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[sunnydalealum]

Tom, as a rule, doesn't go on rescue missions away from his own world any more. He promised Door. This is different, however, and helping Andrew on his world is something Tom's done before. Helping Andrew with Merriman along for the ride- well. Tom's safe as houses

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[merrimanlyon]

Merriman glances at the books that Tom has brought, and then to Mac's computer. He sets his fountain pen and a small pocket notebook on the table -- there isn't anything else he's likely to need for a mission of this nature.

'By all means,' he says with a nod. 'I suppose we should begin by defining our respective positions and tasks?'

[q_in_training]

"I'm tech girl," Mac explains with a matter-of-fact shrug, folding her arms. "Ruler of all the electronic stuff. My job's to hack in and shut down their communications without getting caught."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom raises his eyebrows in Mac's direction more in reaction to her words - which make little sense to him - than anything else. "Erm, yes, very good. I'm pleased you know what to do in regards to that, as I have absolutely no clue. I'm here to aid and assist with the magical shielding of our people as they go after the scythe."

[stilljustandrew]

Passive shielding only, don't forget, Tom. We still don't know how your magic's gonna interact with theirs.

[sunnydalealum]

Later:

Andrew's sitting backwards on a chair next to where Mac's computer is set up, watching over her shoulder.

[q_in_training]

Mac isn't paying any attention to him.

This isn't a reflection on Andrew's character. It's more like one on how if Mac doesn't do this exactly right, they're all going to die, and she kinda needs all of her focus to make sure that doesn't happen.

(Because if it does happen, Sam might end up as one of the first people to get killed.)

Tick-a-tack-a-tick-a-tack-a-tick -- code flashes across the screen as Mac bites her lip, easing through the tangle of firewalls and security measures layered over Wolfram and Hart's mainframe. It's been a while since she's done anything this hardcore; she's not rusty, per se, but it's not like she's going at the speed of light, either.

Some time later, though, she exhales, glances over her shoulder, and flashes him a grin. "We're in."

[stilljustandrew]

*He grins back, and hands her an index card.* Excellent. Here's the names Dean said they'd be using --

[q_in_training]

She takes the card, reads it, and snorts out a laugh. "Jerry Karlin and George Wendt?"

That nerd, says her tone. With love.

Propping it against her monitor, she adds, as she begins typing again, "Okay, two blatant references to a Chevy Chase movie coming right up."

[young_tmriddle]

Some time after Andrew leaves, Tom paces the floor, waiting for the signal to come.

He'd rather it come sooner than later. One benefit about being a part of the main action is the time goes much more quickly.

Mac is engrossed in her work at the computer, and Tom is on edge. The charm should work just fine. It did in his trials. But this is a different world, and there's no telling what might happen.

If he has to, he can open to the team, or Apparate, and protect them at close range.

He runs a hand through his hair. When Tom Riddle ruffles his own hair, you know he's nervous.

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman has been doing some thinking of his own, and keeping an eye on Tom's pacing. The nervousness is beginning to show.

After a moment's consideration, he takes his little notebook and fountain pen, and begins to jot down a few lines. When he is finished, he puts his pen down and removes the sheet of paper from the notebook. Once he has folded the little slip of paper in half, he looks back over at Tom.

'Might I ask a favour of you, Mr Riddle?'

[young_tmriddle]

"Hmmm?" He glances over at Merriman, taking a moment to compose himself.

"Of course, sir." Although he can't imagine what kind of favor he can give to one such as Professor Lyon.

'He's probably simply trying to keep you from pacing, you idiot,' he admonishes himself, knowing full well that a certain amount of nervous energy only makes him more careful - and more powerful - when it comes time to cast.

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman holds out the slip of paper, his expression neutral.

'If you would be so kind, do not open this slip of paper unless I ask you to do so.' One corner of his mouth twitches, briefly. 'If all goes well, we will not need it, but I prefer to have the precaution in place.'