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Chapter 11

Located the Source

BB's POV

When Raven and I got to the Commons room, Cy was still on the computer checking ever database he could find that may have the black-mail.

"Hey Cy!" I called, and jumped from the stairs to the floor to slide next to his side.

"Hey, what took you so long?" he said while still typing away on the computer, not noticing that Raven was behind him.

"Well…I ran into Raven, which by the way is here to help us." I say happily.

Cyborg swerves in his chair to face Raven surprised, "Really?"

"Yes and what you're looking for isn't here, but outside the tower." Raven says monotone, but a matter of factly.

Cyborg narrows his eyes at her in suspicion, then confused, and asked, "Why? And how do you know it's outside the tower?"

Raven crossed her arms, sighing again, probably because she has to explain it again, "Because you and Beastboy's black-mail is also with my black-mail, and is in the same place Robin told you. Except, I was given a hint to where it was, unlike you two bafoons."

It was said swiftly and fast, but not to fast. Cyborg was taken back, but started cracking up, and just right out started laughing. I chuckled nervously knowing what happened when I started laughing myself. I scooted away from him seeing Ravens angered expression, she seemed to tower over him tentacles showing, he finally noticed.

"Is there something you find funny Cyborg?" she said very coldly, that sent even shivers down my spine.

Cyborg shook his head slowly no, in fear for his life. She lowered herself back to the ground, "Now as I was saying, it's not here, but outside. So were wasting our time here. Cyborg?...Cyborg?!"

She turned around, because he hadn't answered, and finally answered now out of his stunned stupor, "Yeah, but where outside?"

"That's just it, I don't know." She's says before sitting down askew to me, hands folded in her lap.

I seemed to realize I hadn't spoken in a while, sitting laid back on the couch, I said, "Well, it has to be connected somehow to the TV. screen right?" I say, and wait to see what they think.

Cyborg had one arm crossed and pointed at nothing imparticular, and said, "Yeah, but I checked all the databases for outside networks connected through our database, and there were no videos of any such concerning our black-mail."

Raven seemed to process what Cyborg said, and said thoughtfully, "Okay suppose it's not connected through networks, but possibly a wireless connection protected through a connected network that is hidden in the networks connected to here?"

I looked at her confused trying to process what she and said stunned and bewildered, "Did you just talk Tec?"

She looked from the corner of her eyes to me, left eyebrow raised, "Yes, your point?"

…I sweat dropped…

I looked back to Cyborg who looked to take it into consideration, and then he said, "It seems possible, but what possible source could give him access…unless…"

He turned back to the computer, a break-through look on his face, and then a site of the TV station showed up on the screen, "That would be our best bet of where it would possibly be."

"See! I told you it was related to the tube!" I exclaimed, standing up on the couch, one foot on the table in front of it, taking in the glory that I was right.

Raven used her powers to pull me back down to sitting on the couch, I complained, "Hey! why did you do that for?"

"...Your butt was in face..."She said displeasured/monontone.

"...Oh..." I said a bit embarresed.

Cyborg still looking at the computer typing in whatever turned back to us and said, "Alright so Raven and I will go to the place and check it out, If we find it will let you know, come on Raven." He says before getting up, and heading out the door with Raven floating behind him.

"Wait! What am I to do?" I yell.

Cyborg waves his hand off, and yells back right when he's exiting, "Find those video tapes!" Then the door closes, and I'm left to find the tapes.

"…Hope Robins not in his room…" I muttered.

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