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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.

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[icequeen_aran]

Little did Falcon know Samus was slowly becoming aware of the same exact thing. It had been too long since she had done a late night infiltration like this. Slipping into the Zero Suit and crawling around the school's newly built airvents was quite... thrilling. It was a change of pace. Made her feel connected to some of the crazy stunts she pulled on her missions. Luckily the school wasn't guarded by space pirates, traps, laser beams and genetic experiments gone wrong. Luckily.

Samus still treated it as such however, and was quiet as a mouse as she padded along the metal interior of the airvents. This was serious bounty hunter business. Inside the Headmaster's office contained files--her personal data files--that she was not 101% percent aware of their status. There was the smallest possibility they still contained information she may have forgotten to black out on one of her previous escapades. Like

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Falcon certainly wasn't the stealthiest of characters and his idea of "sneaking" was "input as many security overrides as possible and waltz in like you own the place", but that didn't mean he wasn't used to these kinds of things. He knew what to listen for, and though Samus was quiet and probably inaudible to the untrained ear, the Captain did not have an untrained ear.

He stiffened a bit, but didn't stop what he was doing, feigning obliviousness until whoever was sneaking up behind him was close enough. Then he could deal with the problem. For whatever reason, he doubted it was the Headmaster. No, this was a stealthy, deliberate attempt to ambush him, and Falcon was pretty sure that if he were to be caught by Master Hand, the glove would be a bit more vocal about it.

But whoever it was, they were about to get it. He waited a few more seconds, counting footsteps that were barely there before whipping out his gun and wheeling around, back to the file cabinets.

[icequeen_aran]

Impressive. No matter how stealthy she thought she could be his exact movements were anticipated and she mirrored his actions flawlessly. Her right hand went to cover his gun while her hand flung up to likewise point her gun in his face. She expected he would do the same to her gun which would result in a stalemate. It was all basic instinct, really.

That was fine. No need for anyone to get hurt. Not yet.

"Fancy meeting you here." She kept her voice low.

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Without even thinking, his hand was in front of her gun and his own firearm was leveled at her face. He held the position for a few moments, eyes locked and not at all surprised that she had done the exact same thing before he lowered the weapon and turned his back on her. Of course he was curious as to what she was doing--she was certainly dressed for the occasion--but he could lockpick and talk at the same time.

He saw no reason to not go back to what he was doing. "Past your bedtime." Falcon said nonchalantly, still fiddling with the lock on the cabinet and kind of wishing he had Jeff's little doohickey. "What's up?"

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Past my bedtime? She sneered at his reaction. She was 99% certain why he was here, and more importantly she was 99% certain she knew HE knew why she was here. It was that tiny 1% that bothered her. Maybe one of the new teachers really rubbed Facon the wrong way; it wasn't like she hadn't done the very same thing before herself. Almost... a year ago in fact. Give or take a week. Now was not the time to be nostalgic, however.

"Couldn't sleep." She replied dryly as she reholstered her gun and likewise nonchalantly hovered behind him, arms crossed and maybe kind of standing on her tip-toes to peer over his shoulder.

She avoided directly answering his question. She replied instead with one that was said with a very very clear unintimidated suspicion in her voice, "...looking for something, Falcon?"