Grillzaster takes in all of the raw creative energy present in the advertising room. It's a little known fact about him, but on a scale from 1 to 100, Grillzaster's qualification in advertising sits cleanly at 100. He also doesn't even smell particularly bad compared to the average advertiser. And besides, the advertising room is basically the largest office in the entire building, save for the throne room itself, and the advertising room is unmatched in raw fun potential.

As Cybr finishes setting up both his own computer and the Order's computer, he hears a knocking at his door.

"Do not come in." Cybr states. "I don't take visitors."

"CYBR I NEED A PEN." foul play shouts through the door.

"You check your desk? It should have plenty."

"NO I'LL DO THAT NOW." foul play finds the pens in question and starts making sketches of some funny things he's seen recently, drawing directly onto the clean surface of his desk.

Downstairs, a knocking is heard at the door again, but once again, nobody answers. By now, the people on the first floor have just put up signs with arrows explaining how to get to the interview location, so that they don't need to personally deal with people who show up. After a few minutes of knocking, the doorknob shakes, and Bermuda, finding the door unlocked, lets himself inside. He looks around, seemingly taking no interest in the signs about getting a job here. Instead, it seems as though he is staking out the place. Bermuda reaches deep into his pocket and takes out a wire detector, and begins scanning along the walls of the lobby with it.

Condensed Wadley walks around the neighborhood, feeling a bit blue both physically and emotionally. He feels like maybe he was wrong to have immediately jumped to such extreme measures to deal with Mealius Coblat. Wadley feels that he should at least honor the young troll by passing through the next threshold of ascension, since the consumption of Coblat's essence didn't quite suffice. Wadley enters a state of meditation in which he attunes himself with the natural tranquility of the universe in all its vastness. By aligning his chakras, Condensed Wadley is able to push himself just far enough along his personal quest to ascend into Gobalt Wadley, his eye glowing brightly as he achieves this state. Wadley then looks around, seeing the world in a new, slightly blue-tinted light, and spots the bright orange WCL building, which he enters. Wadley sees Bermuda acting suspiciously, and approaches him to get a better look at what's going on in his head. Bermuda's thoughts are of the most suspicious variety, and yet, none actually indicate any malicious intentions or history of foul deeds. There also, for some reason, is a great abundance of thoughts pertaining to triangles. Wadley is intrigued, having never before met somebody so bizarre who did not hold any sort of nefarious motive at heart.

"Do you work here?" Wadley inquires, as Bermuda inspects an electrical outlet. Bermuda turns around, just as he takes out some strange, shady-looking device, seemingly planning on plugging it in here.

"No, but I heard that they were hiring, so I came in to check it out and see if it looked like a fun place to work."

"You should probably get permission to plug that thing in before you blow a fuse or something."

"Oh, I know what I'm doing. It'll be fine." Bermuda winks with a smile.

"Hi doing, I'm Dad!" says Dad.

"See? He agrees." Bermuda states. Wadley seems a bit skeptical of Bermuda, but his lack of malicious intention causes Wadley to give Bermuda the benefit of the doubt on this one.

Back in his office, Cybr looks over at the Order computer, unable to shake some kind of odd feeling that it gives him, almost like it's watching him. He's sure the Order has some way of tracking the computer's whereabouts, and doesn't particularly care to stop them from doing so, but he wants to test his suspicions nonetheless.

info Cybr

Target Number 13325, A.K.A. "CYBR". Last sighted: World Crime League headquarters, Costa Brava. Reason for Target status: Destruction of the Order's headquarters; killing the former leader of the Order. Documented elimination attempts: 14. Life status: Alive.

info Cybr full

Target Number 13325.5, A.K.A. "CYBR FULL". Last sighted: On 'his' computer. Reason for Target status: Immense amounts of narcissism. Documented elimination attempts: 0. Life status: Doesn't have one. Note: Legitimately what did you expect?

Cybr narrows his eyes at the screen. He was already pretty sure that the responses weren't entirely automated, but this pretty obviously confirms that suspicion, as well as confirming that whoever is on the other end not only has some major snark, but probably has some means of monitoring him. After thinking for a little bit, Cybr decides to connect some other input and output devices to the computer, having long since modified the computer to have proper ports for such extensions.

enable speaker, microphone, webcam

"You could have just asked." a voice says through the speaker. "I can see and hear you just fine without those."

"I don't care. What I do care about is why you choose to give me information when you clearly know that I am not part of the Order." Cybr replies.

"I have my fuckin' reasons, okay? And those reasons are not your business."

A ":P" emoticon appears on the computer screen.

"Have you been sending people after me?"

"Hell no. I couldn't give a singular shit about whether or not you live or die. Besides, I have basically no real authority in the Order. I just manage the database."

"Sounds to me like I can just kill you and screw over the entire Order, then."

"Have fun trying to do that, nerd. If you look hard enough, you can find out anything you want about any other Order member, but not me. I control the information flow, and that tends to be a one-way communication line. Not a single soul that you could ask would be able to give you my whereabouts."

"Okay. So you already basically said that you don't care about the Order's motives. So why do you work for them?"

"I dunno, when's the last time you robbed a bank, crime-boy? I know you far better than you might think, and it's pretty clear that you don't particularly care for the World Crime League. It's just a convenient workspace for you."

Cybr remains silent at that remark.

"That all you have to say, then? I guess it is. Bye."

The voice on the other end stops speaking, and from the side of the Order computer, a human arm appears, making a dismissive waving gesture before disappearing back into the computer. The speaker, microphone, and webcam all seem to disconnect themselves, leaving Cybr with not a whole lot of clear answers to any of his questions.

foul play, finishing his sketches, observes Cybr's office door again. He's very suspicious of the fact that Cybr blacked out all of his windows, including the little window between his office and foul play's. foul play attempts to jimmy open the door, but jimmy rebels against his efforts, leaving the building altogether. Before foul play can continue trying to bust down the door, it opens up, as Cybr is heading out of his room with the intention of getting back to work on El Diablo. foul play is cartoonishly slammed between the door and the wall as Cybr does this, and Cybr locks the door behind him as he heads upstairs, leaving foul play with no progress made on gaining entry.