*** The gang had no choice but to get prepared for a long afternoon. Fortunately they had practice for this sort of thing… After several hours they had kind of migrated to the living room as well as the kitchen/dining room. King had loosened his tie and rolled up his cuffs and was sitting with an elbow hooked on the back of his chair halfheartedly reading a magazine for interlocking brick systems. *snip* The young man that had entered the kitchen stood in the doorway and one of those weird stare thing took place. He continued to stare, unsure what exactly was going down. “Uh...sis….what?” Next didn’t ever even bother to look up from her screen, “Guests, business. Hi.” His face twisted into a weirded out look for a moment before he shrugged said, “Whatever” and walked over to a cabinet nearby.
*** The gang had no choice but to get prepared for a long afternoon. Fortunately they had practice for this sort of thing… After several hours they had kind of migrated to the living room as well as the kitchen/dining room. King had loosened his tie and rolled up his cuffs and was sitting with an elbow hooked on the back of his chair halfheartedly reading a magazine for interlocking brick systems. *snip* The young man that had entered the kitchen stood in the doorway and one of those weird stare thing took place. He continued to stare, unsure what exactly was going down. “Uh...sis….what?” Next didn’t ever even bother to look up from her screen, “Guests, business. Hi.” His face twisted into a weirded out look for a moment before he shrugged said, “Whatever” and walked over to a cabinet nearby.
Elliea cast a look at the other then shrugged, “Pretty much yeah. So will you do it?” The girl nervously nibbled at her ponytail then cracked her knuckles, “Okay. I’ll do it. I’m Penny by the way, but my tag is Next.” Landon frowned even deeper than he already had been during the Source convo, “Do ALL hackers prefer to go by their tags?” The girl lifted an eyebrow at him, “Don’t most people go by their nicknames” She focused on her computer screen. “Well if he’s in hiding this might take me hours, you guys better settle in. Soft drinks in the fridge. Don’t touch the pretzels.” She glances up, saw their confused expressions and went on, “The pretzels are my brother’s. He’ll be back from work later this evening.” The gang had no choice but to get prepared for a long afternoon. Fortunately they had practice for this sort of thing… After several hours they had kind of migrated to the living room as well as the kitchen/dining room. King had loosened his tie and rolled up his cuffs and was sitting with an elbow hooked on the back of his chair halfheartedly reading a magazine for interlocking brick systems. Landon was asleep on the couch and Essa was sitting curled up in an armchair about to doze off too. Damian was rocking on his heels and staring and family pictures on the wall. For the twelfth time. The sudden noise of the door banging open and closed jerked every agent instinctively to alert mode. All of them were half standing or sitting up with a hand on their concealed weapon. The young man that had entered the kitchen stood in the doorway and one of those weird stare thing took place. He continued to stare, unsure what exactly was going down. “Uh...sis….what?” Next didn’t ever even bother to look up from her screen, “Guests, business. Hi.” His face twisted into a weirded out look for a moment before he shrugged said, “Whatever” and walked over to a cabinet nearby.
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*hurriedly backs away from pretzels* Don't eat the pretzels. Got it. O.O