Grissom, Phil, and Brianna were sitting in Montag's kitchen. Grissom had his tea. Phil had his coffee. Brianna, true to her nature, had a meatball sandwich, two pickles, and a bottle of spring water. It was hard work, maintaining an avian metabolism.
Phil and Brianna had updated Grissom on the morning's events. Phil omited the saucy laptop background and his accusing Brianna of ruining the computer. "I really hate it," began Grissom, "when someone goes into my computer like that."
"Cheer up. It's not like ye lost anything important. Besides--" Brianna paused to munch on a pickle "--we have a lead."
"Two leads, actually. Europe and Austrailia."
"So," said Grissom, "wot happened? Dr. Sharpe created Robo Squirrel, and now some criminals have created an evil clone?"
"Or," said Phil, "maybe Dr. Sharpe was disappointed in Robo Squrriel, so he created a new robotic rodent that would fullfill his evil desires."
"Or," said Grissom, not missing a beat, "Dr. Sharpe has been forced to create an evil robot because he's bein' held hostage?"
"Or maybe it's too early to come up with a possible senario, since we're missin' an informed member." There was a knock on the door. Brianna grinned. "And there she is."
Brianna opened the door. Leslie Kline was standing there. She gave a confident wink to the two men. "Hey boys. Melbourne was fun. Wait till I tell you what I found out."
