London pushes the bookshelf against the door in a panic, "Can you hurry up? This isn't going to hold them forever!" London yells as sweat rolls down her pale face.
"I almost got it just – Just keep a lookout." Data explains typing as fast as she can.
"Why do we even need this?!" London asks pushing as much stuff against the door as she can
"I almost have it!" Data panics as she try's increasing her typing speed
"Data, Hurry up!" London yells looking out the blinds off the 5th story to see black cars pulling onto the side of the road revealing over 10 men with suits with loaded guns.
"I'm trying, give me a second, will you?!" Data argues as she pounds on her laptop in frustration. "Crap..." Data mutters as she looks at a bar that indicates the computer will be shut down and all the data would be erased hits 80%.
"Data!" London yells as pounds and kicking can be heard from the door.
Data holds her breath as the bar hits 90% as everything she sees slows down in front of her.
91% - 92% 93% - 94% - 95% - 96% - 97% - 98% - 99%Name ~ (Unknown)
Title ~ Data
Age ~ 16Name ~ London Mila Rosemary
Title ~ (None at the moment)
Age ~ 16
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