P. D. F.

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The sign that hung on the door to the large, open room said PDF in large black letters. It stood for Paranormal Defense Force a U.S.A small government-approved resource, and was comprised of a small group of hand-selected magical creatures whose ancestry went back to Oriceran. It was housed in a a nondescript, low-slung grey brick building that was tucked in the back of an office park decked out to look like different companies that sold manufacturing equipment in Alexandria, Virginia just across the river from Washington, D.C. It was a government front for an enterprise that was known only as the G4 Project, including the PDF. The witches and wizards, and a handful of elves that worked there liked to refer to it as Area 51, but only when their human coworkers weren’t around. In a grey brick building, in a run-down manufacturing area in Arlington, Virginia. On Earth to track and monitor unregistered use of magic. Not associated with the Silver Griffins.

Each hire had to have been born on Earth, and to have some % of Oriceran heritage in their DNA. Magical beings made ordinary human beings very nervous, in general. It was why they kept the small department off the books. The PDF was the ultimate black-op. All the members of the PDF looked as ordinary as any other mid-level manager who worked for the government, even if they did have the ability to turn somebody into a toad.There were jokes around the department about what PDF actually stood for. On bad days it was joked the PDF stood for put down fast. A reference to the days when human beings liked to dissect anything they didn’t understand. On better days, PDF stood for presto digitalis frenzy, an incantation every magical child learned that made someone cluck like a chicken. At least once a year, someone got fed up and made a human general, or worse, a Congressman from some small state who had just learned about their existence and insisted on a tour, flap their arms and crane their neck, gulping in air as they crowed at the fluorescent lights overhead.

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