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Marty Bishop's team of sneakers doesn't exactly work a standard nine-to-five by any stretch of the imagination, but there's usually a time in the morning when all of them are there and going to work. This is one of those times. Right now, Crease is on the phone, Bishop is composing one of his reports on their most recent job, Carl is out on a human-engineering run, and Mother and Whistler are gathered around Whistler's terminal, talking intently about something freshly installed and how they're going to go about taking it apart.