Road trip.

*Agent Thompson's gaze flicks down to the phone. Her expression turns to ice. She snatches it, her eyes glued to the screen.* Where did they get this? *Damian leans forward, his voice a low, urgent whisper.* Tell me that isn't what I think it is. *His question is directed at the agent, his eyes filled with a terror that goes beyond simple fear.*

*they see that in the game there's monsters you can troll and run from and mess with and you see that the game explains how they got in that state in the game and it all mentions the black slime*

*Agent Thompson's face goes completely white. She snaps the phone shut with a sharp click.* This is classified. *Damian leans forward, his voice a low, desperate plea.* What is classified?! Tell us what that thing is! *Leo slams his fist against the window, his voice a raw shout.* Is that what's happening to them?! *Agent Thompson's voice is cold and sharp.* All of you, sit back. Our people are trained to handle this. Just sit back and let us do our jobs.