“Dammit!”
“f**k!”
“Whoops!”
“Why are you swearing like that?” Their mom comes out of the house looking angry.
“Our new client, he is the owner… Or was the owner of one of the largest laboratories in the country.” Mystery sighs.
“From the hack Mystery did, the parts they ordered were for a similar machine as the one we have mom. He probably has a time machine stashed somewhere. And the paperwork for that damned book tracks back to him being the last possible buyer before we stole the book!”
Their mom’s lips make an O form, and she sits down.
“Now what do we do?”
“I don’t know.” Magenta pulls her hands through her hair.
“I don’t know why he came around here. He definitely wanted to find out if we had a machine. That’s for sure. The only question is why.”
“What I don’t get is how he
