Learning to Love Time Loops Without Going Insane

“He just came into an FBI office and announced all this?” Said an older man, looking through the glass to the empty room below.

“Yep, I had to take their hard drives, and the receptionist is getting a transfer to one of our locations,” Grant answered.

“I wonder why he’s claiming to not know where he got his power. Do they really think we know so little about this that we would fall for another one of their traps?”

“What if he’s telling the truth? Just because the other kids we’ve found have come into contact with their stones doesn’t mean they all have.”

“You’re still young, Grant. You weren’t here for the massacre of sixty-nine. We can’t take the risk of a trap. Ahh, there he is now.” The door in the room below opened, and Cal made his way to the chair.

Once he saw the blood extracted, the old man pushed a series of buttons on the console to his left. Grant knew this was the signal to knock the kid out.

“You see, Grant, that blood should have reacted, especially if it was a new power. Something strange is going on here, and we can’t take any chances. Not with our plan to raid the sites so close.”

“I understand, sir.”