"Well... shit."

"That's what I was just thinking."

"Wait, isn't that how our last post started?" Declan 2 asked.

"I can't remember."

Declan got up from his seat and walked to the other side of the room. He stopped when he'd reached the wall, and turned. He stood there thoughtfully for a moment, then walked back to his chair. He put his hands on the back of the chair and stood there leaning on it. Declan 2 just watched him.

"Okay..." Declan finally said, and pointed at the TV screen on their desk. "What the hell is going on there?"

Declan 2 shrugged. They were both watching a replay of the evening news, and had hit the pause button when the image of the robotic squirrel robbing the bank had appeared.

"Okay, you want my theory?" Declan 2 asked.

"Yes. Yes I do."

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"Well... um..."

"Well?"

"I have no idea," Declan 2 admitted.

"I know it's not our Robo Squirrel," Declan said, pointing at the screen. "The snout is slightly longer than ours. The legs are slightly higher up on the body."

The sound of their office door slamming open caught both their attention, and caused Declan 2 to very softly squeal like a little girl.

Their boss, Jacob Rogers, walked in.

"What the hell is going on there?!" Rogers asked, pointing his finger at the TV screen where the robotic squirrel image still appeared.

"You know, that's the very same question that I just asked," Declan said.

"Really?"

"Word for word."

"It has more weight when I ask it," Jacob Rogers replied. "Now what the fuck is going on? Is that ours?"

"Um... no. No, it's not ours," Declan 2 answered.

"How do we know?" Rogers said.

"The snout. And something about the legs," Declan 2 said. Declan had sat back down in his chair and was tracking something down on his computer.

"Here. Check the logs," Declan said, spinning his computer screen around to face Rogers. "At the time the robbery took place, Robo Squirrel was still on La Perdita, monitoring the Vanguardians. We have the visual feed from that exact moment."

Declan pressed play, and a video window opened up on his computer screen. It showed Phil, Ben, Grissom and Tiberius sitting around a table playing poker. Phil had a pile of chips in front of him, Grissom was glaring at him, and Tiberius was staring intently at his cards. Ben got up, scratched his arse, and left the frame.

"I still say you're cheating," Grissom's recorded voice said, staring at Phil.

"I continue to deny all such charges," Phil replied.

"Come on! You're psychic! I'd cheat if I was psychic," Grissom said.

"I'm not using my powers. It's just an intuitive knowledge of poker. A sixth sense if you will..."

"Don't you already have a sixth sense?"

"Okay, we'll call it my seventh or eighth sense," Phil said. "My special poker sense. With which I play poker and fight evil."

Grissom narrowed his eyes. "Cheater."

"Full house!" Tiberius said, slamming his cards down on the table.

Ben Phillips returned to the frame, humming the theme song to Full House.

"See?" Declan said, shutting down the window. "That was filmed, by Robo Squirrel, at the exact time the robbery was taking place.

"Which means... what?" Rogers asked. "There's another one of these squirrel things out there somewhere?"

"At least one. Maybe more," Declan 2 said.

"Christ. What are the odds that our squirrel and the one on the news are unrelated?" Rogers asked.

Declan did some maths in his head. "Let's see... odds are... carry the one..."

"They're not very high," Declan 2 said.

"No, the odds are not very high," Declan added.

Rogers placed his fists firmly against his hips. "Somebody else has access to the Robo Squirrel designs. That's bad."

Declan 2 nodded in agreement. "Yes. It is quite bad."