I slipped out of calculus during the teacher's bathroom break, knowing I had maybe ten minutes before Professor Davis returned and noticed my empty seat. Kevin "Data" Morrison was waiting for me by the old maintenance shed behind the gym, just like we'd arranged.
"You made it," Kevin said as I approached, his laptop already open and balanced on a makeshift table of stacked crates.
"Of course I made it," I replied impatiently. "Did you bring everything we need?"
"Yeah, I've got my laptop, wireless adapter, and some special software that should help us dig deeper," Kevin confirmed, adjusting his thick glasses. "But I have to warn you, this might not be as easy as you think."
"Nothing about this has been easy," I muttered, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched. "Just get st
