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The pikachu slowly crept out from under the couch, ears perked up and eyes open, alert. Whatever danger it had sensed was gone, for the time being. It didn't waste any time. While the two girls were distracted with trying to get away with the mess they'd made, it made a beeline for the door, did a double take, scrambled back to the couch, grabbed a half-eaten chocolate bar and sped between the legs of the girl that had been feeding it into the hallway.

Minutes later, Hayden emerged from the small bathroom, clad in a fresh uniform and toweling his hair out briefly before tossing the towel back into the bathroom. "That quick enough for ya'," he commented, still feeling slightly snarky, even after his shower.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall made him cringe internally. Just after five. "Look, I know you're eager to leave and all, but I need to check something really quick. Since I'm going to be doing your job for you, I'm sure a couple more minutes won't kill you," he muttered, crossing to his computer and quickly powering it up. Five o'clock meant that his orders for the next day had been sent to his computer and he needed to log in and check them. The process made him cringe everytime...he never knew what lay waiting for him in the internal company inbox.

The log-in screen popped up as usual and he hurried to type in his info. He waited, a bit impatiently for the internal e-mail to pop up...and...nothing.

An error message? Server could not be reached? Oh, for hell's sake...

Quickly, the guard started checking computer settings...proxy info...anything he could possibly think of. Everything looked perfectly fine, so why couldn't he connect? Sighing tiredly, he reluctantly turned around.

"I hate to ask this...but do you know anything about computers?"

Kira sweatdroped as Diana protested leaving, then smiled and laughed. "Heh, guess your right... This is definitely a two person job....." She handed the girl a plastic garbage bag. "Lets start by getting all the chunks first, right?" She picked up a soggy, melted ice cream sandwich and made a face as it melted everywhere. "Ok, a little mental note, lets not use ice cream next time..."

"Hmph. Cat 5, should be easy enough to find." Phil grumbled. "Stay here, I'll only be a minute."

Back out in the hallway, Phil decided to make good another old debt. He shuffled down a couple rooms and knocked on the door, twice rapidly, then twice more slowly, his signature around here. Hayden was watching him suspiciously, and Phil knew it, but this time he could afford the attention. Not like he was doing anything illegal, now.

"Zach, open up. You know it's me." Phil knocked more insistently.
There was a growl from the other side of the door before it swung open, revealing the irritated yet nervous-looking face of Zachary Morgan. The stocky guard was in his tracksuit, and had clearly been in the process of working out. "Whatcha want, Gutters?" He asked, a little out of breath. "Gonna ply me for favours again? Not gonna happen, buddy."

"Favours?" Phil shook his head. "Nothing fancy or illegal this time. I just want some of your spare Cat 5."

The guard eyed him suspiciously. "You're up to something."

Phil leaned in a little threateningly in response, his eyes narrowing. "I'm throwing you a line here, mate." He glanced past the guard at his chest of drawers. "You still owe me for my last shipment. We can call it even if you just give me one bleedin' cable."
Phil let the words hang for a second. The veiled threat didn't make the guard cave immediately, but it did persuade him to acquiesce with some dignity. He turned to go back into his room and rummaged around a white cardboad box full of electronic junk. "Fine, fine. I just don't want to end up muted for this, bud. Or I WILL kill you." The guard looked intensely at Phil as he handed over the blue cabling.

Just try it. "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you." Phil gave him a reassuring grin. Or it might not have been all too reassuring, he was finding it harder to tell the difference. With that, the guard cast one last look at Phil's eyes, as though trying to see into the janitor's mind, then shook his head in exasperation and shut the door.

Phil whistled a victory tune he learned from an old console RPG and strode back to Hayden, still carrying a now-smug grin, and waving the cable around with one hand. He brushed right past the confused guard and immediately bent down, plugged in the cabling to replace the burned one then staggered to his feet, setting the mouse cursor over the userID field in Hayden's terminal login. "Here, try it again now." He leaned in close to the screen, as though intent to see if his efforts had paid off.

"Oh, not a problem, not a problem." Phil replied innocently. "You owe me. Again." He then added, in an irritatingly sing-song voice. Phil glanced over his shoulder at the terminal one more time, smirking inwardly. Happy day.

"Well, let's get on with this then." He led the way out the door into the guard's hallway, mop in hand, a black rod concealed in its stringy mass. He had no more use for the taser, but it was sure to come in handy, somewhere down the line.

"You oughtta set up a trap in your room. Catch yourself a pikachu."

Kira squeaked when her vision went plasticy black from the bag, then quickly pulled it off, frowning a bit. "Diana, we really don't have time to mess around! Hayden already told us we should have left, we need to clean this up spotless and get out of here." The fact that Hayden had looked so worried really freaked her out, and she knew that there was going to be big trouble probably following this.

Kira smiled and nodded, tying off a bag of garbage and food remains and starting on another one. "Right. We'll make it look like a person with a really severe case of OCD cleaning came in here.... Although, they'd probably have a heart attack upon first site..." She laughed nervously, then pulled out the Lysol, spraying down the counters and scrubbing them hard.

Something about that overly-happy response gave Hayden the chills. So much for reassurance.

"A trap, huh?" He decided to keep the conversation going, to minimalize the awkward and uncomfortable silence. And to give the girls time to get the heck out of there, if they were smart. "What sort of set-up would you recommend, might I ask? Cage? Sticky tape? AA batteries?" he joked with a weary grin.