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Half a block away from Samantha Daily's house, Sydney and Vaughn jumped out of the roofing repair truck. Weiss shut the door; all three of them turned on their com links and checked to see if they worked. "Dixon, can you hear me?" Sydney checked.
"Loud and clear Syd." Dixon answered.
"How about me?" Vaughn asked.
"Crystal clear." Dixon said.
"Someone remind me again why we're treating this with such high technology? I mean, I'm sitting in this fricken van watching your every move. All you are doing is talking to the girl." Weiss begged. "You guys do realize that the truck two houses down is doing the same thing?"
"I'm talking to the girl." Sydney answered.
"And I get to try to secretly arrest her parents."
"I get to make sure everything is ok. But can't do a thing about it if everything goes wrong." Dixon responded.
"And I get to sit in this van eating everyone's lunch." Weiss said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"Just to warn you, I ordered extra pickles on my sandwich." Sydney warned.
Weiss looked over at Sydney's sandwich. "Why is it that you are the only one that got yummy turkey, but ordered pickles! I hate pickles."
"Because you hate pickles."
"Ok guys. It looks like Samantha is in her bedroom. Mr. Daily is in the living room, on your right. And Mrs. Daily is, hold on, she's not showing up on any of our scanners." Weiss said.
"Switch to infrared." Dixon advised.
"Mrs. Daily is in the kitchen. Couldn't see her. The kitchen is kinda behind a thick stone fireplace."
"Shouldn't we refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Derevko?" Dixon asked.
"That would require me recognizing them as my aunt and uncle. I'd rather stick with the Daily for as long as possible."
"Gotcha Syd." Weiss said understanding. "Hey listen, Mike, man, if they give you something to eat or something, I am so snagging your sandwich."
"Go ahead and take half. I'm not hungry anyway."
"Thanks. Don't know why I always buy a small sandwich. I could eat a large sandwich right now."
"You knew that you would save money by getting the small sandwich, and then taking ours while we were working."
"Oh yeah. That's right."
Vaughn and Sydney paused momentarily before knocking at the door. They looked at each other as an extra boost of confidence before the door opened. "Stop looking at her like you're about to jump her Vaughn. You guys are on a mission." Weiss joked.
"I can hear you." Sydney hissed.
"You want to jump him too, admit it."
Sydney didn't have time to retaliate, for right as Weiss stopped talking, the door swung open. Mr. Daily stood there, looking directly at Sydney. He spoke very quietly to her, ignoring Vaughn's presence completely. "I was wondering when my sister would send you over here." He said. Sydney froze. The enemy had recognized her.
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