NOT who I was expecting.

As I was standing outside the office, internally debating about what to do with my suit-jacket, a black minivan pulled-up, and stopped against the curb alongside me.

I looked up, and confirmed that I wasn't standing near a traffic light. Regardless, the doors began to open, and a few casually-dressed adults exited, one of whom approached me.

"Are YOU the one that called about Shannon?" he asked.

"Yes," I told him flatly.

"Is she still in there?" he asked, and I again responded with the affirmative.

He turned back to the van, and silently nodded.

Suddenly, several people who were dressed like him exited the vehicle, and headed into my office.

"I was expecting people in lab-coats," I eventually told him, when it was just us again.

"In MOST cases, that's what you would get," he told me, seeming to chuckle lightly. "However, you told us that it was Shannon, so we sent the Doherty Delivery Device."

The two of us watched together, as if it was a fictional film, as his passengers returned with my former client gripped by the wrists.

"So what do I do NOW?" I asked him.

"Go back to work," he said. "Same thing as me."

Before I could question further, he slipped-on a pair of dark sunglasses, and climbed back into the vehicle, which headed off.