Disclaimer: I like pie. And I don't own Leverage. Yet.
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T - 11 minutes
"Nate, that's it," Eliot said angrily. "I can't do this anymore. She's driving me insane!"
"Eliot calm down," Nate said. "You know we can't leave. For the next 2 to 4 days, we're on lockdown. No one in or out; thanks to some so-called computer genius our covers were blown and the feds are hot on our trail. If one of us leaves now, we'll all be in jail for a long, long time."
"Seriously? Seriously!" the so-called computer geek yelled from the kitchen. He was eating some cold pizza. "Thanks to those IDs, your asses weren't blown up either, but I guess that doesn't count for anything. Blame everything on the tech, I see how it is."
"I don't care! I will gladly risk jail if it means I can get away from her!" Eliot screamed. He was close to losing it. "This is the worst situation I have ever been in. Ever."
"There must have been worse times," Nate said. "That Russian monkey thing?"
Flashback. "No."
"How about Sophie's play?" Hardison reminded him.
He thought for a second. "Ok, this situation is a close second."
"What about Sophie's play?" Sophie asked from the other room.
"Nothing," all three said simultaneously.
"Now, what is Parker doing that is so bad?" Nate asked. "I mean come on, we've been in here for like ten minutes."
"Eleven minutes and thirty seven seconds," said Eliot. "She did this." He pulled up his sleeve to see an arm full of sharpie marker drawings. They looked like poorly drawn cartoons.
Hardison started cracking up. "How did she do that without you noticing? I thought you were a ninja. And is that a picture of Godzilla?"
"Shut up, Hardison! I am a ninja! She's just… Parker. And I think it is Godzilla… Or at least a giant lizard-man. Now how the heck do I get this crap off?"
"Uh, it's called permanent marker for a reason," Hardison said. "It'll be on for a while."
Eliot sighed and set his mind on getting through the next four days without killing or seriously injuring anyone.