B&E {Connor}

[Jack Callahan™]

A good thief knew that, to be a good thief, you had to be quiet. Diversions were useless, unless absolutely necessary. And besides, the best diversions were done quietly and inconspicuously. Explosions were like a sign that someone was being robbed somewhere. But the mark of a good thief, especially, was that they knew how much it helped if you went to places that were good for theivery, which libraries really were not.

But Jack Callahan was unconcerned with the trivialities of thievery, since he [unlike the klepto he was with] was not here to steal, but to spy. Because spies were awesome. And Jack was awesome. So it made sense that Jack should be a spy. At least, that's what Jack was telling himself.

There were obviously many very interesting things going on in libraries--what better place to have a scandalous affair or conduct any sort of mob business or drug deal or...other such things? Nowhere. Because libraries were quiet and concealed and no one ever thought to look there.

BUT NOT FOR LONG. For Jack Callahan had donned his black sports coat and [relatively] expensive sunglasses and was fully prepared to stake out this library for as long as it took for him to uncover some dastardly deed. And, if he could not uncover one, he would just have to make one up. Which would be just as awesome, except then he might have to bust himself. But whatever, he'd run away from his own law enforcement before and he could DO IT AGAIN.

Obviously, however, he could not just get all snazzed up for nothing, so he had toted along his new[ish] BFF in the hopes that he was as awesome at spying as he was. He was awesome at lockpicking, but there probably weren't very many locks to pick in the library, so that wasn't really useful. But oh well.

He glanced at Connor, lifting his sunglasses ever so slightly. "Dude. Dude," he whispered. "We need codenames."

[Connor Ashling]

Connor eyed Jack with the air of someone who just realized he was hanging out with crazies... and was perfectly okay with that. "Great, I'll be Red One and you'll be The Extremely Conspicuous Guy." He commented in leisurely accented tones before laughing, "Relax for a minute, man, you're going to get us both caught."

He made an attempt at sounding stern, but the best he got was amused. He couldn't blame the guy, in the short time he'd known the other boy, he'd grown to appreciate Jack's constant enthusiasm for breaking rules. It was hard to find a good miscreant these days... though this school seemed to be rife with them.

"Alright, alright," Connor pulled his favorite pick out and flipped it between his fingers, "You wanted to see a scandal? I think I remember them keeping the student files in here. In a place like this, god knows what's in there..."

He pointed over at the small office partitioned out to the side, "After you, 007."

[Jack Callahan™]

Jack was a bit nuts, but he lived for ADVENTURE, and obviously, adventure was exactly what libraries provided. Srs, people. He turned and gave Connor a sideways psshhh sort of look.

"Those names suck," he informed him. "And you are officially relieved of your codenaming duties." Snapping his sunglasses back in place, he peeked out around a bookshelf. Seeing nothing of any particular interest, he snapped back in place, looming slightly over Connor, who was over half a foot shorter than him.

He glanced down at him and was about to make another name comment when his vertically challenged partner in spycrime said something that was quite interesting.

"Student files, you say?" he whispered conspiratorially, stroking an imaginary beard. The only point of a beard ever would be to stroke and, since he found that only certain moments of life required beard strokeage, it was pointless to grow one. So he went for the one that didn't exist. "I say, that's a jolly good idea. Lead on, chap."

Now was not the time for codenames. Now was the time for stealth and fake British accents.

[Connor Ashling]

Connor shook his head and stepped around his taller friend, crossing over to the office without any fanfare. He tossed a look back at Jack, "You're not going to start singing a theme song, are you?"

He turned back to the office and twisted the doorknob, disappointed that it was entirely unlocked. He frowned. Maybe he'd gotten his hopes up too high? Even the crazies in this school would lock away personal information.

He yanked on the nearest filing cabinet handle and was pleased to find that those were locked.

"There we are, Hey J-" He paused, "Whatever I'm supposed to be calling you. Could you spy your way over here and be a lookout for a second?"

[Jack Callahan™]

Jack tutted in an entirely cool and suave way, shaking his head at the antics of Connor [who was clearly the one with antics]. "Spies do not have theme songs, unless they're James Bond. And we're not that cool yet, because you are still being lame," he informed him, because he was very, very well informed on the theme song status of spies. Jack was well informed about everything.

But he kept his mouth shut and followed him into the filing cabinet room because, really, he was actually sort of interested in this. It was, after all, a very big secret and private files were kept very hush-hush, which meant they were the perfect thing to spy on. Especially since no one else was doing anything particularly interesting [bitches].

"You can call me double-oh-six," he informed him, doing a nifty little spy move over to him and the filing cabinet. "And I am on that shit like a fly on garbage." He saluted and instantly turned, preparing to keep lookout from...whatever sorts of enemies hung out in libraries. And also teachers. Because, if a teacher came, that would actually sort of be a really huge problem.