As it turned out, there wasn't anything on the computer in Bethany's apartment. Though Bluebird thoroughly searched every nook, cranny, and hiding place, she didn't find another letter.

Things finally started to get interesting in the first data room. The only grate from the air ducts had its very own security camera, so she had to decode the number lock on the door. She opened the door barely enough to squeeze in, and quietly shut it behind her, pressing herself against it. In front of her were gigantic black boxes as tall as her in three separate rows, holding thousands of gigabytes of information. It would take thousands of USB drives to take it all, but Near had only requested the data on their security network.

Above her was a heat sensitive camera, but it's one design flaw was that it couldn't sense anything directly below it. From her backpack she produced a sheet of tin foil and popped a piece of gum into her mouth.

Turning around, she hoisted herself up, right foot balanced on the door handle. Her left foot hung out in empty space, and her right hand had a desperate grip on the doorframe.

Working with just her left hand, she shaped the piece of tin foil into a cone, sticking her gum inside. Then, very slowly, she lifted the tin foil in front of the camera, until it was covered by the cone. The gum stuck to the camera and kept it there.

She jumped down, lightly shaking out her right hand, and again turned around and studied the room. She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head, thinking. The lights had automatically switched on when she came into the room, so it had a motion sensor somewhere. No alarm had gone off when she came in, so she came to the conclusion that they were hiding something else.

She ran her fingers along the wall beside the door, and after a moment abruptly stopped. She had found a miniature screw painted the same white as the room. She found an additional three and pulled them out; beneath the now loose panel was a light switch, the type you would find in an ordinary home. She flipped it, and plunged the room into pitch-black darkness. When she turned around, she could no longer see the gigantic black data boxes, but the room was also faintly lit by light white lines.

"Lasers," She muttered. "That are such a light color, you can't see them with the lights on."

However, they had probably relied more on disguising the lasers than being thorough when installing them, because they were only at ankle, waist, and head level. So all she had to do was duck between the ankle and waist lasers (she wasn't tall enough to reach the head height laser, anyway). She located the box that contained part of the security data, and sent it to Near, which turned out to be a slow process. She had been sitting there for fifteen minutes, and it was only 90% finished sending all of the data to Near.

Then Matsuda's voice shattered the near-silence. "Someone's coming."

Bluebird breathed in deeply, letting out one choice swear word. "Stall him, Matsuda."

"How?"

"Trip him or something."

In front of Matsuda was a tall, no nonsense man, dressed in a suit despite the hour. He glared at him as he approached. It took a considerable amount of effort on Matsuda's part, but he smiled. "Morning!" In response, the man just glared again. "Careful, the floor's wet."

The man ignored him, pushing past him. The moment the man's polished shoes hit the wet spot on the floor, Matsuda pushed the mop handle against the heel of the man's left leg. The water and gravity did the rest, sending the man sprawling onto the floor. The man stood angrily, swearing and threatening to have him fired. He punched out the numbers abusively on the keypad, and then entered.

Bluebird hastily covered the screen of her blackberry phone, the only light source in the room. She could almost see the hulking figure pause, confused, before reaching over to the panel. Before he switched the lights back on, however, a slight 'ping' echoed from her phone, indicating that it was done loading. The man paused for the slightest moment, but it gave her enough time to gather the phone and cord. She weaved through the lasers to the end of the room, and hid behind the end of her row. The lights switched on, causing the lasers to again become invisible.

"I know you are in here." Boomed the giant figure's voice, coming from her left. She very carefully edged to the right, cursing herself for not remembering where the lasers were. After a pause, the man spoke again, slowly but deliberately. "Deactivate rows one and two, code seven house passport three four six."

Then she could hear the man walk forward, pausing for a second every other step. She pieced it together, and she smirked. The lasers were voice activated, and he had deactivated the ones at ankle and waist level, but left the head level lasers. That's why he was ducking at every other step, since he was tall. Too bad for him that I'm short.

She crept silently down the row of boxes, pressing herself against them, moving when he moved. Eventually she reached the end of the row, and sprinted to the door, again shutting the lights off before fleeing the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Matsuda was still outside of the room, and quickly she opened a different cabinet on the janitor's cart, producing a bulky backpack she handed to Matsuda. "Leave the cart, meet me on the roof." Matsuda sprinted off, but Bluebird headed the other direction, away from the elevators.

Moments later, the same voice of the hulking man came over the intercom. "There's an intruder! We are putting the building on lockdown!"

"How are we supposed to get out?" Matsuda spluttered; he was in the elevator, heading towards the roof.

"Use the parachute." Muttered Bluebird over the earpiece.

"What para-" he glanced down at the backpack, as if just noticing it for the first time. He also noticed the pull cord attached to it. "Oh."

Yay for getting a chapter done in one sitting! Yay we're in double digit chapters now! :D

Thanks to Kiwipichu890, x-Beyond-B, chabitso.0, and theheartstourniquet for more awesome reviews! I love you so. (But not in a creepy pedo way.)

chabitso.0, I love Leverage so much, a lot of my inspiration for scenes like this one came from that show, and part of Bluebird's character is based off of Parker.

Theheartstourniquet, Bluebird doesn't quite realize that she likes Near, but when she does she'll probably be like "aw, crap." XD