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Andrew had been planning ever sense she broke his phone. This was not the time when she would expect retaliation. No, she would have expected it right away, but he needed time to prep. He had to gather all the materials. And then after he had everything ready to go, Andrew had to wait for the right moment.

That moment was now.

He had snuck in a few peeks at her room in passing, but had made sure not to stick around long enough to be there when her temper flared up. Sammy would probably lock her room, and for that, he had the tools ready. A simple lock pick tool was all that was needed and he had a decent one he had brought over from before Deus. It had even managed to survive the storm.

Then he waited until she headed down for a full day of training. (It was easy to learn her work out schedule, they were both suns. he picked a time when she would be helping train the fresh meat.)

Once in, Andrew quickly surveyed. He wanted the action to be against That wall. He looked at the window, and moved the bed around so it sat within easy filming distance.

Then he pulled out the ribbon and notes. Large happy face on sticky notes with the word loser scrawled on them were planted all over the guitar. He then strung it up in ribbons to hide the wiring. Finally, carefully ever so carefully he planted the bomb. It was glitter, only glitter. But Glitter was hell.

He then did a check to makes sure anything sensitive was covered. Speakers, open electrical equipment all got cloths or the plastic bags he brought with him to keep them safe. It was an extra precaution that did cost him time, but he knew how horrible it was to take glitter out of electrical equipment. It may never work again, and that wasn't quiet his goal. No his goal was to be as annoying as hell and get himself a new video.

Once everything was set he went to go lurk about outside and wait for Sammy's return.

There was of course, no answer.

A small camera, was jury rigged outside the window. It was facing towards the guitar and angled in such a way that it peeked through a crack in the curtain. Andrew had checked the angle a few time to make sure the position was right.

It was salvaged from the hurricane, with some added parts to fix the water damage. pain a ruin here and there and it worked... for now. Andrew thought of it as his disaster camera, because it was easier to sacrifice than himself or the temp phone he had.

That was the other half of the reason it took him time to set this up. He needed to finish it.

It's angle wasn't perfect, but it did show that something was up. He watched through his phone, frowning. Just go check the guitar you still girl, he center pieced that, how could she not notice?

Andrew was not in the light of sight of the window, but he wished he could peek in.

Go for it, go for it... was she checking the closet? He wasn't in there! Well perhaps he had been a bit obvious about the whole thing.

His kindness tipped her off, but watching her lurk about the room was fun too.

Finally, she found the guitar. And the glitter. Andrew cackled to himself as quietly as he could. He debated between trying to retrieve the camera now, or later.

If he didn't go now, she would be sure to find it soon. But she would hear him. and she had pulled a freaken knife. Yeah later, after she was out again.