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The Magnificent 7 belong to CBS, MGM, The Trilogy Entertainment Group, and The Mirisch Corp.
I intend to reference the virtual seasons of The Sentinel found at www (dot) blackpantherproductions (dot) org / index (dot) htm
Buck eyed JD as the kid bounced his chair into a fully upright position and grabbed the phone.
Huh… He never answers the phone that fast, not even when he's expecting a call from Casey. He eyed his roommate suspiciously when the kid grinned a touch maniacally. He shared a quick amused glance with Vin, the only other person in the room. Josiah and Nathan were out, and Ezra hadn't made it to work yet. The southerner seemed to think that getting up before ten was a sin.
"That's great, send 'em up." The kid was bouncing…again. He was starting to think that he had been gypped. His computer chair sure as hell didn't have that much spring to it.
"Hey kid! What's up?"
"Wha'? Huh?"
Buck waited until JD actually focused on him before repeating, "What's up? Your more restless than a jitterbug, kid. Somethin' big happen'n or do I need to get Nate t' tell me what yer on?"
"Buck! You know I don't do drugs!"
"Yeah, yeah, calm down kid, I know, and thank God for it. Ah hell kid! It already takes six of us t' keep up wit' ya'. But if'n ya don't tell me what's got ya so wound up this time I'm gonna tell Nate about tha' blister a' yours."
"Aw Buck, the blister's fine. It's just a little burn; it'll heal in no time. As for what's going on… I have a client!"
Buck and Vin both burst out laughing. "A what? You goin' inta business for ya'self now kid? Gonna' give up all'a this?" His expansive gesture took in the slightly abused office that ATF Tactical Team 7 used as their home base.
"'Course not! But there's a couple of cops coming up with what sounds like a real dozy of a comp problem. Apparently some hacker has managed to shut down the entire PD's system. And it was recommended that they come consult with yours truly." Buck and Vin snickered as JD struck a self-important pose before grinning at them.
"Down? The entire system? Why haven't we heard a' this? They cain't get inta our system cain they JD?" Vin sounded concerned as he stopped by their desks, coffee cup in hand. "I don' think anyone wants me ta ha'f ta write out reports."
"Have a little faith in my firewalls will ya' Vin? And they're not from the Denver PD. They're out of a city up north; Cascade up in Washington. Sounds nice huh? Peaceful like. I bet their days never get as crazy as ours can be."
Detective Jim Ellison leaned against the back of the elevator eyeing the people around him as they entered or exited at each floor. Beside him his partner Blair Sandburg…well, jiggled…in place. "Why are we here again Chief?"
The head of curly hair turned to him revealing the amused blue of his Guide's gaze. "Um, let's see…it could have something to do with the death glares you've been giving your reports. Or it could be because of Simon shoving his computer monitor off his desk last week. But personally I think it's because Rhonda threatened to quit if we didn't get the problem fixed soon."
"Yeah Chief, I know Ben hopes Agent Dunne can fix the computers, but why are WE here? Why didn't he just mail that damn disk? Why do we have to walk it all the way over here."
"Jim, you can hardly call taking a plane and a taxi walking. Besides there's information about our system that he'll need to know, and we were going to be in Denver anyway. It's the nearest major airport to the conference in Colorado Springs. You're just edgy because you're out of your territory."
Jim didn't correct his misconception. He wasn't edgy because HE was out of his territory, but because SANDBURG was out of his territory.
"Yeah, I know Darwin. And keep it down will ya? It's just that every time we're off on our own things get weird. I don't want us getting caught up in one of their cases. Simon'll never let us out of the office again if we get injured on this trip."
"Will you relax big guy?" Blair asked as the doors opened on the eleventh floor and they stepped out. "They're a federal agency. I think they can handle their own cases with out help from us. Anyway we're in the Federal Building, and we're only going to be here long enough to drop off the disk and explain the situation to Agent Dunne. What could possibly happen in that amount of time?"
Huh first chapter finished… I hope the rest of this story goes as well, maybe then I can get back to my other stuff. R&R I seem to write faster if I have feedback.