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"That's quite... interesting, Travers. I'm sure we're all better off now, having heard of your wonderful experiences in a barber shop.

"Cincey... sure, you can come along. Whatever. At least you seem normal enough."

Larry's migraines were starting to act up again.

"Has anyone seen where that idiot Lance darted off to? We can't have the team members just taking off for no reason!"

Lance darted quickly down the corridors, trying to find an exit. He ran out into the parking lot, and slid over the hood of his car. He opened the front door and got in, grinning as he waited for the others to come out the front door.

When the building door did not open, the smile dropped from his face. He locked the door, and pushed a small button under his dashboard. Small, tinted pieces of glass slid down over all of his windows.

He turned the tuner on the radio twice to the left, three times to the right, once more to the left, pressed a sequence of numbers on the preset radio stations, and pressed in the volume knob. The airbag light came on. Lance smiled, content in the knowledge that he was sitting behind a wall of heavy signal encryption.

He pulled out a phone, and held it up to his ear.

"Hello. Of course this line is secure! Yes, you were right. Baldy got through. We'll have to make sure they don't find him. Don't worry: right now they think I'm just a cocky kid who doesn't have himself together. Complications?"

An image of Ms. Porter flashed through his mind.

"None. No complications at all. I'll do my part, and keep them chasing their tails. You take care of the RMS, as planned. No, we're NOT screwed. I disposed of the letter. There's nothing for them to go on. By the time they actually find Baldy, Project Chakka should be just about wrapped up. I should go before they get suspicious. Bye."

As he ran back towards the building, he put an annoyed look on his face. Then he switched it to more of a confused look, before settling in on something in-between bewildered and annoyed. He went back upstairs, and burst into the room.

"Hey, what's taking you all so long?"

His facial expression was perfect.

Sam looked around at all the commotion and wondered to herself "Why is everyone so bizarre?" Nobody had given any definite orders yet, so she contented herself to sit back in her chair and people-watch for a while. She especially watched that old creepy guy who loved to smell hair. There was something odd about him...

Leary seized his opportunity while he had the chance.

"That's quite a horrific tale, Largey. Anyways, now that you have a lead I should let you get on your way. I insist that you all begin investigating immediately."

With that, he went to his office and closed the door, where he began a rousing game of solitaire.

Cincey tried to come in and break up the fight, "Largey please, we have to get a long."
"SORRY, IT'S A LITTLE HARD WITH HER!" she pointed to Ms. Porter.
Cincey tried to drag LMB out of the room to talk, but he didn't have much success.