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[[Sharon sits at her desk with Fred on her shoulder]]
Sharon: I've reassembled the hard drive and hooked it up. It's in some weird file system, but I was able to bang out a driver to read it.

Sharon: Hm... triple encrypted. Fortunately, I recognize the ciphers and know an exploit for each. We'll be reading these files in no time...
Fred: Sharon, you don't have to do this...

Sharon: Do what?
Fred: Avenge Fooker. There's no need for you to get mixed in with the brotherhood. It's his problem, not yours.

Sharon: They sent me this test, so now they are my problem. Besides, nobody messes with my man or my servers.
Fred: (thinking) Good thing I didn't tell her about me short-circuiting that hub last week.