I hate my job.

Well, aside from finding out how my glasses got on my couch this morning, I've had a fairly eventful day.

To start with, Nightcrawler wanted to fly off the handle and wipe out everyone within a mile's radius of my house on the off-chance B2 is still in the area. 'By sheer chance of probability, we'd get him.' He intended to do this by way of gunships, and heavy weapons.

I've known Nightcrawler to be a bloodthirsty psychopath who thinks he's doing the right thing because he's a complete nutcase, but, out of common sense, I had to veto this plan of his.

Nightcrawler didn't take kindly to the suggestion that he and his men not massacre my entire neighborhood, and immediately started holding me at knifepoint, 'recommending' I change my course of action. Needless to say, I told him I'd think about it.

Oh, and the science nerds finished a line-by-line binary check of the computers. Absolutely nothing out of place. Top this off with our failed attempts to replicate the blinders created by an original member of the Slender Man Division's Science Department, and I've had a fairly eventful day.

Wheeeeeeeee.

-Specter