Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was in the school play and didn't have much time to write. But here it is, Chapter 7! :D

"I feel like a spy," Krayonder grinned as him and Specs drove to the party. "Secret Agent Moses. I should have like, a theme song or something."

"Look, no fooling around today, let's just get in and out." Specs really didn't like the idea of going to a party, especially one at Sarah's house. But this provided the perfect cover to search the place for the blueprints. It wasn't likely that a nuclear scientist would want to be doing work while there was a large party going on, so this would be like taking candy from a baby.

Who knows, she thought. Maybe by tonight we'll be headed back to our own time.

The gigantic house was completely packed, with teens even hanging out in the front yard. It seemed as if every teenager from Ann Arbor to Chicago had showed up, and the majority of them looked drunk off their asses. She instinctively grabbed Krayonder's hand; she did not want to get lost in this crowd.

Vince was in the doorway, laughing loudly. As they tried to scoot past him, she almost got dizzy from the amount of alcohol she could smell coming off of him. They had just managed to squeeze through when Specs felt a rough hand grabbing her arm, making her involuntarily yelp.

"Relax, girl, it's just me."

Somehow, Vince's drunken slur did nothing to help her "Relax".

"Oh, um… Hello…"

"Heeey… I want ya to meet this friend of mine," He started dragging her off. She tried to hold onto Krayonder, but before she knew it, a wild Sarah had pushed him away into the crowd.

Shit.

She was still a bit disoriented when she ran right into something that felt a lot like a dense bag of meat. She backed up and found herself looking up at tallest, thickest guys she had ever seen.

"Ay, Randall, this is the gal I was talking 'bout," Vince said.

Randall. The name struck a bell. She remembered that he was on the football team, and he'd almost gotten kicked off multiple times for reasons people always liked to speculate about.

"Hmm…" the boy's voice was deep, and resembled a gorilla grunting. "You were right," he said, looking her up and down. "You were right."

She immediately got the awkward sensation that he had x-ray vision or something. "Well, it's been very nice meeting you, but I'd better go now…" She started to back away, but found her path blocked by Vince.

"Where do yooou think yer goin'?"

"I, uh… You know, places to go, people to see and whatnot…"

"The only person you talk to is Kray."

"Indeed."

"I may not be," he belched loudly. "exactly 'sober' right now, but I can tell when shit is goin' down… Remember our deal, Willowson."

"I wouldn't imagine forgetting," she knew sarcasm wasn't exactly the best approach to go with at the moment, but she couldn't help herself.

"Good… good. 'Cuz Sarah wouldn't be all too pleasant if she got the idea that you and Kray had a lil' somethin'-somethin' going on between ya. She's got claws, and sharp ones at that. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side."

Suddenly, Beth appeared right next to him. "Vince, baby," the sugar in her voice sounded completely forced. "Some guy by the punch bowl said that he bets he could beat you in an arm wrestle."

"What? No way! Come on, Randall, let's go show this punk who he's dealing with!" the two guys left.

Beth sighed. "Just a tip; stay away from Randall."

"Thanks. For saving me from becoming gorilla food."

"No problem. And… I'm really sorry for the way Vince has been acting. It's completely rude, and I'm going to try and make him stop."

Somehow, Specs didn't think she would be able to do that.

"I'm fine. Speaking of which, have you by any chance seen Kray?"

"I think he was over by the pool table. Follow me," The tiny brunette grabbed her hand, guiding her through the crowd.

They caught a glimpse of a very pissed Krayonder-less Sarah, which comforted Specs a little. He had managed to escape.

Again, a hand grabbed her wrist, but this one felt warm and familiar.

"Specs!"

"Krayonder!"

He smiled, relieved. "Come on, I found the workshop!"

"The what?" Sarah asked, confused.

Krayonder looked back at her, panicked. "We- we gotta go, nice seeing you, Beth!"

And for the third time that night, Specs found herself being dragged through the house.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asked, worry all across his face. "Vince- he didn't… do anything or-"

"I'm fine."

"Oh, good."

She couldn't help but smile. He looked so relieved, and it suddenly hit her how much he cared about her. It was so endearing that if they weren't in a packed party and in the middle of a mission, she would've given him the biggest hug ever.

"Alright," he said as they reached a door at the end of an empty hall. "It's right down here."

"It's going to be locked."

His smile suddenly fell. "Shoot. I didn't think about that."

"Don't worry," she laughed, taking a bobby pin out of her hair. "I got this."

She began to work on the lock, chuckling. "They told me this skill was useless. Just goes to show you…"

There was a little pop, and sure enough, the door opened as soon as she turned the knob. "Come on," she said, turning back as she walked in. "Let's go!"

Krayonder looked completely amazed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I read about it in an old book."

"Wow…"

She smiled, playfully grabbing his collar. "Let's go."

They crept down the long, dark flight of stairs, barely daring to take a breath. In the silence, they could hear the faint humming of music. But there had no music playing upstairs…

"Haha!" Someone exclaimed below. From their position on the landing, they could see a man with wild silvery-blonde hair standing in front of a drawing board that held some large blueprints.

"That's him," Krayonder mouthed.

Specs nodded. They wouldn't be able to get the plans while Dr. Rellis was still down there, but she had accounted for that. Never taking her eyes off of him, she reached into Krayonder's pocket and pulled a notepad out. (She wasn't quite sure, but she thought she heard a strange whimper come out of his mouth as her knuckles brushed his leg.)

She began sketching as much of the blueprints as she could see.

"Why are you coping it down?" he whispered.

"If we can't get it today, I want to at least know where he's going with it."

She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Beth was behind her, eyes wide. She looked at the notepad and gasped.

Krayonder instinctively climbed up and covered her mouth with his hand, holding her away from Specs.

Now we're in trouble, she thought.

Downstairs, Dr. Rellis banged his fist down on the table. "No, no, NO! It's all wrong, wrong, wrong!" he proceeded to tear the blueprints completely in half.

Krayonder and Specs shared a confused look. What do we do now?

The best idea, they both thought, was to figure out what to do with Beth. Not quite sure how exactly to go about that, they ran up the stairs, leaving Beth behind.

"What are we going to do now, man!" Krayonder asked as they ran through the part, pushing past clumps of people.

"I have honestly no clue!"

They finally got outside and just ran, not quite sure where they were going. They hadn't even realized that they left the car. Right once they thought they had gotten far enough away that they could take a breath, they heard footsteps against the pavement; Beth was following them.

They were also stuck at a dead end.

They turned around, unsure of how to get themselves out of this one.

"What is going on!" Beth yelled at them, sounding sterner than they had thought possible for her.

"Beth, this isn't what it looks like-"

"No? That what is it?" She glared. "I know what Dr. Rellis' job is. Why are you coping down plans for nuclear weapons?" her eyes grew wide. "Dear god, you two are spies, you-"

Once again, Krayonder ran over and put her hand over her mouth, but she was expecting it more now. She thrashed about and kicked, trying desperately to get out of his grasp.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked. "She's gonna get the police or something… We should tell her the truth, man."

"But Admiral Lang-"

"Would rather we tell one person than have the cops find out."

"Alright." she sighed. "Beth, I'm going to tell you why we're here, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone. A lot of good people may die if anything goes wrong with this. Ok?"

"Fine."