[ WP ] A secretive government agency similar to men in black discreetly investigates murders by ghosts to avoid mass hysteria over the existence of malacious spirits

*Whoosh* 
 
 A butter knife whizzed right above my head. I barely had time to duck out of the way before the bookshelf behind me started rattling. 
 
 `` Damn poltergeists,'' I yelled as I dived out of the way of the crashing furniture to try and get closer to the basement door. 
 
 I heard my partner, Miles, shouting to me from the basement, `` You better step on it up there, Jen! I do n't know for how much longer the barrier will hold!'' 
 
 `` I'm doing my best! I just got nearly hit by a butcher's knife because of you! Just let me do my job!'' Well, OK, maybe it was n't really a butcher's knife but Miles did n't need to know that. 
 
 Miles, in his usual fashion, had disregarded safety protocols and gone out on his own on a case he deemed to be easy enough to handle by himself. He had then texted me at 8 P.M. on a Saturday to tell me he was trapped in a salt circle in someone's basement because what he though was a simple haunt turned out to be a poltergeist with a vengeance. And, of course, Jen has to come save the day. Fun. The good news was that at least Miles had already managed to use his Emf reader to find the object our ghostly buddy here is attached to; the bad news was 
 that this object was one of the bottles in the house's owner's expensive wine collection, and since we do n't really have the time to figure out which specific bottle it is, it looks like we're gon na have to destroy the whole thing. Oh boy is headquarters going to hate us for this. 
 
 As soon as the coast seemed clear I made a beeline for the basement and raced down the stairs. There I found Miles standing in his protective circle of salt with his flashlight in hand. 
 
 `` Did you bring the charges?'' he shouted at me, over the noise the poltergeist was making. 
 
 `` Of course I did, I'm not an idiot!'' I yelled back. 
 
 `` Give them here!'' 
 
 I tossed him the small amount of explosives I brought with me from the Company. Miles quickly armed them and stuck them between the wine bottles. 
 
 `` Run!'' he shouted. As if you need to tell me, I was already heading toward the door. We made it to the living room and shut the basement door before the charges blew, shaken up but otherwise unscathed. 
 
 `` How do you plan on explaining this to the owner?'' I joked. Miles laughed. We both know that the Company sends other agents to deal with this kind of stuff. Neither of us actually knows how they do it, though. The Company seems to always be able to make it appear as if nothing had happened before the owner of the house makes it back. I asked our college, Mark, about it once. He's worked for the Company for nearly 30 years so I figured he might know something, but all he said was that the Company was part of a larger network that works together. I still do n't know what he meant by that and I'm not sure I ever will. That's just part of the job I guess. 
 
 `` Hey let's beat it before the Company gets here, yeah?'' Miles asked. 
 
 I looked at my watch. 9:24 P.M. It was getting late; the Company would likely get here soon. I did n't want to stick around to get reprimanded by my boss for not being more careful with the explosives. 
 
 `` Yeah, let's go.''
