New Kids On The Block A3, Friday Morning

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Topher was pretty sure that he was right on the verge of breaking into the files Peter had wanted. He'd spent most of the past week working on it, not to mention today's computer class, and while the files were pretty tough to crack, he knew he'd get it eventually. Come on. He was a genius. Just a few clicks... and... bingo. He was in.

Just what he

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"Ah, Topher," Peter said, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat upon entry. "I heard you had news for me."

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Oh, if anyone was grinning smugly, it was Topher -- he had this irritating habit of being utterly obnoxious when he was proud of himself, and this was one such moment.

"Got your info," he said smugly. "Then I got locked out of the system, but: A. Wiggin. Command School. Further education." He nodded decisively. "That's what I got."

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Yessss.

That was it. The last piece of the puzzle. It was enough to inspire Peter to an attempt at a congratulatory pat of Topher's shoulder. "Not bad, not bad," he said, "Oh, I knew it."

Ender. Command school. At his age-- that meant he was at the very least part of the assault on the Formics. He could use that. Oh, yes.

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"Yup," Topher gloated. "It was really hard, too, but -- I managed." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

Oh, he was so very obnoxious.