Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas, or Hannuka, Kwanza maybe

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'What signal, Ash?'

'I redirected the signal of the tracker, before you guy burnt it just now. And it leads to, apparently, Shawn's house. And more confusing, your house was flamed to ashes.'

They both said this in sync.

'The secret room.'

'What... secret room? Does it have your data in it? Emails or codes?'

'Well,'

'Shawn's probably LEFT THE CONPUTERS BLOODY ON WHEN FIGHTING THAT GUY THE OTHER DAY by accident.'

'Come on Will, I forgot about that till you mention it.'

'YOU MANIAC BASTARD!'

'Wow, language, brother. PG-13 here.'

'Ugh, shut it, Ash. We haven't even used the F word.'

Shawn was shocked.

'We haven't said.... fart?'

'Is this an important conversation? Because, this signal can hack stuff so...'

'Okay, for the record, yes I have some data left in there. Off the record, I'm sorry.'

'Oh boy, guys. Pack up your things. We're moving.'

'Why, Ash?'

'I detected another signal, and it's coming towards us.'

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