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Who: Falcon, Samus.
What: SUPER SNEAKY INFILTRATIONS and SUBSEQUENT MISHAPS.
When: FUTUREDATED Late night, May 9th.
Where: Headmaster Hand's office oooOooOOo
Rating: PG-13 for language and probably violence.
It had been quite a while since he'd snooped around in the Headmaster's office. There was always something kind of thrilling about sneaking into the school at night, expertly picking the locks in the clocktower, overriding security codes and cameras and rooting through the giant hand's file cabinets.
Something kind of nostalgic about it too, looking through the manila folders and happening upon his own records. Seeing the horrendously outdated five-year-old picture and all the things written in it that he'd never want to see the light of day.
But Falcon wasn't here for that tonight.
It had dawned on him earlier in the day. He knew his own records contained certain things...like date of birth...so who was to say that other faculty records didn't contain the same information?
He was totally on a late-night infiltration to find Samus' birthday. Yes he was.
The files were harder to get into than usual. Falcon would blame a certain two members of his "team" for that, recalling stories of similar late-night escapades. Master Hand must have upped the security or something because this was not the usual walk in the park. Jesus, they were just file cabinets. Why was it suddenly such a chore?
So there he was, at an ungodly hour of the night, rummaging through desk drawers and fiddling with locks on file cabinets. Clearly a great way to spend a Saturday. He just kept telling himself it would all be worth it.
What: SUPER SNEAKY INFILTRATIONS and SUBSEQUENT MISHAPS.
When: FUTUREDATED Late night, May 9th.
Where: Headmaster Hand's office oooOooOOo
Rating: PG-13 for language and probably violence.
It had been quite a while since he'd snooped around in the Headmaster's office. There was always something kind of thrilling about sneaking into the school at night, expertly picking the locks in the clocktower, overriding security codes and cameras and rooting through the giant hand's file cabinets.
Something kind of nostalgic about it too, looking through the manila folders and happening upon his own records. Seeing the horrendously outdated five-year-old picture and all the things written in it that he'd never want to see the light of day.
But Falcon wasn't here for that tonight.
It had dawned on him earlier in the day. He knew his own records contained certain things...like date of birth...so who was to say that other faculty records didn't contain the same information?
He was totally on a late-night infiltration to find Samus' birthday. Yes he was.
The files were harder to get into than usual. Falcon would blame a certain two members of his "team" for that, recalling stories of similar late-night escapades. Master Hand must have upped the security or something because this was not the usual walk in the park. Jesus, they were just file cabinets. Why was it suddenly such a chore?
So there he was, at an ungodly hour of the night, rummaging through desk drawers and fiddling with locks on file cabinets. Clearly a great way to spend a Saturday. He just kept telling himself it would all be worth it.