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Knowledge is power, so I’ve spent the last few days making myself as powerful as possible. I stayed long after hours through the holiday weekend to take a complete inventory and see if I could thoroughly identify all of the resources that we should have… but don’t.
There should have been some hint of a pattern; high-value shipments, low-security equipment. Or perhaps a pattern of escalation as the thieves became increasingly bolder. What I found was perplexing. There is no rhyme or reason to it.
The disappearances ran deeper than I had known. No area has been spared. The $180 million item has some innate value, and I can easily see it sold on the black market – possibly to a foreign government. But even smaller items have vanished, and recently, too. Boxes of nuts and bolts and soldering wire, crates of graph paper and cheap pens. Who would do this, and why? I struggle to make sense of it, but fail.
Still, now I have more than suspicion to bring to the table. I’m writing a thorough report and have requested another meeting with our head of security and my own manager. Let’s see them laugh this one off.
