“She’s gone. We know the snatchers grabbed her, but beyond that, she’s off our radar again.” One of the techs in the room announced. The room had three rows of computers with a person at each.

“Understood, thank you,” Brice said before leaving the room. He walked the halls, heading for the director’s office. This loop, their meeting had gone well. The message he had given him in the last loop had paid off. He opened the director’s door and walked in.

“Agent Brice, and what news do you bring me this time?” The old man, everyone only knew as the director asked.

“Melissa is back off the grid, but considering the reports on her actions, I believe she planned this. I doubt they actually neutralized her, and even if they did, she will be back next loop.” Brice said.

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“So you say. Here’s your new phrase to add to your list. Chickens taste of cheddar. So far, what you’re saying seems entirely plausible, and that phrase will get you to my current trust level instantly in your next loop. Now, the big question is, how do you want to spend the rest of this one?”

“I think I need to directly attack the snatchers. Give me a few ogres, and let me run through some of our leads to see what I can find.”

“Done. I’d say don’t die, but I’m not sure how much that matters to you anymore.” The director’s smile still creeped Brice out.