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Subject: Bonnie J. Bunny (aka, Glamrock Bonnie)
Location: REDACTED (Somewhere near the North Carolina state line)
Date: XX/XX/2020
Time: REDACTED
Bonnie was driving down the road in his red and silver Mazda sports car, having left the Pizzaplex after his falling out and fight with Monty after he (Bonnie) beat up a supposedly innocent customer (who was really a creep that was up to no good and trying to do illegal stuff) at the Pizzaplex.
It was a rainy Summer night, no thunder or lightning, just rain. He was angry and sad that he was being thrown out of the place he had called home for the last year and a half.
He drove for what seemed like a few hours when he came upon a Waffle House with an "OPEN 24 HOURS" sign at the front. He was getting hungry and figured that eating something would take the anger and sadness away. He pulled into the parking lot, got out of the car, locked it, and went into the Waffle House.
He sat at the counter and stared at the menu. A waitress came up with rap music blasting in her earbuds. "Yo, waddya want?" She asked.
"I'll take a cheesesteak omlette and a triple order of hash browns." Bonnie said to the waitress.
"And to drink?" The waitress asked.
"Just bring me some diet Coke, in fact, bring me a whole pitcher." Bonnie said.
"You depressed or somethin'?" The waitress asked.
"Sort of." Bonnie said.
As the waitress gave the order to the cook, a tall, slender man wearing a blue suit and carrying a briefcase walked in.
He sat a couple of seats down from Bonnie, sat his briefcase on the counter, opened it, and pulled out some papers. He then grabbed an ink pen and started writing down stuff on the papers. Something about this man caught Bonnie's attention. There was a sticker on the briefcase that resembled the logo of the Black Mesa Research Facility, a top notch research complex out in New Mexico.
Bonnie had heard some strange things about Black Mesa, including a "conspiracy theory" about a "military cover up operation" that occured at Black Mesa in 2000, which was long before he was built.
Bonnie's food came and he started eating. As he ate, noticed the man in the suit kept looking up at him. Bonnie then looked at the man and asked "Can I help you with something man?"
The man smirked, put the papers and pen back in his briefcase, closed it, and set it to the side. "Would you mind if I...paid for your meal, Mister Bunny?" He asked.
"Help yourself man." Bonnie said, thinking the man knew him because of his "fame."
"I'm aware of your....situation, Mister Bunny." The man said, causing Bonnie to look back at him.
"How do you know what's going on? You stalking me or something?" Bonnie asked.
"My....employers prohibit stalking as you call it. Furthermore, I don't....stalk. I simply have....eyes and ears everywhere. Put it that way. I'm here to offer you a job that you would be very suited for in my opinion." The man said.
"If it's anything illegal, I want nothing to do with it." Bonnie said.
"You would be in fact....stopping illegal activities from happening." The man said.
Bonnie looked at the man again. "Who're you from, FBI, CIA, ATF?" He asked.
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose that.....yet." The man said. "Once I finish eating, I will discuss this with you, if you're interested." He then added.
To be continued...........