Damn Feds!

It was just one big mystery, wasn't it? The suspicions, they became truer and truer by the day... Maybe it did happen.
What about... them?
The young Detective sat at his desk, sipping his coffee. He had been awake all night, his mind racing to a conclusion, shrouded by darkness, the only light coming in was faint, and from the moon, cutting through the darkness like a dagger.

"Those damn feds..."

(Damn Feds is now my main project. It ties directly to my previous story, which I'll work on slowly. Think of [REDACTED] as a side story, providing insight into D-9914's past. If you haven't read this book yet, or [REDACTED], you'll find out about everything soon. This story may be significantly less popular, but I will write about what I enjoy about the most, which is this. Thanks for reading.)

Those damn feds, eh? I suppose they'd always butt heads with you, despite you being on their side.

You're a cop, and a damn good one. You're an embedded agent from Task Force Iota-10. You stumble upon your investigatory wit after your accidental promotion to the Ad Vice desk.
You would crack the biggest case of all. The biggest secrets, held under hundreds of locks and keys. No man has ever dared to figure it out, whether out of fear, ignorance, misunderstanding, or a lack of knowledge about it.

No man could hide a secret from you.
Or could they?

"Autumn wind of eve,
blow away the clouds that mass
over the moon's pure light
and the mists that cloud our mind,
do thou sweep away as well.
Now we disappear,
well, what must we think of it?
From the sky we came.
Now we may go back again.
That's at least one point of view. "