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A/N: Wahoo! A new chapter... not that anyone is reading this story anymore... tears.

"Whadda ya mean, 'was she telling the truth'? It is Lauren we're talking about." Sark said, backing up, his hands raised.

"Were you working with her?" Catherine asked.

"No! I wouldn't work with her!" Sark exclaimed.

"Okay then. Let's get out of here before someone thinks that we tore up the place..." Catherine said, heading to the elevator.

Sark stared at her in disbelief. "But you did tear the place up. You and Lauren" He said.

"Whilst I am well aware of that, maybe we'll get lucky and they won't find out and make me pay for it." Catherine replied.

"You were just doing your job." Sark mused, as he was grabbed and shoved into the elevator.

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"You have GOT to be bullshitting me! She's my sister?! Who are you trying to kid?" Amanda Meson asked.

Dominic Nervesky stared at her over the memo he was reading. "No one; I'm telling you the truth." He replied.

"She can't be my sister. My sister's name was Vera." Amanda scoffed.

"And your name is really Amanda?" Nervesky asked.

Amanda blushed. "But it can't be true... She would've told me!"

"Are you so sure?" Nervesky asked.

Amanda had no reply to that.

(A/N: Confused? Go back a few chapters... towards the beginning)

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Vaughn sighed. He was sick of "roughing it" in terms of technology. Right now, he was sweating in the near-powerless (except for one generator for the lights) Joint Task Force rotunda.

"You'd think that the Central Intelligence Agency would be better prepared than they are!" Vaughn exclaimed, exasperated.

"You'd also think that tap water was blue, but does it LOOK blue?! Oh no! It has no definite color!" Weiss replied.

"How is that even related?" Vaughn asked, loosing his tie.

"Oh, I thought we were complaining about pointless things..." Weiss muttered, using a memo to fan himself.

"You are such a sarcastic pig." Vaughn said.

"And you're an idiotic jerk." Weiss replied.

"Ladies, please, stop this pettiness. If we're going to save the world and whatnot, we need to work together." Jack told them. He was probably the only agent still fully dressed.

"You're insane, man. How do you not sweat?!" Weiss asked in disbelief.

"I got my sweat glands removed at an early age." Jack replied without missing a beat.

"Jinkies!" Marshall exclaimed.

"What is it?" Vaughn asked, sitting up, suddenly refreshed.

"It's a Trojan Whore!" Marshall replied.

"What?!" Weiss asked, getting up and going over to Marshall's desk.

"I mean horse, a Trojan Horse. But it was given to us by a whore." Marshall replied.

"Oh! So a Trojan Horse is like an STD for computers!" Vaughn exclaimed.

"Yes; and this computer would like to compare its STD's to yours, Vaughn." Weiss said.

"Oh whatever! So, tell me more about this whore..." Vaughn said.

"Well, by the make and model, I'd say it was Russian." Marshall muttered.

"Rushin'? Why would a whore rush?" Vaughn asked.

"Especially if they're paid by the hour" Weiss remarked, rolling his eyes.

"Exactly!" Vaughn agreed.

Jack sighed. "Are you dense by nature?" He asked Vaughn.

"What?" Was the younger agent's reply.

"Never mind!" Jack said, walking out of Marshall's office.

"Anyway, back to this whore business..." Vaughn remarked, turning to the laptop Marshall was working on.

"The nationality of the virus was Russian. I'd say fairly new." Marshall told them.

"What about the whore though?!" Vaughn asked.

"I think that's a euphemism for Catherine." Weiss replied.

"Dang straight." Marshall agreed.

"Well, never mind then!" Vaughn muttered, leaving.

"That idiot!" Marshall and Weiss said at the same time after Vaughn was gone.