" I said. "As we do, we are sure to come across information useful to you, and to the agency. We will contact you when we do." Alright." Bob said. "Wh...t's the catch?" The catch is that we need to be sure that our existence remains a secret." Ginny said."Are you going to wipe out our memories?" Bob asked."No, of course not." Ginny said quickly."I want to do two things, but I will only do them with your permission." I said. "I want to place what I call a 'tag' in your minds. This is a little like. I'm David." Yes I know." Then you must know why I am here." I stated strongly."Naturally."I noticed that, unlike the earlier voice, this one spoke with the normal intonations one would expect."And are you going to enlighten me."The facial expression changed, though I couldn't tell what it portrayed."You were about to die and we needed someone with your skills, so we brought you here moments before the impact that would have killed you." Won't people notice?" Not at all. We placed a clone in. Not that she knew anything about that of course but none the less she did see a car that was very similar to the one she had seen yesterday parked just down the street from where she lived. And the image of that car passing by her car right now also left a very disturbing impression on her mind too - very disturbing indeed.Vanessa was still only less than five hundred yards from the school carpark when she saw that car again with the same looking man with the same black t-shirt in the driver’s. Then she pulled back on the collar,forcing the shirt back down his arms. As the cuffs where still buttoned up, theshirt snagged on his wrists. ?Excellent? Caroline thought. With his arms behindhis back and the cuffs too tight to fit over his wrists, she wrapped the shirtlike a tourniquet around his wrists. Tighter and tighter she wound the shirtuntil his wrists were tightly bound together. She had him just where she wantedhim. This is going to be such fun, she thought, well for me anyway.She.