A/N An idea inspired by "Growing Pains". After all, Kitty stopped the camera, but she didn't really RUIN the film...now someone else has their hands on it and anything can happen.

"Sir, I think you should see this."

Bishop turned to see Stockman approach him with a long roll of black, twisted film strip. He raised one eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Fine. I saw it. Now…"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Stockman interrupted, walking over to the control panel. "You haven't actually seen it yet. We picked this up from a local girl, whose father works on a rather…interesting project called the "Sentinel Program"."

He hit upload and turned around to grin at his superior. Bishop sighed. "We both know that Trask is an idiot. You said so yourself. Waste of funds. Paranoid xenophobic."
"He's not the only one I've called that, if you recall."

Bishop growled. Stockman hit play, unfazed. "It seems that I was wrong on both counts."

As the video unfolded, Bishop sat up. "Suddenly, I am interested, Stockman."

"I knew you would be." Stockman chuckled. "This is news footage, unedited. A little scratchy, but the date is still clear." He paused. "Before you ask, I ran a check on all newscasts for that date. I came up with this." A second screen flickered to life. The woman on the screen adjusted herself for a moment before giving her report. Behind her was the trashed soccer field from the first tape.

"This is the site where the mascot came unhinged halfway through the soccer game of the season. The devastation was intense, as you can see, however the most unusual part of this story is the lack of eyewitnesses. The on-site crew claims that electrical damage cut their feed right before the accident, although weather reports claim that…Oh, there's the principal! Principal Kelly!" An older brunette man turned in surprise as the camera approached. His windblown suit and disheveled hair seemed out of place. His hands came up defensively as the microphone was shoved into his face. "Mr. Kelly, can you tell us what happened tonight?"

The man's eyes narrowed in anger as the camera backed up to get a better shot. "You bet I…" The principal stopped talking. His eyes flickered to the side, where a bald man was being gently carried off screen. One of the teens looked up, his eyes hidden by red shades.

Bishop smiled. I like that kid's style.

Kelly's eyes narrowed and his head sagged in defeat. "I'm sorry. I'll have to withdraw any commentary at this time."

Bishop cut the feed. He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrow. "Rewind to Mr. Kelly's hesitation. Stockman nodded. After watching the feed Bishop watched the second, damaged tape again. A slight smirk appeared on his face. "This may be worth something after all." He stood. "Where did you say this footage was taken?"

"I didn't." Stockman said calmly.

Bishop turned to glare at him.

Stockman stuttered to correct himself. "But I do know where it was…I did some research…" He swallowed hard, his fingers flying to the keyboard. A map flickered to life. "Here. Bayville High School."

"A high school." Bishop repeated dryly. "Perfect." He added, the screen frozen once again on Senator Kelly's face.

A/N I have no idea where to go next. If the plot bunnies are not fed, the plots are not hatched. Please review if you want this story to survive.