Agent Darcy strode into the bank, scanning the room for
threats, a hand hovering over his sidearm. Whereas Agent Byrne simply walked up
to one of the tellers.
“Hi, we’re here for a safe deposit box?”
The teller showed them to the vault.
“Go.” Darcy ordered. After an apologetic smile from Byrne, she
reluctantly left the room as Byrne opened up the box.
“So, is the data there?” Darcy asked. “The fate of the world
rests on it!”
“Depends…” said Byrne, as he lifted up a stack of 5 and 1/4
inch floppys. “You know of any local flea markets?”
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