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Room 234-- Home base.

The door is locked, but team members know the key is right above the door frame.

The window is open.

Parker's not here yet.

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Clutching the console and cables to her chest, Callisto kicked out the vent cover and tumbled into the room.

Kawalsky spun around, ready to fight if he had to. He relaxed when he saw it was Callisto. "Have you got it?"

"Toxic?" Parker asked him when she came in. "Are you on crack?"

"Probably, but I'm not taking a drug test to prove it. But it worked, didn't it? Anyone, even Bob Otto Rover, would be distracted by that Spears woman. And hey! I think I might have struck a deal with Rover about the Bob Otto Rover clothing line."

"So it was a productive evening all around. Sweet." Parker collapsed back on her bed. "Remind me to get better equipment next time. Infrared imaging, or something. This following by maps is for *crap*."

"We may need to bring in more tech support next time. Maybe buy some stuff off ebay."

Anakin opened the door with the key shortly thereafter.

He certainly didn't glance to the door to the adjourning suite.

Because that would be lame.

"Mission accomplished?" he asked, plopping down on the floor.

Lee comes in looking horrified, terrified, etc. "Oh gods, oh gods, we're frakked."

Parker hurried in, her headset still on, and turned up the radio so they could listen in on the lounge as soon as she got there. "Mission accomplished but blown. Wait..." She adjusted the volume.

"Do you mind?" 6 sounded pissed off.

Then Carter, sounding bleary. "Oh! Principal Bristow!"

"We are FRAKKED," Lee moans.

"Shut up, Apollo." Parker adjusted the gain, and the broadcast cleared up:

"Ms. Carter. Mr. 6. I trust you know where you are."

"Oh, shit."

6 sounded sulky. "Sorry. Didn't think anyone would be using it."

Lee puts his head in hands. "I'm going to be expelled!"

"Chill out, Adama. No one knows we're involved. Sam and 6 won't talk."

Parker gave up, grabbed a pillow, and whapped him. "Which part of 'shut up, Apollo', are you having trouble with? God!"

"Come, dear, let's go somewhere else. My apologies, Principal Bristow. Won't happen again."

"He's never going to buy that."

"See that it doesn't."

"Oh my god. He did! Wooot!"

Lee shuts up, omg.

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"Is it in one piece?" Parker asked. "And, wow. I didn't know the vents went this far."

"Apparently they do. They're like magic vents that can support a whole person's weight. Amazing."

"Fantastic." Parker shook her head, bemused. "And Rover didn't suspect anything?"

"Suspects me? Nah. We had a good ol' talk. But if I go missing in the next week, try looking in Rover's closet, okay?"

"Sure. Since you can't live there indefinitely, and he doesn't seem to know that."

Callisto held up the consaole, "I didn't drop it, so unless it was already broken..."

"Cool. Let's hook it up to my TV, see if it works."

"What is that thing anyway?" Omg, so stuck in 1997.

"Video game console, high end, with the better controllers. And, I have Need for Speed and Perfect Dark to play on it. Yes!" Parker hooked it up to her television, and chuckled. "Wasted on the teachers, so very much."

"Ahhhh.. so kinda like one of those new-fangled Nintendo 64s?"

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