The company office was located on the main street of a small town just an hours' drive away. The small brown building was quiet and unassuming, fitting in perfectly in the middle of the shops, dentists' offices, and cafes. The street was dark and empty. which actually made entering the building more tricky. There was no-one to hide behind, no-one to use for misdirection as Parker picked the lock, they just had to hope they got in and out before anyone called the police.

"This is a doctor's office?" Parker asked disbelievingly as she looked around at the dark and damp room, "you'd be more likely to catch something than get cured here."

"Somehow I don't think they see patients here Parker," Eliot answered her, trying to keep his temper in check. She'd talked incessantly the whole way there and he was about ready to kill her, or at least knock her out so he could get some peace.

"Still," she replied, "I wouldn't get treated here."

"Let's just look around, we need to see if we can get any evidence," Eliot said, hoping to get out of there quickly, get back to the hotel and find a local gym he could break into. Killing a punching bag was preferably to killing Parker, for the moment anyway.

Parker being Parker, it didn't take her long to find the safe hidden in a fake cupbaord in the office and she moaned slightly at how easy it was to crack.

"Hold on a second, Parker," Eliot said, a hint of panic in his voice, "this is too easy," he finished, looking around for the catch.

"They're just two little townies, they probably think no-one will ever get onto them," Parker replied, turning her attention back to the safe.

"Parker," Eliot said impatiently, "let's be sure, check for trip wires or something not right."

"Fine," she answered sulkily and began looking around the safe while Eliot checked the office again for anything they'd missed.

"Shit!" Parker swore quietly, Eliot was at her side in a second, "trip wire out the back of the safe into the cupboard at the end of the office, connected to a keypad."

"Must be some sort of explosive, probably if you don't enter the right code here before opening the safe it blows the contents."

"So, how do we get at it?"

"Hardison," they said at the same time as Eliot pulled out his phone and dialed the number.

"What the f..." the sleepy voice answered.

"Hardison, wake up, we need some help," Eliot replied

"Couldn't it wait 'til, you know, morning?"

"No, now get out of bed and tell us you've given us something that can crack a 10-digit keypad?"

"Let me guess, connected to the safe?"

"Yeah, probably set something off inside if this isn't deactivated before the safe is opened."

"It'll be a six-digit code, pretty standard home security, these guys ain't too savvy."

"Savvy enough not to leave their safe unprotected. Now just hurry up, what do we do?"

"You can't crack the code with what you got on you, but if this is the basic home version, it'll have a reset switch, a default code the manufacturer can use to reset it."

"So, what's the code?" Eliot asked, his impatience growing more and more each second.

"I need to hack the manufacturer's database, is there any info on it?"

"No Hardison, they may be dumb, but they aren't that dumb!"

"Wait a minute," Parker interjected, "did you say six digits?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What was the date that the real Tracey Clark died?"

"He wouldn't be that crazy Parker, it's too easy," Hardison replied.

"Yeah, he's smart enough to have a device like this, but stupid enough to leave everything here easily accessible. It's a hunch, if it's wrong we can try something else, I'm sure we'll get three tries before it locks us out or something," she replied.

"Okay, erm... it was October 5th 1976," Hardison said.

"So 100576," Parker said as she entered the code, "Yah, a light turned green, I guess it worked."

"Just be careful when you open the safe, just in case, okay?"

"We'll be careful," Eliot answered, "See you in the morning," he finished as he hung up.

"Right, let's get cracking!" Parker said with a grin, heading back to the safe, leaning in close, almost caressing it.

"Should I leave you two alone for a minute?" Eliot asked.

"Why?" Parker queried as Eliot rolled his eyes. She'd obviously missed the sarcasm.

"Can you just hurry up Parker, stop touching it like you want to date it or something."

"Fine, fine," she replied, "no-one appreciates the finesse," she finished as the door swung open.

"Grab everything and let's get out of here."

"Shouldn't we copy it? We don't want them to know we've been here."

"Do you see a photocopier around?" he asked, "plus we've been here too long, I'll be shocked if someone hasn't called the cops, let's just move."

"What's going on?" she asked, "It's not like you to be careless."

"Nothing is going on, fine, let's mess the place up so it looks like a robbery and we can set the explosives in the safe to trigger using the phone, so they won't know anything was stolen."

"Now that's more like a plan," she answered, as she went around and smashed the cupboards and scattered the useless papers around the office.

"Explosives are done, let's get out of here." Eliot said after a minute of messing around with the safe.

Back in the car they'd left around the corner, they drove for a few minutes before detonating the homemade bomb. It wasn't big, just enough to blow out the safe and destroy anything inside, but they still heard it go up. Satisfied, they made their way back to the hotel, Parker clutching the brown leather journal in her hands.

"Well, what'd we get?" Eliot asked.

"Just looks like a ledger," Parker replied, "names, dates and amounts."

"What about those papers at the back?"

"Oh, I guess here's our proof!"

"What, Parker?"

"Hospital records and social services files on the kid that went missing and four other kids."

"Get on the phone to Hardison, tell him the other kids' names, and see if they are missing as well."

"Its 2am Eliot, he'll kill us if we wake him again, he can do it tomorrow."

"Now Parker, he can do it now."

"Fine, but if he wants to kill someone, I'm sending him in your direction!"

Eliot didn't reply, he just put his foot down and kept driving. He had a bad feeling those kids were next.