Snippet #1693726

"Because it's a secret, Zach! And I can't stay away from a secret of this magnitude!" Callen yelled, her eyes wide and an excited look. How could she not be interested, how could she not want to know about this? This legend was whispered in the corridors, no doubt exaggerated and full of lies, but still there had to be truth in it, for as the saying went, no smoke without a fire. She began pacing across the floor, casting a glance at Zach every few seconds. She could hardly believe that he had shown her this, and without reservation just had told her what he knew about the vault. But as he had said, he hadn't been there in years... Which meant that many, many things could have changed since then.

She turned the gun over in her hands, the tips of her fingers tracing the many fine details of the device. If the mechanics and scientists of the school couldn't fix it, then she probably wouldn't be able to either, but it would have been brag material she wouldn't mind having. She then stopped, her eyes not wavering from the weapon in her hands, before she turned back to Zach.

"If I ask you really nicely," she started, as she took a step closer to him, wondering if her hunch was the right thing to follow. She knew that curiosity had killed the cat, but the desire to see the vault and be in it easily won. What could they do to her, anyway? She then took a deep breath, and carried on with her question.

"... If I ask you really nicely, and promise I won't tell anyone, will you show me the vault?" Her voice almost cracked over, she was so nervous, and yet so happy that he had told her these things, that it would be impossible for her just to forget about it. "Please...?" She said, hoping that he wouldn't be able to tell her no.