"... So, you're telling me that you went back to the ACDC Grand Theatre today to check if Shademan left anything behind just like the last time, and you found this Dark Chip?" Famous asked a bit disbelievingly, examining the chip in his hand.
Lan, Maylu, Chaud, and Lain stood in front of his desk, their backs straight, their faces sombre.
Lain had made them go along with her teeny white lie because she couldn't rat Sheena out; they had made a deal, even though Lan and Chaud told her that she should because CSI speaking, Sheena did take something from the scene of the crime without reporting it.
"Yup, that's exactly what we're telling you, Mr. Famous," Lain said seriously.
"No need for formalties," Famous muttered. He leaned back in his chair. "Well, I'll have your mother examine this, Lain. Meanwhile, I've got nothing for you four to do. There hasn't been any sign of trouble yet, but you still should be on your best guard."
"Got it," said Lan.
~~~
"I don't think he believed us," said Maylu outside.
"I know," muttered Lain. "At least he didn't question us, though."
"Sheena owes us big time," commented Lan.
"Actually, she owes me," Lain corrected him,"and I owe you guys for making you go along with me."
"Oh, even better."