–In the 21st century–

Brick was unsure of how to move forward from this. His vision was almost all clear, it was just a bit fuzzy around the edges. He heard a distinctive humming in his ears, as if there was a machine in his brain. Which, considering the context of the situation, was true.

"Brick? You ok, buddy?" Dakota asked, kneeling down by him, one hand on his shoulder and the other held out to him. If Brick had been in his right of mind, he would have been thrilled at the aspect of Dakota touching him, but considering the entire room seemed to be tilting dangerously to the right, he couldn't give it much thought.

"Should I, like, call an ambulance or something?" Melissa asked from her place behind Dakota.

"You haven't already?" Dakota asked.

"No."

"Then why has your phone been out this whole time and why is it pointed at… Melissa, what have you been doing this whole time?"

Melissa averted her gaze and slowly and awkwardly stuffed her phone in her pocket. "Nothing…"

Dakota narrowed his eyes at the young girl in suspicion "… If I find out you recorded what just happened, you're gonna be in a lotta trouble." The tracksuit wearing man turned back to the top-agent who was still gripping his head. There was still a faint pain in Brick's head. Almost like a migraine.

"Don't worry, Brick. Help is on the way." Brick glanced around trying to figure out who was speaking to him, until he remembered the voice was coming from inside his head.

"Brick, you ok, buddy?"

"Stand up slowly and repeat after me: Yeah, I'm fine."

Seeing no other option, Brick did as the TICC instructed. "Yeah, I'm fine…" Brick wobbled a bit as he stood, Dakota and Melissa's hands reached out to steady him, but he waved them away.

"I just had a migraine, is all."

"I just had a… migraine. That's all." Brick smiled weakly, praying that neither of the two in front of him picked up on his lie.

Thankfully, neither Melissa or Dakota seemed to notice. Instead, Melissa's brows furrowed as she turned to Dakota. "Are migraines contagious?"

"No…"

"Because I was just thinking that it's a little weird that he," Melissa gave Brick an odd look, a combination of a suspicious glare and a concerned frown, "had a very vocal freak-out to a migraine when Lotte just had one not even ten minutes—"

"There you are, Brick!" Chip announced loudly, entering the store.

"Chip?" Brick questioned.

"The help I sent for." The TICC explained. "Just relax and do as Chip and I instruct. If you do, you'll walk out with minimal damage to your social reputation and your standing with Vinnie Dakota."

Chip slung a comforting arm around Brick's shoulders. "I think I found what we came here for, so stop procrastinating and let's go, man."

Dakota blinked at the newcomer. "Do… Do I know you from somewhere? Because you seem really familiar."

Chip sent Dakota a friendly smile. "Well, we might have crossed-paths once or twice, considering our… line of work."

As Dakota narrowed his eyes curiously at the man, Melissa raised a brow. "You work with Mr. Dakota?"

Chip looked down at Melissa, giving her an overly friendly smile. "You bet I do, little girl!"

"Little girl?"

Chip nodded towards Brick, who seemed a little lost himself. "I work with this loveable rogue too."

"Really?" Dakota asked, skeptical. "Because I swear I've seen ya hanging out with someone else."

"Wouldn't surprise me…" Brick mumbled under his breath.

"Wait, loveable rogue?" Melissa questioned.

Chip's smile at Melissa grew wider, bordering on creepy. The curly-haired man fished into his back pocket for a moment before pulling out a wrinkled dollar bill. "Cute kid ya got there, Dakota. Here you go, sweetie," Chip handed the dollar to Melissa, who stared at it confusion and slight offense, "why don't you go buy yourself a candy-bar, alright? As for the two of us, Brick and I have business to attend." Chip steered Brick towards the exit, waving good-bye over his shoulder. "Let's do this again sometime, alright?"

As the two men left the store, Dakota and Melissa exchanged confused glances. "Well, that was strange."

"I know!" Melissa glared down at the dollar in her hand. "In what decade did candy bars cost less than a dollar?"

–With Brick and Chip–

The two agents had come to stop by a pretzel stand on the first floor of the mall. Far enough away from Vinnie Dakota and Melissa as to not draw to much suspicion on his current state, but still in the mall for… whatever it was his TICC and Chip wanted to do to him.

Brick gazed at his reflection in a nearby store window. The top-agent couldn't help but check himself over, trying to find any imperfection, anything out of the ordinary.

"You seem anxious, Brick" The man rolled his eyes at the obvious statement as he studied his face in the mirror. "You know, the type of behavior your exhibiting might be indicative of narcissism."

Chip laughed, as if hearing Brick's TICC, which made Brick feel offended and confused. The top-agent turned to Chip. "Can you hear it?" The curly-haired man nodded. "How? It's in my head!"

"I have synced Chip Wolowitz's TICC implant with yours for optimal improvement possibilities."

Noticing that Brick didn't look any less calm, Chip spoke up. "Don't worry, pal. I can't hear any of your thoughts, and you can't hear mine. We can only hear the TICC."

"Your TICC, or my TICC?"

"Well, if you want to be technical, they're one in the same."

"All TICC's up to Model 3-BC have the capability to connect and interface with each other to provide better service to our hosts." Brick blinked, glancing at his reflection in the store window again.

"Does the TICC sound… familiar to you?" Brick asked Chip.

"I've had this thing in my head since New Year's, pal. You'll have to be more specific."

"I mean… It's just I swear, the voices sound so familiar, like I've heard them somewhere else before." In the reflection, Brick saw Chip suddenly tense up, appearing to be nervous.

"It might be my default mode, Brick." The TICC explained. "I am programmed to automatically assimilate vocal patterns of the technologies Siri and Alexa for the hosts comfort." Brick stared at his reflection in mild confusion. For a moment, all he could hear was the humming in his ears.

"No… I don't think that's it." A sudden pain in his head made Brick wince. "Ow! Why the hell does that keep happening?"

"It's just the TICC's way of telling you to shut the hell up so it can do its job." Chip snarked, pulling Brick away from the store window and to a more secluded spot behind a large, potted plant. "And what is its job exactly?' Brick asked

"I am programmed to help the host, Brick Dalton, improve himself enough to be able to date Vinnie Dakota." Brick's eyes widened in surprise. Forgetting himself for a moment, Brick raised a brow.

"You can really help me get with Dakota?"

"After a few modifications, I can make Vinnie Dakota do whatever you want him to. It will take some work, though."

Chip looked at him in surprise. "Really? Dakota? Huh, I honestly was not expecting that."

Brick glanced at the ground, sheepishly. "Neither was I."

"Shall I begin assessments, so I can fully understand what needs to be modified?" The TICC asked Brick, who shrugged. "Sure? Go ahead."

The humming in his ears grew louder, almost deafening, and Chip started to circle Brick, stroking his chin, and humming thoughtfully. "Assessment complete. Beginning modification process." Just then, music started to play in Brick's ear.

"Wait, why are you playing… Oh no."

"~Take your hands out of your pockets. Arch your back, puff out your chest~" The TICC sang as Chip readjusted Bricks posture from behind. "Add some swagger to your gait or you'll look like a masturbator. Fix your posture, then the rest~"

Brick glared slightly. "I am not a masturbator—"

"That explains a lot." Chip laughed before giving Brick a critical eye. "~All your bitchines is ugly~"

Offended, Brick spun around to face Chip. "Bitch?! Where do you come off of? Calling me a—"

"~All your questions are chore~" The TICC informed him.

Confused and, honestly, already annoyed with the back-and-forth, Brick sighed. "What do you mean by that exactly?"

"~Your tics and fidgets are persistent~"

"~And your charm is almost non-existent~"

"We'll fix your vibe, then fix some more!" Chip and the TICC chorused.

Uncertainty settled in Brick's stomach, but before he could open his mouth, the TICC stopped him. "Buh."

"What—"

"Buh!

"But—"

"Aah!"

"I—"

"No."

"Just—"

"Stop." Chip slapped his hand over Brick's mouth, the top-agent wasn't sure if it was his own doing or his TICC was telling him to do it. "~Oh, everything about you is so terrible!~" Brick's mouth hung open slightly and he glanced down at himself, suddenly feeling self-conscious as Chip continued. "~Whoa, everything about you makes me wanna die!~"

"Great Googly-Moogly, what did I just get myself into?"

"~So, don't freak out—and don't resist! And have no doubt, that when I assist~"

"~You w-i-i-l-l-l, be more chill~" Chip smirked confidentially, and Brick felt himself relax, apart from the tingling sensation in his head. Brick shrugged slightly, chill. Yeah, that sounded nice. Brick felt so relaxed that he unconsciously started to slouch, and that's when he felt a shock travel through his body.

"Ow! Did you just shock me?!"

"You were slouching. Now, first thing's first, you need a new look." Brick glanced down at himself.

"What's wrong with how I look?" Brick asked, only to have Chip shush him as he began to lead the man towards a clothing store. "~It's better if you just comply~"

"~My job is to color your aesthetic, and make you seem more sympathetic. So, just step and fetch, and don't ask me why~"

Chip guided Brick into a men's clothing store. The top-agent's eyes immediately trained on the suits on the back wall out of habit, but a minor shock from his TICC made him glance away. The top-agent glanced around until his eyes landed on a rack of designer sports jackets. "Over there." Brick suddenly felt his legs moving towards the rack of jackets of their own will.

Noticing his new companion's sudden panic, Chip was quick to reassure. "Don't worry! The TICC knows what it's doing!"

Brick, still not in control of his limbs, gave Chip a withering look. "Yeah, but would a heads-up have killed me or the TICC?" Brick felts his hands shoot into the rack and pull out a navy-blue sports jacket. His arms relaxed slightly and, as an experiment to see if he once again had control of his limbs, Brick checked the label inside. "Gaston Le Mode? You want me to wear Gaston Le Mode?"

"You're very astute, Brick." Chip commented dryly.

"Yes. It almost makes me wonder why you need me in the first place."

"I can do without the peanut gallery, y'know?" Brick received a small shock for that comment, though he didn't really regret saying it. "Do people in this century wear him anymore?"

"Irrelevant. My quantum structure and database analysis programming allow me to envision possible future outcomes. I envision and calculated for a future where you wear this jacket and have a more statistically favorable outcome."

Brick raised a brow at the jacket in his hand, feeling unsure. He felt a humming in his ear along with a slight pinch, and judging by Chip's expression, he felt it too. The curly-haired man nodded, giving Brick and the jacket a once more.

"Yeah, I think I know just what to get. Let's move, Brick." Chip grabbed his shoulders and pushed him towards the opposite end of the store.

"Are you sure your 'calculations' are correct?" Brick asked.

"Brick, I'm a highly advanced supercomputer; my calculations are always correct." The TICC told him matter-of-factly. That's when the music picked back up again, much to Brick's chagrin.

"~Oh, everything about you is so terrible~"

As Chip sang, Brick felt a stinging sensation in his brain and when he glanced up again, he felt as though there were a million eyes on him, which, as a secret agent, made him very uneasy. He glanced around and saw almost everyone at the store glaring at him in a judgmental way. However, his vision seemed a little hazy at the moment, so Brick wasn't sure if it was real or not.

"Everything about you sucks, everything about you sucks" the people in the store seemed to sing, thinly veiled disgust entering their tone. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Brick tried to avoid their glares, but Chip forced him to keep looking forward.

"~Whoa, everything about you makes me wanna die!~" Chip sang.

"Everything about you sucks! Everything about you sucks!"

From behind him, Chip smirked darkly. He knew what the TICC was doing, as his had done something similar when he first got it. It was all a part of the plan. "~All the People in the Mall think you're such a prick~"

"You're a prick! Terrible! Just the worst!"

Brick glanced down at the ground as he and Chip came to a stop by shirts, feeling not so great about himself as the TICC sang, "~And boy, can I see why!~" The humming in his ears returned to normal as he glanced at the rack of shirts. "Now, try picking a shirt."

Brick glanced at the rack of shirts, feeling a little out of his elements. Folding the jacket into the crook of his arm, the top-agent shuffled through the shirts until his eyes landed on one that looked moderately appealing. "This one. I guess…"

Chip facepalmed, giving Brick a sour look. "That's a blouse. As in a woman's shirt."

"Would you like me to pick one out for you?" The TICC asked in a condescending tone.

Brick furrowed his brow. "Ok, I think I can handle one of you being condescending to me, but not both!"

"Brick? Is that you?"

Oh, shit on a shingle, why now? Brick internally winced. Plastering on the best fake-smile he could muster he turned around to face what was possibly the worst possible thing to happen to him at the moment. "Hey, Jonah. What're you doing here?"

Jonah Olwyn; Time-Travelers 2nd Class. The man—dressed as if he came from a 1950's biker joint—was often put in charge of the music scene. Making sure that the events leading up to and following certain historical music events did happen. The reason we have Woodstock? Jonah Olwyn planted the idea in Michael Lang's head. The reason Elvis was drafted? Jonah Olwyn accidentally typed the wrong name in. The reason the musical about that guy on the ten-dollar bill was such a big hit? Jonah Olwyn left a biography on the man lying around where a songwriter would just so happen to find it.

If some big incident occurred around a musical scene, Jonah Olwyn was probably responsible for it. The problem was, Jonah was-for lack of a better word-difficult to be around. Quick to pass judgement—whether good or bad (mostly bad) on anything and everything—temperamental, and Jonah had a reputation for being petty. Brick knew for a fact that Savannah hated this man's guts, though he wasn't sure why—he thinks it might've been over some tiff they had when Savannah started at the Bureau—and he would prefer to keep it that way. Now, he didn't have anything against Jonah, but it was better to stay out of needless drama than stir the pot.

"There was a power outage in 2176, the whole city-block is down. Mr. Block gave us all temporary time off while the electric companies try and figure out what caused the problem." Jonah shrugged and leaned against a nearby rack of pants. "From what I've gathered, though, it's possible the power outage was caused by the virus at the Bureau."

Brick rolled his eyes. "Of course it was…"

"So, my partner and I decided to be rebels and come back and get some of our favorite soda before it gets discontinued." Cece smiled inquisitively at him. "What about you?"

"I was on a mission before—" Brick felt a sudden pain in his head, stopping that sentence cold.

"You and Chip were getting lunch."

Brick blinked in confusion. "Chip and I were getting lunch…?"

"Oh, I didn't know you and Chip were partners," Jonah noted.

Chip smirked confidentially at the 2nd class agent, "I bet there's a lot you don't know…"

"There you are, Jonah!" a male voice called out as Brick internally cursed his luck. What, was the entire Bureau spending their time-off in the 21st century?!

"I didn't go far, Aiden. But, hey, look who I found," Jonah nodded towards Brick and Chip, the former's fake smile growing more strained. However, he felt his cheek muscles relaxing, allowing a more natural looking smile.

"Relax. I'm here if you need help," the TICC told him as two men approached the small group.

Aiden Rosetti-Jonah's partner, a fellow time-traveler, and probably the only person in the entire Bureau of Time Travel that Jonah actually liked. The two were always together and were often seen to be quite chummy. Aiden—who was dressed like he came from a 1950's Sock-Hop—seemed to be one of the few people who could actually make Jonah smile.

Jonah smiled at his partner before raising his brow at Brick, "So, what're you doing here?"

"I, uh… I was shopping!"

Jonah sent Brick a dubious look. "Really? You shop here?"

"O-of course I—" Brick started but was cut off by a sudden stinging sensation in his head.

"You've never shopped here before."

"I've never shopped here before!" Brick corrected himself. The TICC relaxed his arm muscles so the jacket he was holding fell out of his arm, and Chip moved to stand by Brick, discreetly covering the move and hiding the evidence behind his back.

"Good. Now, greet the Beta." If Brick could control any of his facial movements right now, he'd be frowning in confusion. Beta? He glanced around and quickly made a mental list. Chip was out (for multiple obvious reasons), as was Jonah (who seemed to be sizing him up). Brick glanced at Aiden, who glanced out from his curtain of pink hair, looking a little out of place, as if he was unsure of how he fit into this whole conversation. A slight buzzing sensation in the back of his head told Brick that he was the Beta.

"Hey, Aiden," Brick smiled at the man in question.

"You look sexy."

Panic shot through Brick. 'I am not saying that! I can't say it…'

"Relax." Brick felt his muscles relax of their own accord, and amidst his panic began to wonder just how much control over his body the TICC had. "Don't smile. Stare intensely; speak as if you're not afraid of your own death."

Following its instructions, Brick turned to Aiden and said, "You look pretty sexy, Aiden."

Blushing, the man smiled. "Thanks."

Jonah glared at Brick and then at the article of clothing he still held in his hand. "Is that a blouse?"

"No!"

"Yes."

"I mean, yes!"

"Repeat after me." The TICC told him. "~I saw it in the window…~"

"~I saw it in the window…~"

"~And I couldn't dismiss~"

"~And I couldn't dismiss~" Brick wasn't sure what he was more surprised of at this point; the fact that everyone seemed to be buying what the TICC said, or that he was singing.

"~I was dating a girl…~"

"~I was dating a girl…~"

"~And she had a shirt just like this~"

"~And she had a shirt just like this~"

"~It's still painful!~"

"~It's still painful…~"

Chip sent Brick a discreet thumb up, impressed by how well Brick was taking to the TICC. Aiden raised a brow, smiling slightly. "So, who was this mystery girl?"

Brick exhaled slowly. "Who was she? Ah, well, the thing is she—"

"~Savannah~"

"~Savannah?~" Brick found himself singing without really wanting to.

"What?!" Aiden asked, shocked.

Jonah frowned and grumbled "I knew I should've placed that bet." Brick made a mental note to look into that later. The top-agent felt himself nodding along as the words "True story," spilled from his lips without him even realizing it.

"So, wait, what happened?" Aiden asked.

"Yeah, did she break up with you or something?"

Knowing that once Savannah caught whiff of this (because Jonah was bound to spread this news like wildfire) she would kill him, Brick decided to give her one saving grace. "Yeah—"

"No."

Suddenly nervous about what the TICC was planning and uncertain of what was about to happen, Brick cut himself off. "I mean, uh…"

"~I broke up with her~"

"~I broke up with her!~"

"~Because she was cheating on me!~"

"~Because she was cheating on me?~"Apparently, some of Brick's confusion accidentally leaked into his voice as he sang, as Chip stepped on Brick's foot before whispering to the man, "Hey, Titus Andronicus, be more chill, will ya?"

Jonah turned to his partner, a smug look on his face. "I told you she was a slut Aiden…"

Aiden nodded in agreement, "I didn't want to believe it, but I guess when you're right, you're right." A light went on behind his eyes. "Do you think the rumor about her sleeping her way too top-agent is true?"

Jonah rolled his eyes. "That's as given as the fact that I just got cheated in a betting pool."

Aiden sent him a look. "Can you really be cheated if you never participated?"

"Touché." Jonah smirked at his friend. Brick, meanwhile stared on in confusion before turning to Chip, jerking a thumb in Jonah and Aiden's general direction.

"What's that all about?"

"The office betting pool? What; you didn't know about it by now?" Chip asked.

"Not that! I mean… that." Brick gestured to the two 2nd class-agents, who were quietly chatting to themselves.

"Shared dislike or bad opinions of a person are the quickest way to form social bonds. And my databases have concluded that it is imperative that you form a social bond with these two specifically." The TICC explained.

Aiden approached and lightly tapped Brick on the shoulder. "So, Jonah said you two were getting lunch?"

"Uh, yeah…" Brick nodded slowly, trying to keep up with the web of lies he was currently spinning.

"But we haven't had a chance to yet." Chip informed the other time-traveler. "Would you and your partner care to join us?"

Aiden smiled brightly. "Sounds great!" As the man turned to rejoin his partner with the invitation to lunch, Brick couldn't help but feel a little guilty for throwing Savannah under the bus.

–Meanwhile, with the Time-Traveling Trio and Milo, Melissa, and Zack–

Cavendish, Milo, and Zack all winced at the video, second-hand shame coursing through them all. Dakota and Melissa nodded along, understanding completely. Lotte was still recovering from her migraine, but she was able to do without the noise cancelling headphones, so she no doubt heard the video.

When the video was over, Cavendish handed the phone back to Melissa, mildly concerned. "So, Brick just started… well, doing that in the middle of the store?"

Dakota nodded. "Yeah! There was no warnin' at all. It was really weird…"

"Almost as weird as that guy who came in and dragged him away calling me a little girl and giving me a dollar to buy a candy bar." Melissa held up said dollar, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"Wait, just a dollar?" Lotte asked quietly from her spot on the mattress.

"Yep, just a dollar." Milo told her.

There was a brief pause before Lotte asked, "He does know this is the early 21st century and that average candy bars cost 2.6% more due to inflation rates in the current economy, right?"

Dakota gave the green-haired woman an odd look, even if she couldn't really see it. "Do you have the entire encyclopedia printed on ya eyelids or somethin'? Because there's no way ya could have known that otherwise." Cavendish nudged his partner and gave him a stern look; Dakota shrugged but dropped the subject. Cavendish turned to Melissa, "Why were you filming this anyway?"

Melissa shrugged, tucking her phone into her coat pocket, the dim blue light shining underneath the fabric indicated that it was still on. "I don't know… I sort of went into autopilot I guess. It felt right…"

Zack crossed his arms. "I think you did the right thing, Melissa. Karma's finally paying him back for what he did to the two of us."

"What'd you mean?" Milo asked.

"Didn't Melissa and I tell you? While you were with Cavendish and Dakota, that guy and some lady in a dress chased us through the sewers."

Lotte lifted her head slightly, no one could see what facial expression she was making due to the towel over her face, but there was a certain 'What kind of bullshit is this?' tone in her voice that gave everyone a good idea. "Why would they do that?"

Zack shrugged. "Beats us. They said that they were with the Certified Public Accountant's and tried to steal Milo's backpack."

Dakota snorted while Cavendish rolled his eyes. "Really? The old CPA bit?"

"No one's used that since 2169!" Dakota shook his head, still chuckling. "At least we're creative with our cover-ups, not to mention they work most of the time."

"And then they chased us through the sewers!" Melissa added on.

Lotte and her 'I don't get paid enough for this shit' tone shone through the next phrase. "Sweet lord, for being 'the best agents' they're not that good at social skills, are they?"

"No kiddin'," Dakota shrugged, "lately, whenever Brick comes near me, he starts stuttering and gets kinda sweaty lookin'." The tracksuit wearing man shook his head, oblivious to the kids wide-eyed looks of realization. "Guy needs to read a book on social interaction or something."

Cavendish shrugged, "I suppose that, while he might be good at his job, he isn't perfect at everything."

Lotte shifted to sit up more properly and, slowly lifting the towel so most of her face would still be covered, she shot the kids an 'Are you guys hearing what I'm hearing?' look. The kids responded with a 'Yes, we heard, and this might jeopardize the plan(s) we came up with so let's change the subject, like, yesterday' look.

Zack chuckled awkwardly. "Well, it looks like he got what he deserved in the end. Guess you did the right thing, huh Melissa?"

Melissa laughed a little too loudly, "Sure did!"

Cavendish crossed his arms and gave Melissa a warning look, "Be that as it may, I hope you didn't upload that video to the internet."

"Of course not!" Melissa assured the mustached man. "I would never upload something without someone's permission." At that moment, Melissa's phone went Ping and Milo and Zack's phones began to buzz. The three children checked their phones and their eyes went wide, something that neither Dakota or Cavendish missed.

"What's wrong?" Dakota asked.

The three friends exchanged quick, panicked glances before furiously typing away at their phones. While Milo and Zack continued on for another few minutes, Melissa quickly held her phone behind her back, smiling sheepishly. "I also wouldn't upload it on purpose…"

"What did you just do?" Cavendish asked. When she didn't give him an answer, he turned to Milo and Zack, who looked as equally sheepish. "Well…" Zack scratched the back of his neck nervously. "She may or may not have accidentally uploaded the video online and sent it to… all of our friends."

Lotte snorted, cracking a tiny smile. "That's hilarious!"

"No, it's not!" Cavendish admonished. "Milo let me see your," Cavendish paused to reconsider that idea, "Zack, let me see your phone."

The young boy handed the phone over, allowing Cavendish to see that yes, Melissa had uploaded the video, but she had already deleted it. However, that didn't mean it was gone. Instead, a friend had reuploaded the video and it had gotten over one hundred likes and reblogs. Quite a few comments as well.

Dakota and Cavendish both levied disappointed glares at Melissa, who frowned apologetically. "I'm sorry! I guess I accidentally hit upload when I put it in my pocket…"

Dakota sighed. "I guess ya didn't plan this, so we can't really blame ya…"

"We deleted the links she sent to us. Does that help?" Milo asked.

"Considerin' that video already has over two hundred likes at this point, it's a hollow victory." Dakota said, checking the screen over Cavendish's shoulders.

"Would it be wrong of me to say that I'm really proud of Melissa right now?" Lotte smirked and gave a small shrug. "Ah, what the hell? Melissa, I am so proud of you right now!"

Cavendish sent his former-mentor a scathing look. "Lotte, don't encourage this! Do you have any idea how livid Mr. Block will be when he—"

"Blockhead, schmockhead!" Lotte waved her hand, obviously not concerned. "I've seen how Brick acts, walking around like he's some Sean Connery-wannabe when really, he's more like Nicholas Cage just trying to make a good movie and failing, again."

Melissa and Zack snorted before clutching their sides, falling into a fit of giggles. Cavendish and Dakota were a bit more restrained in their reactions to the joke, merely smiling in amusement. Milo only shook his head fondly at his friend, not really finding humor in a joke about a man he's never really met.

Out of the corner of his eye, Milo caught sight of the TV store right next to the mattress store. On the many TV screens, a news bulletin came on. Curious, Milo stepped away from the group to get a closer look. Once the general announcement of the news bulletin passed, the words 'CEO of GUSH Co., Verliezer bails man out of jail; cited as charity'. The young boy's eyes widened. "Hey, Melissa, Zack! Come check this out!" The boy turned back to the TV he was watching, only to have the screen go dark. Instead of worrying, however, Milo simply turned to another large screen on the display wall.

Melissa and Zack joined their friends' side, with Cavendish and Dakota hovering behind them, more preoccupied with helping Lotte adjust the dark towel over her head to block out as much light as possible. "What's up, Milo?" Zack asked.

"Look at this," Milo pointed to the TV screen, only to have that one short circuit. The three kids merely turned their attention to yet another TV screen. Melissa and Zack's eyes widened at what they saw. Meanwhile on the screen, the news story was playing out, with a brunette news anchor appearing on screen.

"Good afternoon, I'm Bridgette Oshinomi. We have just received word that owner of GUSH Corporation's, Valentine Verliezer has just bailed a man out of jail. Sources will not disclose who this man is, but we can confirm that this 'jailbird' has no familial connections, something that the Verliezer-family PR has made clear. We go now, to Gordon Gutsofanemu, at GUSH Corporation Head Quarters in downtown Danville. Gordon?"

The scene switched to a man with reddish-brown hair in a suit inside of a corporate building. The man paused before smiling. "Thank you, Bridgette. Yes, the man that Valentine Verliezer chose to bail out of jail has no familial connections, but, I actually was able to find the top-gun himself." The camera zoomed out to reveal one Valentine Verliezer standing next to Gordon. The kids were stunned. Valentine bared an uncanny resemblance to Victor Verliezer, only with a bit greyer hair at the temples and neon green eyes. "Now, Mr. Verliezer,"

"Call me Valentine." Said man instructed Gordon.

"Alright, now, Valentine, what prompted this sudden decision?"

Valentine paused a bit, his neon green eyes flashing, before smiling coolly. "If I'm going to be honest, it was my little brother, Victor who brought about this sudden change."

"What?!" The three kids exclaimed, drawing the time-traveler's attentions to them and the news story.

"Your brother, you say?"

"Yes, Gordon, my brother, Victor. After he went out of business, I started to get nervous that he had tainted the proud Verliezer name with his horrible words to the public. So, I hired a… let's call it a consultant and they instructed that an act of charity might be a good-way to start. I thought, what better act of charity than bailing an innocent man out of prison?"

"Oh, so this man is innocent?" Gordon questioned, trying to probe more information out of the CEO. "Was he wrongly convicted of a crime?"

Valentine laughed good-naturedly, "Come on, Gordon, you're not playing fair. You know I can't tell you any of that…"

Gordon, though seemingly disappointed at not finding out who Verliezer had decided to be "charitable" towards, shrugged it off. "Well, since I've got you here, I have to ask; why take Red Gush off the market? It was definitely your company's most popular drink, so why make such a call?"

Valentine had the guts to look sorrowful. "The thing is, the company has been experiencing some financial difficulties as of late. And, while it pained me to do so, I was advised that the best course of action would be to remove Red Gush from production entirely."

"Well, now I'm a little lost. How does taking the most popular item off production lines help solve financial problems?"

"You see, my new consultant specializes in data crunching and calculating long-term effects. They crunched some numbers and read some data and said that, long-term, this is the best course of action."

Just then, the entire wall of TV's either short circuited, shut-off for no reason, or just fell backwards and shattered. It didn't matter, the kids had seen enough. The trio of kids turned their backs on the TV wall, pouting. Dakota rolled his eyes fondly. "Ok, why are you guys so pouty?"

"Because we just found out a Verliezer is responsible for taking our favorite brand of soda off the market!" Zack exclaimed, gesturing to the wall of no-longer-functional TV.

"You kids know the Verliezer's?" Lotte asked as Cavendish pulled out his Inter-temporal Communicator.

"Kind of." Milo told them. "We know Victor Verliezer."

"How do you three know Victor Verliezer?" Lotte asked.

The kids shifted from one foot to another, chorusing out a sheepish "Weelllllllll…" in response.

"Aha! Here we go," Cavendish cheered, scrolling down, he began to read, "Victor Verliezer was the CEO of V-Tech until a group of children live-streamed him… saying horrible things about… the public… causing the company to… you three were the children that recorded Victor Verliezer saying all those horrible things about the public and ran the company out of business, weren't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You bet!"

"Guilty as charged,"

Dakota chuckled. "Dare I ask why?"

"He was trying to take the robot C.I.D.D. away from his zero, zero just to make a quick buck." Melissa explained. The time-travelers blinked before Cavendish and Dakota shrugged. "We've heard weirder stories from you kids…"

Lotte smirked. "Again, I'd like to say, I am so proud of you kids!"

Zack smiled and glanced back at the broken TVs. "Well, I guess we know why Red Gush was taken off the market…"

Cavendish furrowed his brow. "Hmm, that's odd, I keep trying to find information on Valentine Verliezer's confidant, but I can't find anything."

"Why do ya wanna find out about that?" Dakota asked.

"Well, to see how well the idea worked, obviously."

"We already know how well the idea worked," Lotte stated, "There's no Red Gush in the future, so obviously, Valentine's idea was a good one."

"I think I'm with Cavendish on this one," Melissa said, "that guy seems to be putting a lot of trust into some random stranger who's good at crunching numbers and observing data."

"And another thing, who's that good at crunching numbers and observing data?" Zack added.

"Y'mean besides, Lotte?" Dakota teased, earning him a kick in the shins from Lotte.

The green-haired woman frowned. "So, I have a mathematical brain, what's the big deal?"

"All I'm sayin' is a lot of the stuff you know is pretty random." Dakota raised his hands in defense. "It's kinda weird. But a cool weird, if ya know what I mean."

"For the sake of me not getting another migraine, I'm just gonna say yes."

"I can live with that."

Just then, the window covering the TV wall came loose, dropping to the ground and shattering behind the group. Milo frowned slightly. "Maybe we should get going, before anything else happens."

"Normally I'd point out the statistics of an event such as this happening again are 18%. But considering it's a bit trickier to factor in Murphy's Law related calculations, I'll just agree and let you kids lead the way." As the group made their way towards the elevator, Dakota leaned over and whispered to Cavendish and Melissa "Human computer…" In a teasing, sing-song voice.

–Meanwhile, with Brick and Chip–

Brick glanced down at the soda in his hand. The group had gone to Taco Teepee for lunch, chatting and gossiping among themselves. All the while, Brick's TICC had coached him on what to say, how to act, and everything in between.

It was… unsettling.

Oh sure, Brick was no stranger to putting on a façade. Being top-agent, he was expected to be able to switch between identities to get the job done. Only, back then, Brick was doing it to save the world. Why was he doing it now? To impress a few coworkers that he barely knew.

Wasn't the point of him getting a TICC was so he could get back to being the best? To finally get off of Pistachio Duty? Didn't Brick get the TICC to finally get Dakota?

"… Don't you think so Brick?' Aiden asked. The top-agent blinked in confusion.

"Um, well—"

"Say you found the movie thought provoking, but relatively dry." The TICC instructed.

"—the movie was thought provoking, but, honestly, it was bit dry." Brick repeated with a relaxed confidence he didn't think he could project at the moment.

Jonah blinked, taking a bite of his burrito. "Really?" The man asked around a mouthful of food. "How so?"

Before panic could set in, the TICC instructed "Say: The love between the Canadian Diplomat and opera singer seemed rather forced, but the questions of free will were rather compelling."

"Uh, well, that love story between the singer and Canadian guy seemed a bit cliché but the questions it proposed on free will were pretty interesting."

"Right, because that's exactly what I told you to say." For whatever reason, Brick pictured the TICC rolling its eyes, even if it was just a computer.

"So, you didn't like it?" Aiden asked.

"No."

Brick shrugged, taking a sip of his soda. "It was okay. But, definitely not in my top ten."

Beside him, Chip sent Brick a look that clearly said, 'The urge to smack you is getting harder to resist'. Thankfully, Aiden shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, everyone's got their opinions on movies. But, at least we can all agree that early 21st century superhero movies kick ass." The group responded with positive affirmation as Aiden stood. "I think I'm gonna get one more soda refill before we leave."

Jonah shook his cup, the ice rattling in his cup. "I think I'll get one myself. I always put to much ice and not enough soda in the drink." As the two stood to leave, Brick raised a brow and turned to Chip. "Wait, what movie were they talking about? I zoned out."

"The Accommodation Organization." Chip replied flatly. "Good thing the TICC's are programmed to be autotuned into every conversation you have."

"Wait… I actually like that movie. Why'd I say so many bad things about it?"

"To help build a social standing among new peers. Which brings me to this," A sharp, stabbing pain made its way up Brick's spine. The man wanted to cry out in pain, but the TICC had forced his mouth shut, "next time: repeat exactly what I say. I have calculated every possible thing you say affecting the bigger plan. Event the slightest change in script could result in catastrophic results."

Slowly recovering from the pain that he had just endured, Brick blinked groggily. "W-what?"

"Listen to your TICC or bad shit will happen. Capiche?" Chip simplified for him.

Before Brick could respond, he noticed Aiden heading back to the table. The TICC noticed this as well and spoke up. "Aiden is going to offer you a ride. It is imperative that you accept."

The pink haired man rejoined the table, full cup of soda in hand, before turning to Brick. The top-agent noticed that his new acquaintance seemed to be blushing slightly. "So, uh, Brick… Jonah and I were going to head back to the future and I was wondering, do you wanna ride back?"

"Yes."

"Yes… Oh! Wait, I'm supposed to be working right now."

Aiden glanced down, slightly saddened. "Oh…"

"Brick, if this arrangement is going to work, you need to do as I instruct." The TICC told its host.

"You sure about that, Brick?" Aiden asked, glancing up at the top-agent again, this time looking hopeful. Jonah joined the group at this moment, the other 2nd class-agent glancing between his partner and Brick. "Because I'd be more than willing to give you a ride."

"What's up?"

Chip smiled slightly and gestured to Aiden. "You're buddy here just offered Brick a ride back to the future."

Jonah hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing slightly at Brick, before he turned to Chip and raised a brow at the curly-haired man. "Don't you wanna ride too?"

Chip shrugged. "Nah, I've still got some stuff to do around here."

Brick shook his head, ignoring the humming in his ears. "I don't want to be a bother…"

"Nonsense!" Aiden assured, smiling coyly at Brick. "It'll be our pleasure…"

Hearing the tone in Aiden's voice, and the seeing blush creeping on the man's face, Brick finally understood what was happening and what his TICC meant by "social bond". And Brick was not ok with it.

"Well, we do want to stop at a grocery store and pick up a case of Red Gush before we go back," Jonah butted in, giving Brick a sour look, "but, yeah, we'll give you a ride."

"Accept the offer Brick." His TICC told him. "Say: Yes."

Brick felt the word bubble up in his throat, but he swallowed it and shook his head vehemently. "I can't! I mean, I couldn't… I still have my job to do." Feeling the TICC buzzing in his brain and seeing Aiden's disappointed look (and Jonah and Chip's glares), Brick felt a little guilty. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn't lead Aiden on like this, it was wrong!

Brick felt his mouth curve into an apologetic smile of its own accord and suddenly, the words "Next time, ok? I promise," come tumbling out of their own accord.

Jonah rolls his eyes, indifferent. "Whatever. C'mon Aiden, let's bounce." The two men turn to leave, but Aiden hangs back, flashing Brick a sympathetic smile.

"I was cheated on too. Don't worry, there's someone out there for you…"

"Aiden! Let's go!" Jonah called from a few feet away. Aiden waved a friendly (if not a bit shy and flirtatious) wave towards Brick and Chip, before hurrying off to catch up with his partner. Once they were out of earshot, Chip stood up so suddenly he knocked the chair over. The curly-haired man grabbed Brick roughly by the collar of his shirt and dragging him to a nearby men's room.

Once inside, Chip threw Brick against the wall, startling the man, who blinked in confusion. "Ok… I think my first response is: Ow! What the hell?!"

"How stupid are you?' Chip asked flatly, checking the stalls to see if there was anyone else in there with them. Finding no one, the man gave Brick a scathing look. "No, really, I'm asking honestly."

Brick picked himself up, rolling his eyes, "Thank you for the vote of confidence. Care to explain why you just tossed me into the wall?"

"I instructed him to do so." The TICC explained as Chip pulled an 'Out of Order' sign from his jacket and placed it on the front of the bathroom door, ensuring that the two men wouldn't be interrupted. Brick merely stared at the mirror in shock. As if sensing the oncoming question, the TICC continued. "I had to teach you a lesson, Brick."

"What lesson was that? That Chip can lift a hundred-seventy-pound man like he's a piece of bread?"

Chip gave him a patronizing look. "Really, one-hundred-seventy-pounds? You really wanna start that web of lies?"

"Besides, I have to get back to work. Savannah's probably wondering where I am—"

"Savannah has left the mall, Brick."

Brick paused at that news. "She… she left?!"

"I told you accepting that offer was imperative."

"Wait, when did she leave? And more importantly, how do you know she left?"

"All TICC's have the ability to sync with security cameras." Chip explained. "Yours must have seen footage of your partner walking out on you. And frankly, I can't blame her…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Brick, take a look at yourself in the mirror." Confused, Brick took a step closer towards the mirror, Chip hovering behind him, a bored look on his face. "Tell me what you see."

Brick observed himself in the mirror, shrugging before giving a small smile. "I don't know. I guess I see a strong, confident man willing to take his chances on—"

"Let me stop you right there. Not because I find this boring, which I do, but because you're wrong."

"… W-what?"

"Brick: If you were strong, you wouldn't need me. If you were confident, you wouldn't need me. Brick… you're a mess of a man. You're narcissistic, you're temperamental, you're overconfident, you're cocky, you're unlikeable, and you lack the necessary social skills to form actual relationships with those around you."

"Not to mention you dress like some Sean Connery-wannabe all the time, you don't seem to care about those around you, and, frankly, you're kind of a kiss-ass." Chip added.

Brick glanced at his own reflection, self-esteem sinking quicker than the Titanic. "That isn't… You guys don't know what you're talking about."

"Brick, I am quite literally inside your mind. Between the two of us, who has the better, how should I phrase this 'Inside scoop'?"

Brick shook his head, not wanting to believe his TICC, but Chip nodded his head and placed his hands on either side of Brick's face, forcing the top-agent to stare at his own reflection which, for once, was something he didn't want to do. "Brick, pal, let's face facts. You got a TICC because you need some serious help in the self-improvement department."

"And I am more than willing to help you with that Brick, but for this to work, you can't just listen to me. You have to obey me."

"Obey…?" Brick quietly mumbled.

"Yes. Now, repeat after me." The TICC instructed. "~Woah, everything about you is so terrible~"

Brick hesitated before quietly repeating, "Everything about me is just… terrible."

"Good." Brick noticed Chip smirking at his reflection. "~Woah, everything about you makes me wanna die~"

"… Everything about me makes me want to die…" Brick mumbled slightly in defeat.

"Now you got it." The TICC told him. Though he didn't want to believe it, it was getting harder and harder to ignore. He was a screw-up, a failure. He was pathetic, miserable, and unworthy of anything. Hell, he couldn't even talk to Vinnie Dakota without freezing up! What good was he anymore?

As if sensing his new companion's self-doubt, stepped forward, hands clasped tightly onto Brick's shoulders. "~But, Brick, soon you'll see that if you listen to the TICC, listen to the TICC…~" Chip pressed his fingers against both of Brick's temples and the top-agent felt a shock travel from there to the rest of his brain. Brick closed his eyes, fighting against tears of pain. He felt a sensation travel through his body and, blinking his eyes open, Brick found he was no longer in the bathroom. Instead, he was in the entrance foyer of B.O.T.T., surrounded by numerous agents. Some he recognized, some he didn't. Yet they were all looking upon him adoringly.

"Everything about you is going to be wonderful!"

"~We love everything about you!~" The crowd sang. Brick thought for the briefest of moments that this was real, but common sense told him it wasn't. Brick even noticed that their was hazy field around the edge of his vision.

"~Everything about you is going to be so alive!"

"~We could never live without you!~"

Brick knew the crowd wasn't real, it was so obvious they weren't it was almost laughable. Yet, just because they weren't real now, didn't mean they couldn't be real in the future… right?

"~You won't feel left out or unsure~" Chip assured Brick, draping an arm around the top-agents shoulder, revealing in the same fantasy Brick was.

"~You won't be ugly anymore~" The TICC assured, and Brick was inclined to believe it.

"Because, everything about you is going to be cool" Brick took a look at the scene his TICC had created for him. "~And powerful!~" Brick nodded, he liked the sound of that. "Popular! Incredible" The top-agent was almost bursting to the brim with excitement. "You w-i-i-l-l-l"

"~Be more chill~" Brick finished. Chip smirked, nodding along. "~Be more chill…~"

Slowly, hazy vision of the Bureau faded, along with the chorus of singing agents. Chip gestured for Brick to lead the way. With a newly found confidence in his new TICC, Brick left the bathroom, ready to do what ever he had to do to get back on top.

–Meanwhile, with Cavendish, Dakota, and Lotte–

After helping the kids get there purchases onto a bus headed for the high school the time-traveling trio bid them a good day and decided to head to their time vehicle to go home. Of course, they hit a little snag when Lotte stepped outside, only to wince and quickly shuffle back into the mall.

Apparently, after a migraine, Lotte's prescription sunglasses weren't going to cut it. Dakota had hung onto the towel Milo gave her just for that reason. The tracksuit wearing man had draped it over his green-haired companion's head and, after noticing it slip slightly, had removed his hat, and pulled it overtop Lotte's head, effectively holding the towel in place.

While Lotte was impressed with Dakota's ingenuity, Cavendish was torn between laughing and facepalming at how absurd Lotte looked. He settled for rolling his eyes and mumbling "Morons," under his breath.

Of course, since Lotte's new "outfit" prevented her from seeing, the two men had to guide her towards their beat-up lemon. Not that they minded, of course.

"Are we there yet?" Lotte asked. "It feels like we've been walking for hours."

"We left the mall two minutes ago." Dakota pointed out.

"Do you want Dakota and I to take you to your apartment when we get back?" Cavendish asked. "It might be easier for you that way."

"No!" Lotte said quickly, causing Cavendish and Dakota to give her odd looks. As if sensing her companion's looks, Lotte chuckled nervously. "I mean… No! You don't have to go out of your way just for me."

Exchanging a quick look with Dakota, Cavendish continued, "It wouldn't be out of our way at all."

"Yeah, we just wanna make sure ya get home safe is all." Dakota added.

"I dunno guys, my apartment is really… um…" Lotte trailed off, as if searching for the proper word.

"Messy?" Dakota offered.

"Yes! That's it! It's incredibly messy."

"Ok… How about we drop you off at your front door?" Cavendish suggested.

"I don't know why you guys are fussing over me. I can make it to my own home just fine."

Cavendish and Dakota halted and raised their brow at Lotte. "You realize you're wearing a towel over your head right now, right?"

"And we kinda have to guide you to our car?"

"Ok! Ok, you have a point." Lotte gestured for the two men to continue on. Rolling their eyes, Cavendish, and Dakota each grabbed one of Lotte's arms and led on. "How about you guys drop me off at the front door of my building? I can manage to get back to my apartment form there." While the two men were reluctant to leave Lotte alone in her current condition, they both agreed to her compromise, seeing as how it was the best they were going to get.

As the three approached the parking lot, Dakota heard a familiar voice saying, "Pick up, you asshole," over and over again. Turning, he was a bit surprised to find Savannah, looking incredibly pissed, by the time limo, phone pressed to her ear.

"Savannah?" Dakota called out. "What're you doing?"

Savannah turned to the time-traveling trio, her eyes widened slightly before she raised a brow and gestured to Lotte. "What is that?"

"This is Lotte, she's our temporary partner." Cavendish explained as the trio approached the top-agent.

"Nice to meet you!" Lotte said, sticking her hand out to Savannah. However, since she couldn't really see where Savannah was, she was off a few degrees. Dakota noticed this and nudged his companion's arm until it was facing Savannah. "Thanks, buddy."

"No problem."

Savannah tentatively shook the proffered hand. "Ok, but what is she wearing and why?"

"A dark towel and my hat, it's too block out the sunlight." Dakota explained.

"I have bad migraines." Lotte further elaborated with a chipper tone.

A bit disturbed by Cavendish and Dakota's new partner, Savannah slowly nodded. "Riiight…."

As the top agent went back to checking her phone, Cavendish glanced at the limo. "It's a bit chilly out, wouldn't you rather do… whatever it is your doing inside?"

"It's locked, and I don't have the key." Savannah explained

"Ok, so who has the key? Brick?"

"Yep."

"So, where's Brick?"

"Good fucking question." Savannah rolled her eyes and, with an angry huff, leaned against the time limo. "We split up to cover more ground and when I tried to contact him, he wouldn't pick up. Next thing I know, it's two hours later and he utterly ditched me!" Cavendish and Dakota exchanged surprised glances. Sure, Brick could be a bit conceited from time to time, but he never seemed like the one to ditch his partner on a mission.

"We saw Brick an hour ago or so." Lotte said. "Well, Dakota saw him."

"Really?" Savannah raised an eye brow at the man in question. "What was he doing?"

"I think the best way to describe it would be a minor migraine... At least that's what Brick said it was." Dakota replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"Huh?"

Dakota shrugged helplessly. "I dunno! He just started screaming and asking a lot of questions… It ended just as quickly as it started, and some guy came in and practically dragged him off."

"What guy?"

"Um, Chip, I think?"

"Wait, did this Chip have curly hair?" Lotte asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I think that might've been my ex-partner. The one I knocked out, I mean."

"Wait, that was you?" Savannah asked. "Damn, that's impressive."

"Indeed, it was." Cavendish nodded. "Dakota, didn't you say this Chip-fellow and Brick were working a mission together?"

"Bullshit," Savannah frowned.

"Well, according to Chip, they were working together." Dakota frowned. "I guess he's been doing other missions with this Chip guy for a while."

Savannah's frown deepened into a scowl as she roughly shoved her phone into her pocket. "When I find him, I'm going to kill him."

Lotte giggled. "Want my help? I could break his nose, too, if you'd like?"

"I think you've had enough excitement for one day." Cavendish stated dryly.

Dakota turned to Savannah, who leaned up against a now unusable time machine. "So… Do ya have any other way of gettin' to 2176?"

Savannah sighed. "No, Dakota. I obviously don't."

Cavendish and Dakota exchanged glances. Nodding between Savannah and themselves a few times before sympathetic smiles found their ways onto their faces. "Do you… want to ride back with us?"

A bit surprised, the top-agent turned to the lower-level agents and asked "What?"

"Look, we know it's not really as glamorous as ridin' in a limo, but it's better than being stuck here for longer than necessary, right?"

Noticing that Savanah still seemed uncertain, Cavendish added, "The sooner you get back to the future the sooner you can get revenge on Brick for ditching you."

Savannah paused for a moment, and then sighed heavily before pulling herself up. "Ah, what the hell? What've I got to lose?"

"That's the reluctant spirit!" Lotte cheered. "C'mon, our time vehicle is this way, I'm pretty sure." As Lotte dragged Savannah away from the time-limo, Cavendish and Dakota hung back.

"Is it me, or does it seem that Brick ditchin' Savannah seem weirdly outta character?"

"This whole day has been weird." Cavendish deadpanned. "Should we try and talk Savannah out of homicide before we go back?"

Dakota shrugged. "I don't think she'll really do it… but it probably wouldn't hurt." The tracksuit wearing man paused for a moment before continuing. "I think she's just feeling a little down that she got ditched; which is understandable!"

Cavendish nodded. "I guess some people don't know what their partner is really like."

"Well, in her defense, I don't really know you either." Noticing Cavendish's slightly offended expression, Dakota elaborated. "I mean, yeah, I know you like old-timey music, your favorite color is green, and that you joined the Bureau to save the world and all, but that's really about it."

A muted thump accompanied by Lotte's pained cry of "Ow! My shins," alerted Dakota to a pressing matter. "Oh right, Lotte can't see where she's goin'." And the man rushed over to help his friend, leaving Cavendish alone to ponder his partners words.

The mustached man hummed thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose we don't really know that much about each other…" Now that he thought about it, all Cavendish really knew about Dakota was that he liked to eat, he liked music from the 1960's and 1970's, and he joined up to prevent the Mississippi Purchase—whatever that was.

As an idea came to his head, Cavendish smiled slightly. 'Just because we don't know much about each other now, doesn't mean we can't still find out, right?' Already formulating a plan in his head, Cavendish rushed off to catch up to his companions.

Here's my Valentines Day Gift to all of you. For the record, Jonah is voiced by Daveed Diggs and Aiden is voiced by Anthony Ramos. Also huge shout-out to wiz-witch on Tumblr for proof-reading the major musical number for this chapter, thank you friend!

Oh, and to guest reviewer, Perla: I'm glad that you like the chapter/story and I hope how Brick handled the whole situation at the beginning was satisfactory. Thanks for reviewing!