“Hello again, Brice. Sorry, the accommodations aren’t the greatest here. We aren’t really equipped for prisoners yet. These people seem to prefer not taking them. It’s kind of a big difference between what you represent and what they do,” Glenn said, keeping his voice as passive as possible when he entered the room. Harold was watching from a monitor outside. They had decided that since Glenn knew Brice the best, for now, he would be the one to start the information-gathering sessions.


    “You know, at first, I was angry they had tried baiting the trap with me, but honestly, it makes the most sense. I mean, here you ar,e entirely ready to try and break me. But considering I know this has a hard end when the loop restarts, what exactly do you think you can accomplish?” Brice asked smugly.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    “Are you really sure that’s true? Think about how easily these people have beaten the Agency over and over. Do you really think they aren’t capable of holding you in more than one loop? As we speak, your new room is being prepared for just that purpose,” Glenn said, letting a slight smile show. He may not have been any sort of field agent in years, but this all came back to him easily. It was like riding a bike, and this particular bike had been making his life miserable for longer than should have been possible.


    “I don’t believe you, and as for these people you’ve signed on with, how much of their successes have been down to blind luck and repetition. What do you think happens when they really have to face off?” Brice asked, his lip curled, showing Glenn some of the rage he was trying to hide.


    “I think they win,” Glenn answered.