Jenny and Duke looked at each other and nodded once, while Erica scoffed. Trek merely stood up and walked over to a small stand, grabbing a cup of coffee. Once he had returned to the table, Jenny spoke. "I will have to talk it over with Kyle, but I think that once he sees the video he will agree with my decision. Bullet may stay."

Relief rippled through her like water. Bullet could stay! Her spirits soared, only to be crushed a moment later.

"Of course, TKR is funded by the Foundation for Law and Government, so they could ban him." Duke muttered.

"Nobody's going to tell FLAG, though." Jenny said, glancing at the hologram of Erica. Erica looked away haughtily, as if to say 'I can't wait to tell them'. "Right?" Jenny pressed, looking more firmly at Erica.

"Hey, the dog saved the kid's life, that's all. If the two of them want to go back to that rat heap of a pound, let them. It's not like she's a permanent member of the team." Erica shrugged. Little did she know how truly hurtful her words were.

Bre recoiled, hurt by Erica's words. She struggled not to show it, and made a feeble attempt at reeling in her emotions. "That's right, princess. I'm not a permanent member of the team. So what does it matter to you?" Standing up, Bre patted her side in a mild gesture, and Bullet snapped to attention, coming to sit next to her left side once more. His pink tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth, and he didn't look like he had a ounce of viciousness in him. He looked for all a pet dog, albeit a very well trained pet dog. His eyes, bright and alert, sparkled as they caught and reflected the glow of the lights from the ceiling.

Erica looked taken aback for a second, but then she narrowed her eyes. "Don't call me princess." She hissed, reaching forward. "I'm going to go out for a bit." The hologram blinked out and Bre was startled, as if she almost forgot that it was a hologram.

Bre stalked to the door, vanishing in an instant, Bullet's tail wagging as he followed her. Trotting out the door, he caught up with his owner.

"Why do I get the impression that Erica and Bre aren't going to get along?" Duke asked Jenny, both of them still sitting down.

Trek cut in after swallowing a gulp of coffee. "Maybe because they haven't gotten along since Bre first arrived?" He suggested.

"Right. We need to get them to be more civilized to each other, but we can't just push them together, because that will cause even more of a gap between them." Jenny tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"How about we lock them into a room together?" Trek offered.

"Dude, she just said that we can't push them together because-"

It was Jenny who cut in this time. "No, I think Trek's onto something." She paused before continuing. "If we make it a matter of survival, they will have no choice but to rely on and trust each other."

It seemed like an extremely bad idea. At least, Duke was against it. He knew that Erica would probably sooner die than put up with Bre- although that would be admitting defeat, so she wouldn't do that- and pushing them together might, as Jenny said, push them further apart. "I'm not so sure about this..." He muttered.

"Hey, I'm a genius, don't underestimate me and my plans. They almost always work." He said, and Duke scoffed.

"Really? What about that time that you invented that little robot and it nearly destroyed Sky One by deciding that renovating via bomb was a good idea?" He reminded him.

"I just programmed him wrong, that's all. S.P.A.R.K.Y will be functional again soon, with all the bugs worked out." Trek shrugged, as if it was so easy.

"We're not here to discuss past events. Kyle's still knocked out with anesthesia, and Bre and Erica still hate each other, and now we have a dog thrown in the mix." Jenny seemed almost ready to break down, and Trek and Duke looked at each other, concerned for their friend. Perhaps all this was happening too fast and putting too much of a toll on Jenny. Now that they looked closer, they could see bags under her eyes, although they were cleverly concealed slightly by makeup. She looked exhausted.

"Jenny, why don't you go sleep or rest for a little while? Me and Trek can keep an eye on things." Duke told her gently, and she looked almost relieved.

"No, I'm fine." She started to protest, but Trek shook his head.

"If something happens to you, what will we do then?"

"A nap does sound good..." Jenny murmured, standing up and stretching her weary body. "Thanks, guys. I'll be up in time for dinner, ok?"

"Deal." Trek said, and the three of them left the room. The lights clicked off, plunging the room into darkness.

There you guys go! Just like I promised.

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