aware it existed.
Man the Sec
