A/n I am soooo sorry for delaying this so much. I just haven't been feeling it lately. But I shall still forge on. Thank you for still sticking with this.

Helena walked off to the side and hurriedly placed a call.

"Hello, Claudia. Are you busy?...great, can you come down to the museum?...yes, the one on main street...No, I'll fill you in when you get here... yes...yes...4th floor...ok, see you in a bit."

She hung up and turned to face the others, registering the confused look on all three faces.

"What?" she questioned.

"You called Claudia? She's like 15!" Pete exclaimed.

"Yes, 15 with the mind of a genius! Have you ever see this girl in action? She can out-hack anyone. We could really use her help here."

"Help in what way, Helena?" Myka asked a bit skeptically.

"Well, she can save us a trip to New York. Once the auction house has everything computerized, I'm hoping Claudia can gain remote access to their system and find the information we need."

"Aw maaaaan, I was really looking forward to hitting the Big Apple." Pete complained.

Myka punched him in the arm, "Think of how much time this will save us Pete."

"Righty-ho then," Helena drew their attention back to herself, "in the mean time let's do a little more research on this guy."

With that they set about combing through files and the internet for any information they could find on Edward Norton Lorenz.

Within 15 minutes the elevator ding announced Claudia's arrival. Helena quickly filled her in on the situation, with Myka there to answer Claudia's questions. At the end of their explanation, Claudia was dumbstruck.

"Whoa Mykes, your life has been mega whammied! Major shenanigans. And you've been dealing with this all alone! Damn. Time to get you back on track then." She whirled around and set up her laptop on Caturanga's desk, shifting around his clutter to make space for her gear.

The others continued their research while Claudia tried to hack into the Auction house's database. Before long, she was through their firewall and collecting the data she needed.

"Bingo! Got it, you guys!"

Everyone huddled around Claudia's laptop to get a look at the screen.

"It says here that the Complete Original Works of Edward Norton Lorenz was taken home by one 'John Smith'." Claudia filled them in.

"John Smith?" Myka asked.

"You know this guy, Mykes?" Pete questioned.

"John Smith is only like one of the most common name in America! There's pages upon pages of John Smith's in the telephone directory. We're never gonna find this guy!" Myka responded desperately.

"Have no fear, my fair lady," Claudia continued, "a little more faith in my capabilities please. A little further digging led me to Mr. Smith's contact information which further led me to an address. You may thank me now."

Myka hugged the girl tightly. She didn't know what she would do without the teen genius.

"Brilliant work Claudia. Where do we find this John Smith?"

"Well it's all the way in South Dakota, so I was thinking maybe we should try calling the guy first and see if he would loan it to us or probably allow the museum to purchase it?"

"Good idea," Caturanga spoke up, "perhaps I should do the calling? That way the gentleman won't think it's some kids on a prank call?"

"That would be perfect. Thank you again. All of you." Myka was so grateful to finally be able to share this burden and get the help she needed.

Caturanga moved to the vintage rotary dial phone on his desk and dialed the numbers Claudia had scribbled on a scrap of paper for him.

"Hello. A pleasant good evening to you. I'm trying to reach Mr. John Smith?"

The gruff voice on the other end of the line barked that there was nobody there by that name and hung up rudely.

Caturanga stared at the receiver in shock before returning it to its cradle.

"How rude!" he exclaimed.

"What did he say?"

"He said it was the wrong number and slammed the phone down!"

"That's not possible," Claudia defended, "the Auction house requires legit information before a person can be eligible to bid. Proper address and contact information. And ofcourse credit score. This doesn't make sense... May I try calling him?"

"Be my guest." Caturanga slid the phone towards her.

Claudia smirked at the dinosaur of a telephone infront of her before starting to dial.

After three rings, the phone was answered with an impatient, "What?"

"Listen mister," Claudia began, "I know you are Mr. John Smith and I know that you recently won some very valuable artifacts at a New York Auction House."

"Who are you? How did you get this number?"

"I also know where to find you so I would suggest that you cooperate with me. I just need to borrow something you got at that auction house."

"I'm not lending you anything. Now go away. And please, you can never find me."

With that, he slammed down the phone.

Claudia turned around and looked at the expectant faces of her friends.

She shook her head.

"This? Is war."