Hardison seems a bit distracted as he fiddles with something on the desk in front of him that honestly just looks like a mess of scrap wires and circuis. He has his 'game' face on and two straightened paperclips in the corner of his mouth as he works. Every now and then he glances at the flickering static of the laptop next to him, just barely
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Shit.
I still have the things I took from inside, but that won't do us much good without anythin' to back it up.
Damnit, we're in over our heads on this. We're gonna need help.
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I'm working on throwing together a security system we can use to at least let us know when someone uninvited gets in but I don't have much to work with.
Eliot, these people ain't no amateurs. We are talking primo hackers and- and ninja thieves or somethin' man. This place gives me the creeps.
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We're facin' ghosts, and shit. We better find somethin' fast or...
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