The trip back to HQ was a quiet one for Aradia. She spent the entire trip back mulling over old memories of allegedly fake UFO sightings. Obviously some were fake stories meant to make some dirt town appear on the map, but then again, there always was that possibility…

She forced the thought out of her mind, even if they were real, it couldn’t be something she couldn’t handle. For now, she thought it be best if she celebrated a bit, even if the boss wasn’t all too happy. Sure Mr Mars Attack did get away, but at least any further infection has been stalled and memories wiped. Some clips might’ve ended up on some crackpot theory website, but with no one remembering their eye witness accounts, Aradia was confident they’d disappear soon. 

She gave herself a mental pat on the back as she strode in the dank room that was meant to be an office. Everything looked ancient and reeked of dust, to Aradia anyway. She knocked on the door once she was in, posture loose and confident as she spoke, [color=9932cc]”You called, boss?”[/color]