Pritchard felt like a deer in the headlights when he turned around to see who was arriving with the elevator. As he had assumed the incomer was mister Sarif himself taking few quick steps to get by the desk. The man was clearly on a good mood and his smile had even widened when he'd seen Pritchard.

"Frank m'boy, just the person I needed. You see, I have a little problem and you're just the man to help me solve it!" Pritchard was struggling to keep his composure. He reminded himself that he never explained his work unless asked to and he shouldn't start that now. Instead he settled with a bored tone.

"What is it? I'm swamped with work as it is since I have to do that goons share as well. Have you actually considered hiring a security chief who'd do his job instead of running around saving the world?" At least berating Jensen came naturally to him.

"You're quite right with that one. You see, when I hired Adam you were strongly against it and you know what, you were right. He's gone rogue now and you're my top man in trying to find him. He's gone away with so many company secrets we simply have to get him back."

While speaking, Mister Sarif had stepped closer to Pritchard and placed his hand on the shoulder of the tech chief. For a long time this boss had been the only person Pritchard had allowed such a gesture from, but now even that felt offensive. He wasn't quite sure how he should react to the suggestion. Would he have believed the tale if he hadn't had first hand knowledge of Jensen's situation? Few months ago the answer would have been 'yes', but having had a front row seat to follow Jensen on the field had somewhat changed his opinion of the man. Not to mention the events of the last few days. At any rate the boss was expecting him to eagerly help to capture the man he supposedly hated.

"I'm sure you have tried to track him then? He's out of the radar the same way as back when he disappeared from Hengsha and you think I can find him this time?"

Pritchard realised he was just buying time with his sneering but mister Sarif didn't seem to mind. Instead he went to log in to his computer.

"I know there was some problems. But you're a smart guy. I'm sure you can figure out something if I give you the exact specs of his tracking device. It's a bit different than the one the scientists have, advanced model you can say."

Pritchard didn't know what to think. On the other hand things were going too well. Getting exact data handed out by the boss would be way easier than shuffling through the cache he had stolen. But then again, why hadn't he been given this information the last time Jensen had disappeared? If the boss hadn't trusted him with it back then, why would he give it now? Or was it a test to see if he could be trusted? Whatever was the case Pritchard knew he was walking on a very thin ice and he hoped Jensen had had the time and sense to build up some kind of backup plan in case they'd have to flee. A passing thought asked when it had become 'we' but now was not the time to pay it any more attention.

"My password isn't working", mister Sarif commented from behind his desktop, sounding more surprised than annoyed. It was all Pritchard could do to avoid showing his guilt. How could he have done such elementary mistake? In his hurry to get out of the system while hearing the elvator's arrival, he hadn't had time to reset back the bosses own password.
"That is the whole point of password change", he scowled grasping for an excuse. "I had to reset all the passwords in all company computers including yours due security leak. I was just leaving a pocket secretary with your new one when you arrived."

Mister Sarif chuckled amusedly and Pritchard realised immediately his mistake. He had explicitly told people time and time again to not leave passwords out on pocket secretaries so he definitely shouldn't do so himself. The boss didn't seem suspicious though as there wasn't yet any particular reason to, but it wouldn't take many more mistakes. Pritchard cursed himself, deciding he should get his act together before he'd do some other trivial error to condemn him. While it annoyed to admit it Jensen had been right, he was not an actor.

In short order Pritchard had walked the boss through a password change without him seeming to consider that for a while Pritchard had had an acces to his compute. He wasn't sure if it was due trust or trial and at the moment it didn't matter. He didn't like it and just wanted to get rid of the tracker planted to himself. It was an insult to the possible trust the boss seemed to place on him or a heavy shackle if he was under suspicion. Whatever his reasons mister Sarif gave him the datapacket he had promised and led him away promising to send Malik to take him home as soon as possible. Things surely were going too well.