Suddenly, I noticed the light on my Samsung's screen before I heard the ring tone. It startled me at first, causing me to almost drop the phone. Yet when I turned it over and looked at the screen, I couldn't believe what the caller ID read, 'US Gov.' so I knew it had to be somebody important. "Hello?" I said, holding my breath in hopes it was the director. "Agent Elkin, I trust domestic life, is treating you well?" The unrecognizable voice on the other end announced. "My name is agent Shaw, Robert Shaw. I run a special unit, called GOA, it stands for 'global observations anomalies' and we need your help." "What exactly does your department do, agent Shaw?" I asked, curiously wondering what anomalies meant. "I'm sure you're familiar with the story of St. Nick, a.k.a. Santa Claus?" He announced, but in a lighthearted manner. "Good Lord, please tell me Rudolph isn't missing!" I said, joking at first but the more I thought about it, the more I realized considering the department and the things they had had us gone after the past it may not be too far out of the realm of possibilities. "No, of course, not don't be ridiculous." Agent Shaw said, followed by a hearty laugh. "We need you to find Santa Claus. He's...um...well... He's missing." At first, I thought I could be having a stroke because I could've sworn he said Santa Claus was missing. But I had to regroup, and did a quick playback in my head of the last thing he had said, and came to the conclusion, I needed a CAT scan! "I'm sorry, come again?" "You heard me correctly. We need you to find Santa." This time agent Shaw's voice wasn't filled with laughter and there was no levity in his tone. After I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Okay, call me na?ve. But I thought that was an old Norwegian fable, to get kids to behave. Now you're telling me it's real, or he's real. He is the right?" "Yes, Santa Claus is a man. And yes, agent Elkin there is a Santa Claus." For a couple of moments, all I could hear was the snow falling outside followed by a light breeze that blew it up against the sill of my window. Processing the information I was just handed, was a bit harder than other things we had been thrust into over the past missions. Because everyone wanted to believe in Santa Claus. In my opinion, he was better than Superman. Mind you I was never really keen on the term "he knows when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake." It always sounded a little stalky, to me but it is what it is. "Well, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but where's the last place, Santa Claus was seen, doesn't he live at the North Pole?"
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