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community finally accepts the idea, they'll have to come to us."

"So what is the OPR's mission?"

"The same as it has always been, to collect information, to find the truth," Weiss said as he set the mug
aside. "That hasn't changed." He flipped open the yellow folder again. "It says here you were recruited by
the CIA, but dropped out a week before you graduated. Why?"

"The Agency just wasn't for me."

"It says here you were among the top of your class."

Bishop nodded, "I can't quite justify my actions. I just came to a point where I knew I was on the wrong
path. I wasn't cut out to be a part of the intelligence community. I just didn't fit in.

"Fair enough," Weiss replied. Flipping over a page in the folder, Weiss stopped. "You have a medical
condition?"
 Bishop ran his hand over his chin. "I wouldn't really call it a medical condition, sir, but yes, I am a
chronic insomniac. I assure you it won't interfere with my job performance."

"Very good," Weiss said with a smile. "Let's make sure it doesn't." Closing the folder, he lifted it up and
slid it into a drawer on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he looked over his new recruit. "You don't
have a background in science, do you?"

Bishop shook his head. "I don't. I've taken science classes in college, but nothing serious. Why?"

"The OPR is mainly a scientific agency, Mr. Bishop. Most of our members have degrees in various
science related fields."

Bishop smiled, "I thought you were just ghost hunters."

"We are," Weiss admitted, "but we chase the supernatural with science and hard evidence. Your lack of
a solid scientific background could be a hindrance"

"But my FBI training should more than make up for that," Bishop argued. "I've been trained to correctly
interrogate suspects and witnesses, and I have an eye for detail. I may not be an egghead, but my
experience as an investigator will be invaluable."

Weiss laughed out loud. "Good answer." Opening the top drawer of his desk, Weiss pulled out a small,
stapled packet of papers. Standing up, he tossed them across to Bishop. "In that packet, you'll find all
your tax information, as well as medical and insurance forms. Fill them out and have them back to my
secretary by tomorrow morning."

"I'm hired?"

Weiss nodded. "Head over to photography after you leave. We need to get IDs made for you."

Bishop stood up and extended a hand toward Weiss. "Thank you, Chairman Weiss. You won't regret
this decision."