Info on parts before.

2 weeks later
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Doug sharpened his pencil slowly, watching Hanson talk to the pretty girl in the middle of the classroom. They'd been trying to infiltrate the group of kids they suspected of selling the arms, and this girl was the leader's girlfriend. Penhall rolled his eyes as Hanson really laid it on thick. The teen was blushing and smiling flirtatiously, and Penhall had to suppress a laugh. Hanson may have been the hunk in the halls, but he still fumbled over his words in front of real women.
Hanson saw Doug smirk out of the corner of his eye and set his lips in a thin line. It's not like he's doing any work, he thought. The girl he had been talking to a moment ago was nice enough, but she was shallow and vacuous. Shame, he thought to himself. She was definitely a looker.
"What'd ya get?" Doug whispered from behind him as everyone took his or her seats.
"Not much," Hanson answered, pulling out a binder that still had some history notes in it from the last case. "She's just the trophy girl. Don't think she'd understand much of anything anyway if he did confide in her."
Doug chuckled at Hanson's disdain for the teen. There was almost disappointment in his voice.
Penhall took out his own piece of paper and started scribbling notes on it. He listed everything they knew about the arms dealer so far, as well as the kids distributing. They were all upper middle class, and the pattern was starting to look very familiar. Then it hit him. A name one of the teens had mentioned struck him. He nudged Tom on the shoulder, and then pointed toward the door. This just couldn't wait.
Once escaping the teacher's look of disapproval as they headed to the "Nurse's Office," Doug pulled Tom into an empty adjacent corridor.
"What Doug? I was really starting to get into the French Revolution," Tom joked with a smirk.
"I just remembered something very interesting. Think back to our last case. What was the supposed leader's name?"
"I don't know, I think maybe Rock, or Rocks, some funky name like that. Why? We're supposed to not even talk about that case, especially in a public place like this." Tom frowned and started back to class when Doug grabbed him sharply and turned him around. Now they were both scowling.
"Listen to me, damn it. Now, what is the leader's name here?" Doug gave Hanson a moment as he calmed down. Tom had just started walking away, and Penhall was shaken by that lack of faith, miniscule as it may be. They were partners. Partners don't walk away from each other.
Hanson looked away for a moment as he racked his brain. "Score?" he finally answered.
"Exactly," Penhall said, jumping from foot to foot. "Now think about it. Say rocks backward, and don't think about the spelling."
Tom said it over and over in his mind until something clicked. His eyes grew two sizes bigger, and he gasped at the inclination.
"Ohmigod, Doug, you know what this means?" Doug nodded fiercely until they both heard the resounding of a gun hammer being cocked.