Ethan rolled his eyes and cast a look over his shoulder at Conner as they continued to walk into the Cyberspace. "I'd like to see if you could do better," he hissed. His eyes bounced back around the room, pausing briefly on the computers, before moving again.
"I could and would," Conner agreed, and an arrogant smirk painted his face. "For starters," he nodded his head to the walkie talkies that he and Ethan shared. "I'd ditch these things." He demonstrated by turning his off and the surrounding buzzing dimmed. "Second," he continued, "Lose the hat and sunglasses. Duh, indoors? Don't need them. Besides, the first thing girls' notices are guys with no style."
"Explains you then," Ethan muttered. Conner pretended not to hear him.
"And third, dude. All black?! Doctor O. pulls it off well, but you? No. Stick to blue. Besides, another one of those 'obvious' things. Black is when you are outside, trying to sneak in darkness. Not in broad daylight in here."
"Fine. Any other words of advice?" Ethan asked. He picked up the binoculars he wore around his neck and peered around the room. Conner snickered behind him, but he didn't pay attention. Where was Cassidy?
"Yeah."
"Well, what?" Ethan snapped when Conner didn't reply.
"Uh."
Someone coughed and Ethan turned slowly around.
Cassidy stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at him. Devin stood a few steps behind her, looking confused.
"Make sure your 'victim' is actually present."