The rest of the school day was uneventful for Kris. As the debate team captain he'd finished outlining the arguments for cross examination on the upcoming tournament and gave research assignments to his other teammates. Then he went back to class and waited for the final bell to let school out.

Kris weaved his way through the rushing masses of students eagerly in pursuit of their after school endeavors, and slipped out a side entrance to exit the school network's range quicker. He opened up his private email to find one unread message from Ochre Technic:

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To: Aurrorian
BCC: Jangel
From: Ochre Technic

hey duds,

i luked up like dat haxer man u told me about, da news be spreadin too, last time he got in a fite wuz round my place homie. i traced his bot ip, turns out they be pingin from a server round daly city, lukin up on gps tell me prob from dat city's private hi school. now i dunno if student neuro linkers be haxed (cuz dat sum serius shit rite there), or mebbe sum ol infected computer gotta bot program installed, so dat will be up 2 u 2 find out. k im out till u got more q's, peace homies.

ps sry man so stoned rite now, cant type strait 420blazinit
[/quote]

Kris went back inside school to meet up with Psycholangelo in the tutor program and discuss their course of action. He was silently thankful for Ochre's vital information, but he couldn't help but keep a hand over his face the whole walk back.