"What have you been doing?"Mrs. Donohovan asked, while she was disinfecting her facial wounds."Working," she said. "Of course," mrs. Donohovan said. "You come back home all beaten up and you claim that you've been working. No wonder that Guy is becoming so violent."

She rolled her eyes. "Guy is violent because he's training to become a hitter. He's supposed to practice." "I don't mind him practicing, it's just that I wish he would stop practicing on the other children. Poor kids are terrified of them, as they should be." She looked at the woman startled. "He's bullying, again? That boy just doesn't learn! I shall have a talk with him."

Mrs. Donohovan mumbled something. "I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?" "It is not enough. You're not home often enough to raise them. You should give me a little bit liberty here and then I'll…" The girl shook her head. "Not going to happen."

"It's just that Guy is beating kids up. And Milly stole Jonathan's new bed as well! They need to feel the hand of a stern instructor, not have funny talks with a big sister." She refused to acknowledge the criticism. "Milly stole Jonathan's new bed as well? She's got to stop doing that, I don't have the money to keep buying new beds! I would tell her that now she has to share hers with him, but I'm afraid that is the whole reason she keeps stealing his beds. She's got a bit of a crush on him. He on her as well. I think they need to learn a more appropriate way of communicating their feelings though."

Mrs. Donohovan snorted. "Stealing beds and blowing each other up as tokens of love…. I think they need to learn a whole lot more than just an appropriate way of communicating their feelings. There is something wrong with these children!" Her companion smiled. "That's why I love them, Mrs. Donohovan. That's why I love them."

Tudetudututu etc. (Some more theme music)

She was doing press-ups in Joe Banks' office. Joes' boots were lying on her back, so that he could feel how much press-ups she did without looking at her. She grumbled to herself. It was humiliating and also quite painful to have the boots dig into her back. The amount of submission this situation spoke of made her sick into her stomach.

"41, 42,…" Joe counted for her. "Up and down, kid. Up and down." Obedient as she was, she pressed up and down, up and down. "Good girl." If she had thought she could have gotten away with it, she would have grumbled a great amount of curses, aimed at Nate through her com. However, she thought Joe probably would hear it if she tried.

It may be for a good cause and all, but this was not what she had envisioned when Nate had told her that they would bring liberty and human rights to America. She had imagined arms, overthrowing government, hell, even protest marches, but she had not ever thought of press-ups. If she had, she probably wouldn't have agreed.

Of course, when Nate had specified that the liberty and human rights would only be distributed to one neighborhood, and that this neighborhood was at this moment repressed by Joe Banks, she should have realized. Then, when the whole 'apprentice' thing started to make sense, it was clear that some form of physical exercise would be part of the plan.

Now it was time to glance up at the desk. "Uh, mister Banks, did you know there is a microphone down here?" Banks cursed and dug his heels even further into her back. She groaned in pain. "What 'd ya say?" He asked. "There's microphone, underneath your desk. Did you know it was there?"

"No of course I dinn't know it was there! Why would I put a microphone in my own office?" His heels dug a little further in her back and she was pressed firmly against the floor. She groaned again. "To prevent theft by your employees?" She suggested tentatively. "I don't need no microphones to prevent theft. I'll kill anyone who steals from me. People don't want to die, so they don't steal. Simple as that."

She could see a major flaw in that strategy. After all, if Banks didn't take measures to uncover theft, than the chances of him killing the actual thief were rather thin. He'd probably kill someone anyway, but what would the thief care? She decided not to share these thoughts with Banks, considering the fact that if he pressed his heels any further she'd probably split in two.

"Shall I remove the microphone," she asked, in an attempt to manipulate him into removing his boots from her back. "No, ya won't do no such a thing! Ya stay away from that mike, ya hear that?" Her plan back-fired brilliantly, as he disproved her splitting in-two theory, by digging his boots even further into her back. She groaned in affirmative.

"I'm gonna get some smart kid to look at that. I wanna know who is listening to me. So, ya go and get me a smart kid. And stay away from that mike." She nodded, eager to be away from the heavy and painful boots. Even if it meant to go on the mission impossible, that finding a smart kid in this neighborhood, would be.

Tudetudutuu (I swear these impressions get worse every time I do them)

Hardison played the 'skittish computer nerd' part perfectly. The way he refused to meet Joe Banks eyes, the way he made sure to keep her in between the two of them at all times… Either the guy had unsuspected talents, or he was actually frightened to death.

"Hey man," the hacker said, while side-stepping around her. Joe looked slightly amused, but mostly just feral. "I gotta see that bug, I do, before I can tell you anything." He held up his hands to show that he was no threat. The gesture strangely reminded her of Animal Planet, where overpowered males held their head in such a way that it left the neck veins vulnerable. It just screamed that Hardison had accepted the fact that Banks could kill him on a whim.

"Well, then look at it!" Banks snarled. "I'm on it, I'm on it," Hardison said hastily. He moved awkwardly towards the desk, keeping his eye on Banks all the time.

Now it was key to distract Banks, so that Hardison could place a far less obvious bug. "Mister Banks," she said. "I think you're scaring him. Maybe we should give him some space?" It worked perfectly. Banks turned to her in all his blazing glory and started screaming at her. She wiped the spit from her face and was silently grateful that he had not resorted to physical violence yet.