"I want answers! The Director of Shamballa just can't disappear."
"This one has."
"Where did he go?"
"He left without a trace. His fundamental frequency scan turns up nothing. So our working hypothesis is he's off-world."
"With that Yal-hune woman?"
"Unknown. In his capacity he had connections with a lot of aliens, almost any of which could take him off-world. We tried to access his computers but even our best guys know these drives are completely clean, the moment our access cards were detected on the base."
"Goddamn it! Is there anything left of value?"
"Everything that could be moved, has been moved. This is just the framework of an installation now, with the raw infrastructure. All the things that were here and the projects that were being worked on are gone. This place is so clean, it's actually scary. This wasn't cleaned by humans. Humans make messes, scrape walls moving furniture and heavy objects and leave telltales. This makes our best cleaning crew look like a bunch of pigs in a pigsty."
"You know, I knew this day would come. We should have taken over this installation 2 years ago! We have nothing. NOTHING. I goddamn HATE aliens! All of them!"
"What do you want us to do, sir?"
"Just set up sensors, beacons and all the rest. I want to know the moment even a fly enters this facility!"
"What is it now, Nelson?"
"Do you think he will ever return?"
"I don't know. I haven't a clue. But if he does, we will be waiting for him."