15 October 2006, At Krueger Dynamics HQ, Concord, New Hampshire

Hans Krueger looked over the new celluar contracts for the State Bureau of Liquor control. 22 mobile phones for the assorted inspectors and other agents. It was a tidy little contract and was bound to bring in other business and bid offers. Somewhere in the next document, he heard the knock on his door, checked the door camera to see Rogers from Tech there and said "Come in."

Roger opened the door and walked in, carrying a small box in his hands. He paused for a moment and then set it down on Krueger's desk. He cast a disgusted frown at it and then raised his gaze to the now curious Hans. "We seem to have developed a problem."

Hans arched a brow and glanced to box, pulling it to himself and flipping the lid open. There was a small electronic device there, clearly mangled a bit. He raised his eyes back to Rogers.

"Bugs." Rogers said in undisguised contempt. "This was on Tower 22."

Hans' face grew dark. "Should I ask what it does?"

Rogers flipped a folder on the desk and glared at it. "Seems to have been transmitting on about 1000 frequencies. We finally had to case it in lead to stop it, even after disabling all of the power sources." stares at the device "You should see its output when it's hit with x-rays....ingenious thing." He still looked dismayed.

Krueger looked even less amused, his stern German countenance becoming moreso. "And are there others?"

Rogers said with a frown "We found 15 others. I ordered a sweep after we discovered the x-ray business. These babies have a distinct signature when exposed to more concentrated levels." He paused, taking note of Krueger's darkening demeanor, "I took the liberty of having all our facilities checked and the sub-contractors are following suit."

The German smiled a little "You are efficient, Rogers. I will have to put something extra in your Christmas stocking this year." He looked over the device again. "Source."

"Crocker Industries, from the markings." Rogers gestured to it. "Well hidden, but the emitters and power components are unmistakable if you know what you're looking for."

Hans nodded, appreciating more and more the skill of Rogers. He'd lured him out of the CIA a couple of years before and had never regretted that huge salary. It was doubly true, especially now. "I am sure you left other useful information in the report?"

"Yes sir." Rogers said smiling, "I know that you like things to be kept tidy. If you would like, I can see what we can do to prevent further incursions. This device can be rigged to accept false data...." His smile was downright evil as he stepped back from the desk again. "I'll be over at the lab, should you need me, sir."

"Of course. Do have a nice time, Rogers."

Rogers nodded and walked out grinning ear to ear.

Hans looked down at the box on his desk and flipped the lid closed again. Though it was not a good thing to have the secure networks bugged this way, it was good to finally have some proof to take to the principle stockholder. Without a further thought, he picked up the phone and placed a call to Manchester to make a lunchtime appointment to discuss the matter further.