[center][h2][color=009966]Joseph 'Tank' Cooper[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Tank was about to let out a wry comment about the NSA keeping tabs on them like everyone else. However, when Gregory produced a bug as proof that the room wasn't safe, Tank shrugged and went about the room himself. He checked every nook and cranny he could, before his eyes fell on something that was very curious. He leaned down next to the window and found the rod that you could turn to open and close the blinds had a small sliver at the end of it, right before the base. He ran his fingers over it, and deduced that it was detachable entirely. With a quick but silent jerk, he pulled it off and examined the bottom of the attachment. It looked to be a radio transmitter, from his limited knowledge in that area. He let out a sigh, dropped it to the ground and stepped on it casually. [i]Nice try[/i], he thought, and sniffed a chuckle at the expense of whoever was listening. Suddenly his cellphone rang, cutting through the silence of the room like a knife. He answered it, and when he said aloud it was the Pizza guy downstairs, he imagined that was a relief to all who were listening. "[color=009966]Be right back[/color]." he told them, and headed downstairs to grab the Pizza. It was less than two minutes when he returned. It was a large Meat Lovers.