First another Desert, and now another Spider? R Cell has made contact with their Friendly on the Playa, and they finally have a solid red string to pull on. But how does a dangerous drug-dealing DJ connect to their mission? And speaking of drugs, this trip is beginning to be more than some Agents bargained on.

When everything feels alien, how do you even look for the Unnatural? R Cell has landed at the Playa, but this Thing in the Desert is a far cry from a base in Afghanistan or a hotel in Arizona. The best the Agents can do is try to blend in, grab a bite, and keep an eye out for trouble...though where R Cell goes, the last isn't usually far behind.

Research, check. Transport, check. Sparkle ponies…check? Being fully prepared is impossible, but each Agent of R Cell has done what they can on their own. Now only a few last stops stand between the team and the wild new world of the Playa.

The team is reassembled, but the mission specs are not. With a rare chance to prepare before heading out, R Cell going to pull on every thread they can find. They need every lead they can string together, especially before facing yet another desert.

(Additional music by Allen Strickland: https://allenstrickland.net/)

Things have been quiet for a long time, long enough for the Agents of R Cell to relax a little. But the Unnatural does not remain silent forever. With a new team dynamic, and clues even more cryptic than usual, it's time to see where this strange new assignment might lead.

(Additional music by Allen Strickland: https://allenstrickland.net/)

It's been a while since R Cell has come together...

Wearing TinFoil with Art & Lance No. 485 "Fingers, Mirrors, and Folding Space." Originally aired on KMLT.

This episode is a special preview of "Wearing TinFoil," a spin-off podcast from the world of The Redacted Reports, available exclusively at www.theredactedreportspodcast.com

Nope. Absolutely not. When you started the day, you thought you had a chance to show the partners what an asset you are to the firm. You also thought those stupid owls were the endangered species. Instead, you’re spending the night locked in a haunted single-wide, where the plants tuck you in with tooth-filled baby dolls and fling pumpkins at you…what the hell kind of a sentence is that!? And even if it wasn’t still snowing outside, that thing that destroyed the car is back and out for blood. There’s gotta be some way out of here…right?

What…what the hell just happened!? You thought the weirdest part of the day was going to be the way Mr. Titus ate dinner, or maybe that book Wilbur was reading, but that thing…what the hell was that thing!? And how did it do that to your car!? Now the snow is falling harder, your car is in literal pieces, and your options seem to be hike to the creepy abandoned trailer park or go back to the Titus house, again…oh god. You’re totally screwed, aren’t you?

The folks up here are a lot more helpful than you expected, with the exception of Ms. Titus herself, although at least she seems to be hearing you out. Still, you’d rather not stick around here any longer than you have to. These roads, if you can call them that, are not meant for a Prius, and people might be friendly, but they’re definitely staring…and so is that pig out in the yard. Just like the people, actually. Like, human eyes. Is that phone reception picking up yet?