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This is it. At least I think it is. Locker 379. I look at the slip of paper. Locker 379. Yup. This is the place. But what's inside? And how will it help. First thing's first, I need the combination. I start to feel around the locker for something, anything that could give me the combination. I unfold the slip of paper in my hand. Locker 379. I turn it over, knowing already knowing there's nothing on the back. Maybe it's invisible. I've seen enough movies. But in the movies, the hero always has a blacklight to shine on the invisible ink. I don't quite have one of those. Maybe there's something else. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I ignore it. I continue to feel around the crevices around the locker. Maybe the number sequence is the locker number. Wait. It's a four digit number. Hm. 0-3-7-9. Enter. Nothing. Of course. What idiot would use the locker number as the keycode? I pull my phone out and turn it on. It was a text message. I open it. It's the blocked number again. "Birthday." Huh? Birthday? I pause and look from the message to the locker. Maybe... 0-5-1-4. Nope. What does it mean by "birthday"? Wait. 0-8-2-7. *click* I move my hand to the handle. Giving a slight tug, the door opens. I look around to see if anyone is here. Looking back in the locker, I pull the box out. I peek inside. I quickly shut it and put the box under my arm and quickly leave the train station. I pull out my phone and call a number I've only dialed once before. I put the speaker to my ear. The ringing stops and I hear a woman's voice. "Do you have it?" "Yes." "Good. Make sure no one follows you and get to base ASAP." She hangs up. I need to get to the bunker. Now.

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This is it. At least I think it is. Locker 379. I look at the slip of paper. Locker 379. Yup. This is the place. But what's inside? And how will it help. First thing's first, I need the combination. I start to feel around the locker for something, anything that could give me the combination. I unfold the slip of paper in my hand. Locker 379. I turn it over, knowing already knowing there's nothing on the back. Maybe it's invisible. I've seen enough movies. But in the movies, the hero always has a blacklight to shine on the invisible ink. I don't quite have one of those. Maybe there's something else. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I ignore it. I continue to feel around the crevices around the locker. Maybe the number sequence is the locker number. Wait. It's a four digit number. Hm. 0-3-7-9. Enter. Nothing. Of course. What idiot would use the locker number as the keycode?

I pull my phone out and turn it on. It was a text message. I open it. It's the blocked number again. "Birthday." Huh? Birthday? I pause and look from the message to the locker. Maybe... 0-5-1-4. Nope. What does it mean by "birthday"? Wait. 0-8-2-7. *click* I move my hand to the handle. Giving a slight tug, the door opens. I look around to see if anyone is here. Looking back in the locker, I pull the box out. I peek inside. I quickly shut it and put the box under my arm and quickly leave the train station.

I pull out my phone and call a number I've only dialed once before. I put the speaker to my ear. The ringing stops and I hear a woman's voice.

"Do you have it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Make sure no one follows you and get to base ASAP."

She hangs up. I need to get to the bunker. Now.