There were several things Wheatley could imagine to do right now, better then what he really was taking part in at the moment.
Such as sleeping, eating, even studying.
Anything other then standing guard outside his headmasters office, trying to prove a (come tot think of it) pretty screwed up idea.
Damn his loyalty to Chell.
Damn his own cowardice.
Damn the fact that he was fearing that the 'screwed up idea' of Chell could be not THAT screwed up after all.
So he just paced back and forth a bit, hoping that this would all turn out right.
Now this was an interesting turn of events.
So they had found out more than it intended them to, not really a bother.
So they were acting on it, not really a surprise.
It had read a lot about her, him and those others...
It was long prepared for whatever they may managed to cough up.
Meanwhile on a whole different part of school, Glados was having trouble coping.
Glados never had trouble with anything, so you might understand how distressing it was.
She kept her face in a perfect stoic expression of course, but inside she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
It will be alright, she tried to confirm to herself, she just had to get her thoughts in order...
So first, Principal Johnson was approximated by some strange looking people, but she was the only one to see it. Then students started to go missing, not that anyone noticed, at a slow rate.
After that CC went missing as well, finally getting the attention of at least some of the morons that went to her school.
And now this...
The truly sad part of it all was that Glados had no idea what it meant, she tried so hard but she didn't manage to put the pieces together.
It just didn't make sense.
Cave Johnson had some wicked interest.
That's the only conclusion Chell could come to, after all she had found lying around his office, which was a mess by the way.
Books, papers (some even official looking documents) and letters littered the ground, lying among garbage and food wrappers.
This could only be the work of a womanless man. How the principal managed to find anything inside here was a miracle on it's own, but people often say there's order amongst disorder.
Chell wasn't one of those people.
She started by carefully making her way to the office, dark wood and quit nice, standing in the middle back of the office.
No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't avoid stepping on some stuff, making for weird cracking noises coming from the apparently not so empty food packages.
Upon reaching the desk itself, Chell took a moment to look outside the large, wall high window behind the desk chair. It looked out on the field with the bleachers that connected all the different school buildings.
It was noon-break and it was a warm, sunny day, which resulted in small packs of students spread amongst the green grass carpet eating their lunches.
She shouldn't be distracted however, so Chell concentrated on the bureau, as messy as the room itself.
She seated herself on the comfortable black leather chair and began picking trough the stacks of papers, trying to find anything useful.
Most of them were on school funds, student applications and financial stuff.
Chell shifted trough them quiet rapidly, her eyes rushing over in a split second needed to know the subject of the documents.
Just when she considered she should look somewhere else she found something interesting.
"Transfer technology rapport" it read above, and under that line after line of complicated information Chell would need some more time to understand. She decided to take the document with her later, now she should search on.
Her eye was pulled towards Cave's computer standing on the desk.
She moved the mouse around a bit, making a screen pop up which asked her to enter a password.
After a few seconds of though, she typed: testing.
Access denied.
Maybe if she tried: combustible lemons.
Access denied again.
Sighing irritated, she considered what to try for her final attempt, otherwise the pc would lockdown and Cave would notice for sure somebody was snooping around his office.
She chewed her lip for a while, before typing Caroline into the box.
Chell felt nervous for the first time since the plan started.
Access granted, the screen rewarded her.
She led out a breath she was holding, maybe the rumor that the principal and his secretary had something more going on wasn't shuch a rumor after all.
She was just glad she remembered it from all Penny's gibberish.
The screen saver appeared, displaying the moon for some strange reason Chell didn't comprehend.
She shifted to the many documents, titles so weird she didn't even want to know what it was about.
'Core development', 'repulsion gel producement', 'AI completement' and so on.
'Police rapport'. Chell laughed.
Seemed it would still be worthwhile.
She double-clicked on it, hoping she still had enough time on her hands to finish this.
What if the fire alarm went of, yes, that could happen.
Or if somebody reported them missing during lunch.
With CC's disappearing fresh in their minds, it could happen... or what if...
Wheatley was just running disaster theories through his head, still pacing back and forth in the hallway.
There were a thousand things that could go wrong and knowing him, they would.
It was like the law of Murphy applied only to him.
"What can go wrong, will go wrong." He mumbled, surprised he remembered anything from his lessons at all.
It was if he attracted bad luck, on an unfunny level.
Though others often found it amusing...
Suddendly Wheatley heard footsteps coming from the end of the hall.
Frozen with fear, he forgot to knock on the headmasters door, the signal he and Chell had decided upon earlier, and just closed his eyes, covering his ears with his hands.
'This is it, I'm going to die. And for what? The disappearance of a guy I don't even like that much.
Chell is going to be SO mad at me, we'll get kicked out of school, or worse, they'll kill us because we know too much. I'm too young to die.'
"Moron, what are you doing?" a stoic voice spoke up.
At that moment, Wheatley was caught somewhere in between having a mini-heart attack and sighing out in relief.
So he did both, which gave a quiet unique sight for the newcomer.
Glados wasn't sure why the idiot was acting like he just saw a ghost, but she knew she would find out soon enough.
After he had regained his normal breathing, Wheatley finally had time to process what Glados had just called him.
A moron? Why did she always have to say that, he hated it.
"What are you doing here?" he managed to bring out, deciding to let the moron comment slip by for now.
"I think I asked you first..." she shot, crossing her arms.
"I... Well I..." Crap, what was he doing here. He hadn't thought of any excuse yet.
"I was looking for the toilet, isn't that somewhere around here?"
"... Right. I hope you DO know your not only stupid but a horrible liar as well. You've been going to this school for 3 years now, EVEN you're incomprehensible small mind just know where the facilities are by now. "
This comment only resulted in Wheatley bringing our a semi-strangled noise while stealing a glance towards the door. Where was Chell when you needed her.
"I guess the other one is inside there." Glados observed, raising a skeptic eyebrow.
"What. How did you? ... I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about...'
At that exact moment Chell came barging out of the office, looking rather excited, breaking Wheatley's already mediocre arguments completely.
As she spotted Glados, Chell shot her a none too friendly look. They had never seen quiet eye to eye.
"Right, I should ask what you think you were doing in Cave's office, but frankly I don't even want to know, I have more important things on my mind." Glados merely waved Chells hostile look aside.
Chell just grabbed Wheatley's wrist and dragged him off, speeding her pace.
Partly she wanted to share her newly gained knowledge, but she knew she also wanted to get away from Glados as soon as possible.
Something about that girl just rubbed her the wrong way.
It may be the friendly relationship she had with Mister Cave, it could be those unnaturally pale eyes, or it was just simply the fact that Glados walked and talked like she was superior to everyone else. Sure, she might be smart, hyper intelligent even, but she didn't need to act like she owned the damn place.
Chell had no time to worry about that right now however, it was of to the dorms.
Glados just stared as the duo retreaded. She still wanted to know what the two of them were hanging around here for, or more importantly, why Chell had been inside the headmasters office.
On the other hand, Chell wasn't stupid either, unlike her counterpart, and she was a stubborn person.
Maybe she knew something weird was going on as well.
Whatever, Glados had it almost completely figured out already, so Chell would just be too late.
Talking about that counterpart, Glados still didn't get why Chell always dragged him behind her like that. She was way to smart for him.
If it weren't for his parents having the funds, he would probably be filling racks in some store, if he even could remember where to put everything.
The only job he couldn't screw up was looking after comatose vegetable-like people.
Glados entered her headmasters office without seconde thought.
Maybe Chell's idea of scouting it wasn't so bad.
The office was a mess and Glados knew this wasn't because someone had just looked trough it.
She wondered if anyone could even work in this place, on the other hand, Cave Johnson had surprised her before.
Reaching the bureau, Glados noticed Chell had already logged it out, of course.
Not feeling the desire to start the tiring work of trying to get into the pc, Glados decided to just look trough the cabinets instead.
The first few she opened didn't contain anything useful.
More old food rappers, documents about all possible thing having to do with schools.
However, soon she found something that didn't seem to belong there at all.
The document was stashed away in the back of the lowest shelf, but in contrast to the other stuff, it seemed like it was put there on purpose.
The document was heavy, bound in black covers and had red strings binding it.
Glados took it, fiddling with the strings for a bit before finally getting the strings lose.
She opened the map, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was going to encounter inside it.
Her eyes grew large in shock at the same moment that somebody appeared in the doorway, casting an eerie shadow on her back.
"Ah, Glados, what luck, I was just looking for you." The person said, closing the door behind them.