Ryan and Blane where trying out their new Glove-o-trixes when Alisha padded into the Hangar to get something. "Hey, Alisha!" Ryan yelled, "where's your glove?" Alisha had picked up a laptop from Jake's desk and was walking back to the cave, "Not done yet." She proceeded on her way.
Jake leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Yeah, Alisha's is gonna take a little while longer. It's a lefty and it's gonna have longer steel claws."
Blane jokingly whined, "How com our gloves don't have anything super-special and diffrent?" Jake closed his eyes and begain, "They do, trust me. Ryan, yours can hack into computers and phones, and can mutate your voice to whatever for whatever; also, it can decode computer codes. Blane, yours have a whole lotta lock-picking gear and can get combinations on safes. All three of the gloves have other stuff too, but we'll save that for some other time."
Alisha stood behind the boys and said softly, not to startile them, "Jake, the wires are ready for whatever you're gonna hook em up to." Jake nodded to Alisha, "Ok, good job." Alisha turned into Chance, who was behind her. Alisha looked up to Chance wearly, "Hey man." She began to trudge by him when he stopped her, "Hey, Where you goin?" Alisha keeped walking and waved Chance off, "Home. It's nap time." Chance shook his head, "Nuh-uh. You've worked your mind, now to run through the obstical couse." Alisha stopped, groaned and turned to glair at chance, who was grinning. She turned and shook her head, "Fine, as long as you give me a few minutes and I can bring one of the mental cases with me." Ryan snikered, "Don't talk about Blane and Chance that way." Alisha kept walking. Blane turned to Ryan, "Dude, she was talking about you." Chance shook his head, "She was talkin bout both of you."
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