Thanks to KID for posting the other parts again and refreshing my memory.

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Derrick Anderson held his ionizer close to his chest. He was almost there. There was a lock on the door, but somehow...somehow, he knew how to get in. Other security measures that should have blocked his progress didn't seem to work.

Derrick smiled lopsidedly. Soon, very soon, he could be happy again. All he had to do was kill Sigerson, and he was so close to that goal. Just a little further. Ah yes. Here it was.

He pushed open the last door to find four people sitting around drinking tea. He looked at them. They looked back. He smiled again. There was Sigerson. He could be happy again... He lifted the ionizer, took aim and fired....

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Mary sighed and looked around. While it was nice to meet these friends from the Message Board, the circumstances were rather less than satisfactory. She couldn't help but feel that something was watching...

"Oh, great, now I'm doing it," she muttered.

"Doing what?" Brittney asked.

"Thinking in terms I don't usually think in...cheesy B-flick lines and such." Mary sighed again. She found sighing to be a rather relaxing form of exercise. No, she was just having problems breathing. Great.

"Holmes' rooms are just up ahead," Maureen said, "But it doesn't look like he's going to be in."

"Great," Mary repeated her thought aloud. "Well, maybe...never mind. I'm just going to shut up and be quiet. Every time I open my mouth I just dig myself a deeper hole. That's it. I'm going to be quiet...I'm not shutting up, am I?"

"Mary! Calm down," Brittney cajoled, "Things aren't that bad. Just take a deep breath and...that's better."

Mary flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry...I can get kind of...weird when I'm tired and scared. So what do we do now?"

Everyone turned to Maureen.

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This one's really short, but it's six in the morning and...well...if it doesn't fit I'm sorry...just ignore it. I won't take offense, promise.