'I've been hunting him down for years. He's impossible to track, with irregular patters. When we do get lucky enough to hear about sightings he's already gone. With that flashy outfit of his it's amazing how hard he is to find, but I know he's out there and I have to find him, after everything he's done I HAVE to...' Scanning over the file one last time I placed it into my desk along with other less important papers. "I know you're out there somewhere." Closing the desk drawer the silver letters glistened off the file as the moons rays slowly faded. Those three words, the subject I've spent the last 3 years engrossed in. 'THE CIPHER FILE'