[IC. Locked. TERRIBLE THINGS]

[stolengood]

[Parker's sitting in the middle of her safehouse/lab, various stolen things precisely organized all around her. IT'S NIGHT]

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[solipsismmortal]

[there's a voice from near the back of the lab]

This is one heck of a pickle you've got yerself in.

[stolengood]

[Stands up and wheels around]

How did you get in here?

[solipsismmortal]

[balancing the tip of a spoon on his fingertip, leaning casually against the wall]

The door.

[stolengood]

You're not supposed to be in here. Go away!