The Library

[janet_fraiser]

Enough of the library is clean that Janet can work without worrying about accidentally sitting in zombie goo.

However, she has a giant air freshener right next to her, because zombie stench sticks even worse than zombie goo, and is combing through a literature book while trying desperately not to breathe through her nose.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Someone (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notsouledyet/10019.html) who thinks he's so clever just threw down the gauntlet, even if he doesn't know it yet." Parker snarls. "I'll give *him* so-called good-guys." She visibly calms down. "Or maybe he was counting on it. Don't know. Don't care. He's going *down*."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet's eyes widened as she read the paper Parker threw in front of her. "Wow," she said mildly. "We should maybe talk strategy on this. I may have to set aside my traditional apathy here. But chill first. Let's hit Special Collections and gather some books." She started typing on the reference computer behind the desk.

"So, your techie, that guy from that place in Delaware you're from. He's good, right?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Broots?" Parker snorts, and looks amused. "It took the FBI two weeks to catch him, with a dedicated team of four experts working 24 hours a day. The computers here didn't know what hit them."

"Chilling. Chilling. I'm icy in my perfection." Parker glares at the printout of the email, then rips it up into little pieces. "Where's my lighter?"

[janet_fraiser]

"I like your techie already," says Janet. "And not in the library, please." She glances around. "Okay, it's empty, but wait 'til we get in Special Collections. I think it's safer there."

OOC: New thread in Special Collections? I'll start a new thread and "lock" it to you and me.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fine, fine...." Parker clomped her way after Janet, snarling under her breath.